Zack thought of following them, but his phone rang, interrupting his focus. It was Ivy.
He grimaced, the last thing he wanted to do right now was talk to her. Ignoring the call, he continued driving after the cab, his mind racing with thoughts of Bella and the mystery person who had helped her financially.
The phone rang again, the ringtone grating on his nerves. With an exasperated groan, he pulled over to the side of the road and answered the call, his face twisted in annoyance.
"Hello?"
"Zack, where are you?" Ivy’s voice came through. "I have been waiting for you for so long. Have you forgotten about our dinner plan?"
Zack pinched the bridge of his nose. He had totally forgotten about the dinner plan. He had completely forgotten about their plans. He knew he couldn’t afford to anger Ivy right now; his focus needed to stay on her. The situation with Bella would have to wait.
"I’m on my way," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Wait for me."
Reluctantly, he turned the car around, abandoning the idea of following Bella. His thoughts still churned with questions, but he knew he had to deal with Ivy first.
He arrived at his penthouse in no time and found Ivy waiting for him. A playful smile danced on her lips as she rushed to him, her arms winding around his neck.
"There you are," she breathed.
Zack, however, remained stiff. "Need to freshen up first," he muttered, slipping past her embrace and heading for the bedroom.
Undeterred, Ivy followed close behind. "Where were you?" she asked. "I thought you’d be home, but when I came here, you were nowhere to be found."
Zack ignored her inquiry, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it carelessly onto the bed. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a broad, tempting back, Ivy couldn’t help but gape, her eyes sparkling. She had forgotten what she had asked.
He cast a knowing glance over his shoulder, catching her admiring gaze. "I am going to take a shower," he said in a low, husky tone. "Are you going to stand here all the time?"
Flustered, Ivy stammered, "N-no, of course not! I’ll, uh, check on dinner." With a hasty retreat, she practically bolted from the room, her heart pounding. A feverish heat burned in her cheeks as forgotten desires flickered to life within her.
It had been months since they had last been intimate. It was on Rose’s death anniversary. If Zack had not been drunk that night, he wouldn’t have touched her. But now, the circumstances were different. Zack was sober and about to take a shower.
Ivy couldn’t stop thinking about joining him, the idea both thrilling and terrifying. She hesitated, apprehensive of intruding on his privacy and potentially angering him. Yet the temptation was strong, her mind filled with fantasies, desires flickering within her like a dormant flame reigniting.
’No, no... I don’t want to ruin his mood,’ she mumbled to herself.
Disrupting his mood could shatter the fragile peace of the evening. Yet, the simmering desire within her threatened to boil over. As if possessed, she whirled around, her feet carrying her not towards the kitchen, but back into the bedroom.
The steady hiss of the shower filled the air, fueling a vivid picture in her mind – Zack, stripped bare under the cascading water, droplets glistening on his sculpted chest. An overwhelming urge to touch him, to feel the tautness of his muscles, to savor the sweetness of his kiss, gnawed at her. Unable to resist the primal pull any longer, Ivy stormed into the bathroom.
Her steps faltered as she came face-to-face with the frosted glass door. The steam had done its work, transforming the transparent barrier into an opaque veil that teased with glimpses of his form. Despite the blur, the outline of his body fueled a feverish heat within her. Her breaths became ragged gasps.
Zack, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, ran a hand through his wet hair. He had deliberately left the door unlocked, knowing she would come. Through the haze, he looked at her. There was no love in his eyes, only a cold calculation.
Ivy didn’t deserve his love. But Zack wouldn’t hesitate to use her to make profits for his company. It was his way to punish her for causing him pain.
Overwhelmed by desire, Ivy discarded her clothes and joined him in the shower. The steam enveloped her as she stepped inside, her eyes locking onto Zack’s. She pressed her body against his, the heat of his skin melding with hers as water poured over them both.
They locked eyes intensely, Ivy’s hand reaching out to touch Zack’s chest. He made no move to push her away, allowing her to explore the contours of his well-defined muscles.
"Zack!" she whispered. "I love you."
Without a word, Zack pushed her against the glass wall. He claimed her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands roamed over her wet skin, tracing every curve, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Breaking away for a moment, Zack gazed at Ivy with a ravenous hunger, his eyes reflecting her own desperate desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting the water droplets cascading down her cheek, sending tremors down her spine.
Without warning, Zack spun Ivy around, pushing her forward until she bent over, her palms flat against the glass. With a swift, deliberate motion, he entered her, causing Ivy to gasp sharply. A low growl rumbled from Zack’s throat as he began to thrust, setting a pace that echoed the beat of falling water.
His hands moved to cup her breasts, roughly tweaking her nipples, sending waves of sensation through her. He pounded into her harder and harder.
Steam enveloped them, fogging the glass door, and obscuring any view from the outside. Here, amidst the white noise of running water, nothing else existed except for these two bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Pleasure surged between them like crashing waves, rising and falling with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust, each gasp, and each moan was swallowed by the steam and the white noise of the water.
"Uh, Rose!" Zack cried out, continuously pumping her, not slowing down a bit.
Ivy’s heart hollowed out, tears welling in her eyes. Zack called Rose’s name again. It happened every time they had sex. Even if she was dead, Rose was still in his heart.
Ivy’s fingers clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. A twisted smile stretched across her tear-streaked face, a malevolent glint igniting in her eyes. What if Rose occupied his heart? She was dead – not exist in the world.
Zack was all hers and no one could take him away from her.
Suddenly, everything exploded simultaneously, tremors coursing through rigid limbs. Their pleasure cries echoed inside the confines of the bathroom. Spent, they remained locked together, panting heavily under the still-flowing showerhead.
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