ZERO was busy fucking the secretary of his client in the bathroom inside his building. ‘Damn it!’ he cursed inside his mind while doing his thing.
He was focusing and was trying to attain the sensual sensation just like how he felt during intercourse but he failed. And when he looked at the woman’s face, he saw Isla.
“Fuck!” he cursed out loud and withdrew his shaft. “Get dressed,” he uttered and fixed himself.
“We’re not yet done—”
“I lost my interest,” he said in a flat tone and left the bathroom. He rides into the elevator and gets back inside his office.
He sat into his swivel chair and massaged his temple as he moved his chair, facing the glass wall. He was in deep thought while he watches the cars that were moving on the street.
He bit his thumb as he rests his elbow on the arm of his swivel chair.
For the first time, he didn’t enjoy having sex with others. He couldn’t understand why his body was finding something—not just something but he knew it was Isla’s touch.
Fuck!
This thought makes him insane.
He took a deep breath and blew into the thin air before he put his focus on the screen of his PC. But after a couple of minutes, he can’t really get into focus. He then grabbed his phone near his PC and his eyes widened when Zero saw missed calls from Becca.
Zero tapped the message and read its content.
From Becca: Answer my fucking calls, jerk! I’m making a way for my friend to be with you but you’re ignoring my calls?
He smirked. Seems like Becca really wants him for Isla, huh?
He was about to call Becca when he received another message again. And it shows the name of the restaurant and its location.
He then closes his PC and wears his coat, grabbed his car keys and phone, and left his office. He knocked on the office of his secretary.
“I’m going out. Put all the documents that need my signature and I will sign them tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir,” said the secretary.
He rode into his car and drives into the restaurant and he formed a smirk on his face when he saw them. A waitress approached him.
He halted and gaze at the waitress, blankly.
“What table, Sir?” she asked and wet her lips using her tongue.
He frowned, slightly and smiled after. “I can manage,” he replied and walked away.
The woman is beautiful and got curves but he’s not in the mood to fuck anyone.
“Good day, ladies!” he greeted which surprised them. Becca who acted surprised smirked after. “Can I seat?” he asked as he gazed at Isla. The woman then nodded, still her eyes widened and lips slightly parted.
“It’s great that you’re here Zero. Isla and I were struggling to pay the bills.”
Zero’s forehead creased as he met his cousin’s eyes.
“Today is our first day in college—”
“And you’re here, relaxing? You two should be inside the school, right?”
Becca rolled her eyes at him. “We only attended the orientation today and it’s already done. We will attend our classes tomorrow, old Zero,” she barked.
Zero formed a sly smirk on his lips. “Oh. I see. So, now, you want me to pay your bills?”
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