The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 59

ISLA

I don’t know what to feel at this moment. Zero is with me but he never dared to kiss me or at least tease me—tempt me to pleasure him.

“Zero…” I called his name. He was sitting in the living room and was holding his phone. What I’ve observed is that he’s been on his phone ever since he sat in there. It seems like he’s chatting with someone that he can’t even put down.

It’s hurt that I assumed that he will at least have this moment to get through to me since I never saw him for days again. But it’s not.

I sat on the one-seater sofa across from him and grabbed the throw pillow, resting it on my lap. “How’s work? Seems like you have a busy schedule,” I asked, trying to catch some information.

Zero didn’t speak and stared at me. I arched my brow. Zero broke the gaze and he took a deep sigh. “I’m expanding my business and got workloads to do,” he replied.

I nodded and pressed my lips, trying to flash a smile. “Then you should focus on it. You don’t have to drop by. You can call me if you need me—”

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted, seems like he really did something to me even if he’s not. I am not his obligation. If he feels sorry because he can’t do that. Then it’s fine.

I let out a soft chuckle. “Sorry, for what, Zero? For not fulfilling the sexual needs?”

Zero met my gaze.

I flashed a smile. “Don’t be sorry just because we can’t have sex due to your hectic schedules. You should know that I am not the kind of girl who will long for sex.”

Oh, great, Isla, really? My inner self asked me.

“You should focus on your company. Expansion is not easy. I also heard that from Apollo about a year ago, since our father died. So, I will understand,” I asserted.

Zero heaved a deep sigh again. “Are we good? Is there something bothering you?” I asked. “What’s with the deep sigh—your stares and with your sorry—”

“I’m sorry. I need to say those words. I just need to,” he murmured.

I don’t know what reaction should I need to show. I am confused—what he’s doing is confusing me, big time.

I nodded, “Okay, you’re sorry. But pardon me for I don’t know what to reply to that. Because you don’t owe me anything,” I said and smiled.

“You have classes tomorrow?” he asked. What he’s doing, it’s making no sense. I don’t know but, it seems like something is bothering him but he won’t tell me, simply because he doesn’t trust me or we’re in a relationship.

I shook my head. “I don’t have. They will disinfect the whole school tomorrow,” I informed.