In the shower room, the sound of water echoed around us.
He had me pressed against the wall. The heat between us was rising with every moment.
His kisses were possessive. They left marks like blooming flowers across my skin.
I could barely handle it. My only option was to wrap my arms around his neck to catch my breath.
However, that small action seemed to excite him even more. He lifted me up, quickly dried us with a towel, and carried me to the bed.
Just when things were at their most intense, he stopped. His voice was husky as she asked me, “Are you sure about this? Once you’re with me, we will never be apart again.”
Panting and barely able to think straight, I nodded.
“Okay, we will never be apart.”
He nodded with satisfaction. His eyes were burning with affection, a fiery passion that seemed to engulf me.
“Good girl.”
He lowered his head and captured my lips with his. His touch became rougher. I could barely handle it. I gripped the bedsheets helplessly as I called his name.
“Oh, Zane…”
He brought his lips to my ear. There was a satisfied smile on his face. His voice was low, almost a whisper.
“This time, we’ll never be apart again.”
I was so lost in his kisses that my mind was slipping into a haze.
All my focus seemed to center on one spot, so I could not fully comprehend what he said.
Outside, I did not even notice when the rain began to fall. The sound of the rain pattered against the window had blended with the noises in the room.
Zane held my hands tightly. My senses became heightened until everything built up to the peak.
During my month abroad, one member of my family after another came to try to convince me to return and reconcile with Jake.
I refused them all.
Then came the phone calls, one after another. I blocked every single one.
Until tonight, at 9 p.m.
Normally, I would not be asleep that early, but after an hour of intense “workout,” I was so exhausted I could barely lift a finger. I clutched my pillow and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
It was then that a message popped up on my phone.
[Ms. James, where are you? What was said that day was just a joke. Please come back. Mr. Stevens has been looking for you.]
Zane saw the message on my phone. Without hesitation, he sent a reply.
[Lily James is dead. She jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Her body is in pieces now. You might want to hurry if you want to find her.
[Better be quick, or you might not even find all the parts.]
