The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 77

AFTER that pleasuring moment between Zero and Isla—the last moment that they shared, Zero went inside the bathroom to take a cold shower, and she was left on the bed waiting for him. He wanted her to take a shower first, but she declined and let him first.

She wants to stay still on the bed for a moment. She wants to savor the last moment of her on his bed. Suddenly, a thought filled her head. She’s wondering how many Zero brings into his parents’ house. Did they get them inside his room? Did they fuck each other on this comfy bed?

She heaved a deep sigh and let go of those thoughts. She won’t gain a good thing if she continues to think of that negativity. But the fact that they were breaking apart after tonight will surely kill her.

After a few moments of diving into overthinking, Zero caught her attention.

“You can take a shower now,” Zero said as he wiped his wet hair with a white towel.

She nodded and held herself not scanning Zero’s body again. She will just hurt herself if she does it.

She took off the comforter that covered her nakedness and didn’t bother if she was flaunting her naked body in front of Zero. There’s no purpose in hiding it. They already fuck each other a couple of times.

She didn’t throw another glance at Zero when she walked past by him as she stepped inside the bathroom. And after the moment she closed it, she walked towards the mirror and started to roam her eyes into her nakedness.

She raised her hand, and it went up to the hickey on the top of her left breast. Then suddenly, a tear fell from her eyes. She let out a smile, but her tears traitor her, and they continue to pour down her cheeks. She held onto the counter as her chest started to feel heavy. Her heart beats faster as her tears continue flowing down.

She sighed and wiped her tears. “Stay strong, Isla,” she whispered to herself. She sighed and started to cleanse herself. She felt relief when the cold water dripped into her body.

And before she stepped out of the bathroom, she calmed herself by taking a deep breath and sighed.

When she got out, she saw Zero, who was already wearing a new set of his clothes. When their gaze met, she looked in the other direction immediately and walked towards the dress that she had used earlier and then wore it again.

Zero walked closer to her and handed over the comb. “T-Thanks,” she muttered and reached it. She stood in front of the mirror and started to comb her hair. As she was doing it, she saw Zero’s reflection in the mirror—her forehead creased because he was staring at her.

She stopped combing her hair and turned to him. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Zero pressed his lips and sighed as he walked closer to her, and suddenly, he reached for her right hand—the one that holds the comb and gets it.

“Let me try,” he mumbled, which made her frown but nodded after a few seconds.

She returned her gaze to the mirror, and Zero stood behind her and started to comb her hair gently—it seems like he was afraid that he might hurt her scalp.

Zero smiled, which made her eyes grow wider. “W-What’s with the smile?” she asked.

Zero shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied, which made her shoot a glare at him. “It… it’s just that it’s y first time combing a woman’s hair.”

Isla then nodded.

Even if Isla wanted to flash a smile on her face, she just couldn’t because Zero was still looking at their reflection.

“You will be okay, right?” Zero started, which made her frown slightly. “I mean, after this.”

She formed a sly smirk on her lips. “Do you think it was that easy?” she asked.

Zero stopped combing her and nodded.

She scoffed and grabbed the comb, and moved away from Zero. She arched her brow. “Haven’t you fallen in love, Zero?” she asked.

Her question put Zero in the moment of silence.

“See, you can’t answer it, right? Because I knew that you tried to fall too. And let me ask you… does moving on so easy to achieve?”

Zero. “…”

“No, Zero. It will not be as easy as counting numbers because you’re dealing with the heart, as your mind. So, if you’re throwing that question to me, my answer is NO—I will not be okay, Zero. Yes, I can do it, but it takes a process. This is unrequited love—I love you, but YOU don’t love me! So, please, avoid telling me that thing until I get back home!” she exclaimed and put down the comb on the table, and she left the room.

SADNESS lingers in Zero’s eyes the moment Isla leaves the room. He took a deep breath and sighed to calm himself. “Damn it!” he cursed, exited his room, and rushed towards Isla. She was about to step on the staircase when Zero grabbed her by the arm and let her face him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered as he locked his gaze on her.

Isla sighed and nodded. “It’s OK, don’t mind me,” she replied and let go of Zero’s grip and continued to walk her way downstairs.