Seducing Him


    ENTRY 1.2


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    Delia''s POV


    Dinner. We gathered in the kitchen while we shared the food that the maids had prepared. I can''t


    move freely since Martha''s father is with us. It seems like he''s darting res at me. Well, it''s just my


    hunch.


    I dodged Martha''s leg on my side and simply threw a nce at her. Her eyes grew bigger and


    mouthed: what.


    I pressed my lips as I gestured my eyes in her father''s direction, which she understood what I


    meant.


    "Dad," Martha looked at her dad, "—can you please give us a warm aura? My friend is kinda


    scared," she added.


    I saw how Zayne''s gaze met mine. I looked down and continued slicing the beef meat into my te.


    I dodged Martha''s elbow. "Just continue eating," I whispered.


    "You should tell your friend to stop staring at me."


    My eyes widened in surprise when I heard his words. Anger suddenly filled in my system the same


    time, and I felt something inside my stomach. Damn it. His voice made my pussy wet! I screamed


    inside my head.


    I didn''t bother to talk and just continued eating when I was done. I bowed my head in respect, left


    the kitchen, and rushed toward Martha''s room.


    I jumped on the bed and grabbed the pillow as I tampered my face into it and screamed.


    When my chest started to move rapidly, I put away the pillow and pressed my back on the soft


    sheet. I stared at the ceiling and couldn''t help myself but smile. It''s not that I''m angry. I just don''t like


    his stares at me.


    Huh, let''s see if you won''t kneel in front of me, Zayne Gomez!


    After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the door opened and Martha stepped inside. "What was


    that?" she asked andughed.


    I rolled my eyes and sighed. "He''s scary," I said.


    Martha smiled and sat on the bed. "I told you. He''s a beast."


    I smiled. "I don''t think he''s still a beast when I shed my big boobies in front of him," I teased.


    "What?!" Martha eximed. "What on earth are you thinking?!"


    I burst intoughter. "I''m just kidding," I replied. But deep inside me, I want to do it. What it feels like


    to seduce Mr. Gomez?"


    "Dad is a monster—he might hurt you physically if you''re going to do that. You''re beautiful and hot,


    but dad doesn''t fall easily with a woman like you—literally with a woman," Martha said.


    I sighed. "I know. It''s just my fantasy. Ever since I got to know your father way back in high school. I


    am seeing him in my dreams—my wet dre—Ouch! Why did you p me?" I asked and red at


    her.


    "Stop fantasizing, my father. He won''t dare to fuck you," she said.


    I arched my brow. "How sure are you?"


    "De-li-ya…"


    I raised my hands, surrendering. "Fine. I won''t give up—"


    "Delia!"


    Iughed. "I mean, I give up."


    Martha rolled her eyes at me andy down beside me. I heard her sigh. "It''s fine to me if dad will fall


    or entertain another woman. It''s no big deal. What if I will have my own family? No one will look


    after him. I can, but of course, in the future, I also wanted to have kids."


    "There are nurses. You can hire a private—"


    "I don''t know. Maybe. But if dad will really find one, I will ept it."


    I let out a soft chuckle. "I don''t think there''s someone that will stand with your dad''s coldness. He''s


    scary."


    "You can, right?" Martha suddenly asked, which made my eyes grow wider.


    "Me?" Iughed. "I like your father. I won''t deny that. I see him kissing and touching me in my


    dreams but in reality… Ugh, I don''t know. Wait a minute…." I turned to her side, "you just told me


    that he doesn''t easily fall to a woman like me, and now, it seems like you want me to hit with your


    father?"


    Marthaughed. "You should try," she replied and winked at me.


    I shook my head. "Maybe…ter." And weughed in unison.


    3:30 A.M. It''s been fifteen minutes since we climbed up to the bed, and I can''t still fall asleep while


    Martha is already snoring.


    I sighed as I looked at the luminescent stars and moons on the ceiling. Martha really loves them so


    much. I smiled and climbed off the bed.


    Maybe a ss of milk will do first. I really can''t sleep.


    When I exited Martha''s room, my vision was weed when an illuminated view. The main light is


    off so is the big luxury chandelier at the center of the house.


    I watched for my step until I reached the kitchen. I shook my head as I changed my mind. A ss of


    water will do. I walked towards the fridge and opened it. I grabbed the ss pitcher. I moved back


    on my posture but gasped in shock when I saw Zayne standing beside the fridge.


    Good thing my grasp on the handle of the pitcher was tight.


    "What are you still doing here?" he asked, which made me close my eyes when I heard his deep


    and velvety voice.


    "Uhm… I can''t sleep—"


    "This is not your house," he cut off the hum of my words.


    I close the fridge door and walk towards the table as I put down the pitcher on top of it.


    I sighed and nodded. "I''m aware of that. Besides, this will be my house once you fall in love with


    me," I replied and forming a sly smirk on my lips. I don''t know if he saw it since I can only see his


    silhouette.


    "'' Are you out of your mind, youngdy?"


    I can sense through his voice that he''s kinda mad.


    I pressed my lips and let out a smile. "Nope. I want you to make me a woman so that you won''t call


    me a youngdy anymore," I said bravely. Damn, I''m getting wet again.


    I heard him scoff, but I couldn''t clearly see his reaction.


    "Seems you badly needed a sleep," Zayne said and turned his back away from me. RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    However, I approached him, and now, I could see his face because of the moonlight that passed


    through the window. Damn, why so gorgeous, Zayne?


    "Where are you going? We''re not done talking—"


    "Respect me ording to our age."


    I smiled widely. I don''t care if I look like an idiot. "Leonardo DiCaprio''s girlfriend is just like my age,


    and Leonardo is just like your age. I don''t care about the age gap, and I don''t care if you will dislike


    me…." I walked closer to him, and he didn''t even move a flinch, "—if I do this." In a swift move, I


    pressed my lips into his.


    One. Two. Three. Four… seconds had passed, but he never pushed me away. I snaked my arms


    into his nape as I deepened the kiss.


    He grabbed me by the waist, and I groaned between our lips when his grasp tightened. However, I


    didn''t care and started to nibble his lips.


    And I couldn''t help but smile inside my heart when he responded. But madness lingered in his


    kisses.


    I groaned again when his grasp on my waist got even tighter.


    He deepened the kiss, and suddenly, I felt his left hand into my right breast. "Ugh!" I groaned and


    pulled away when he squeezed it tight.


    "Now, you''re stopping?" he asked, and I saw how his devilish smirk formed on his lips.


    I tried to push him away, but he snaked his right arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.


    "Zayne…"


    "What, huh?" he asked ruthlessly as he pushed me into the wall. I groaned in pain when my back hit


    the cold hard wall.


    He grabbed my hands and pinned them to the wall as he stared at me. I never left his eyes and shot


    the same tension.


    "Hard or Soft?" he asked, suddenly which made my eyes wider.


    I bit my lower lip. "Hard," I replied.


    He smirked as he let go of my right hand and dragged me with my left. "W-Where are we going—"


    "Just shut the fuck up," he uttered.


    Although my waist and back hurt a little bit, it''s nothing to me. And what matters the most is that I


    got his attention.