Sex And Fantasies novel Chapter 2

ENTRY 1.2
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Delia's POV
Dinner. We gathered in the kitchen while we shared the food that the maids had prepared. I can't move freely since Martha's father is with us. It seems like he's darting glares at me. Well, it's just my hunch.
I dodged Martha's leg on my side and simply threw a glance at her. Her eyes grew bigger and mouthed: what.
I pressed my lips as I gestured my eyes in her father's direction, which she understood what I meant.
"Dad," Martha looked at her dad, "—can you please give us a warm aura? My friend is kinda scared," she added.
I saw how Zayne's gaze met mine. I looked down and continued slicing the beef meat into my plate. I dodged Martha's elbow. "Just continue eating," I whispered.
"You should tell your friend to stop staring at me."
My eyes widened in surprise when I heard his words. Anger suddenly filled in my system the same time, and I felt something inside my stomach. Damn it. His voice made my pussy wet! I screamed inside my head.
I didn't bother to talk and just continued eating when I was done. I bowed my head in respect, left the kitchen, and rushed toward Martha's room.
I jumped on the bed and grabbed the pillow as I tampered my face into it and screamed.
When my chest started to move rapidly, I put away the pillow and pressed my back on the soft sheet. I stared at the ceiling and couldn't help myself but smile. It's not that I'm angry. I just don't like his stares at me.
Huh, let's see if you won't kneel in front of me, Zayne Gomez!
After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the door opened and Martha stepped inside. "What was that?" she asked and laughed.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "He's scary," I said.
Martha smiled and sat on the bed. "I told you. He's a beast."
I smiled. "I don't think he's still a beast when I flashed my big boobies in front of him," I teased.
"What?!" Martha exclaimed. "What on earth are you thinking?!"
I burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding," I replied. But deep inside me, I want to do it. What it feels like to seduce Mr. Gomez?"
"Dad is a monster—he might hurt you physically if you're going to do that. You're beautiful and hot, but dad doesn't fall easily with a woman like you—literally with a woman," Martha said.
I sighed. "I know. It's just my fantasy. Ever since I got to know your father way back in high school. I am seeing him in my dreams—my wet dre—Ouch! Why did you slap me?" I asked and glared at her.
"Stop fantasizing, my father. He won't dare to fuck you," she said.
I arched my brow. "How sure are you?"
"De-li-ya…"
I raised my hands, surrendering. "Fine. I won't give up—"
"Delia!"
I laughed. "I mean, I give up."
Martha rolled her eyes at me and lay down beside me. I heard her sigh. "It's fine to me if dad will fall or entertain another woman. It's no big deal. What if I will have my own family? No one will look after him. I can, but of course, in the future, I also wanted to have kids."
"There are nurses. You can hire a private—"
"I don't know. Maybe. But if dad will really find one, I will accept it."
I let out a soft chuckle. "I don't think there's someone that will stand with your dad's coldness. He's scary."
"You can, right?" Martha suddenly asked, which made my eyes grow wider.
"Me?" I laughed. "I like your father. I won't deny that. I see him kissing and touching me in my dreams but in reality… Ugh, I don't know. Wait a minute…." I turned to her side, "you just told me that he doesn't easily fall to a woman like me, and now, it seems like you want me to hit with your father?"
Martha laughed. "You should try," she replied and winked at me.
I shook my head. "Maybe… later." And we laughed in unison.
3:30 A.M. It's been fifteen minutes since we climbed up to the bed, and I can't still fall asleep while Martha is already snoring.
I sighed as I looked at the luminescent stars and moons on the ceiling. Martha really loves them so much. I smiled and climbed off the bed.
Maybe a glass of milk will do first. I really can't sleep.
When I exited Martha's room, my vision was welcomed when an illuminated view. The main light is off so is the big luxury chandelier at the center of the house.
I watched for my step until I reached the kitchen. I shook my head as I changed my mind. A glass of water will do. I walked towards the fridge and opened it. I grabbed the glass pitcher. I moved back on my posture but gasped in shock when I saw Zayne standing beside the fridge.
Good thing my grasp on the handle of the pitcher was tight.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked, which made me close my eyes when I heard his deep and velvety voice.
"Uhm… I can't sleep—"
"This is not your house," he cut off the hum of my words.
I close the fridge door and walk towards the table as I put down the pitcher on top of it.
I sighed and nodded. "I'm aware of that. Besides, this will be my house once you fall in love with me," I replied and forming a sly smirk on my lips. I don't know if he saw it since I can only see his silhouette.
"' Are you out of your mind, young lady?"
I can sense through his voice that he's kinda mad.
I pressed my lips and let out a smile. "Nope. I want you to make me a woman so that you won't call me a young lady anymore," I said bravely. Damn, I'm getting wet again.
I heard him scoff, but I couldn't clearly see his reaction.
"Seems you badly needed a sleep," Zayne said and turned his back away from me.
However, I approached him, and now, I could see his face because of the moonlight that passed through the window. Damn, why so gorgeous, Zayne?
"Where are you going? We're not done talking—"
"Respect me according to our age."
I smiled widely. I don't care if I look like an idiot. "Leonardo DiCaprio's girlfriend is just like my age, and Leonardo is just like your age. I don't care about the age gap, and I don't care if you will dislike me…." I walked closer to him, and he didn't even move a flinch, "—if I do this." In a swift move, I pressed my lips into his.
One. Two. Three. Four… seconds had passed, but he never pushed me away. I snaked my arms into his nape as I deepened the kiss.
He grabbed me by the waist, and I groaned between our lips when his grasp tightened. However, I didn't care and started to nibble his lips.
And I couldn't help but smile inside my heart when he responded. But madness lingered in his kisses.
I groaned again when his grasp on my waist got even tighter.
He deepened the kiss, and suddenly, I felt his left hand into my right breast. "Ugh!" I groaned and pulled away when he squeezed it tight.
"Now, you're stopping?" he asked, and I saw how his devilish smirk formed on his lips.
I tried to push him away, but he snaked his right arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.
"Zayne…"
"What, huh?" he asked ruthlessly as he pushed me into the wall. I groaned in pain when my back hit the cold hard wall.
He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall as he stared at me. I never left his eyes and shot the same tension.
"Hard or Soft?" he asked, suddenly which made my eyes wider.
I bit my lower lip. "Hard," I replied.
He smirked as he let go of my right hand and dragged me with my left. "W-Where are we going—"
"Just shut the fuck up," he uttered.
Although my waist and back hurt a little bit, it's nothing to me. And what matters the most is that I got his attention.