[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice Chapter 57: Tempers and Temptation

And then...

I pulled away sharply, pressing a hand against his chest to create space between us. My voice was low but steady, and every word was deliberate, ant for him to hear.

"Even if you succeed in making sleep with you right now," I said, letting each word cut through the tension, "it wouldn’t an anything. Even if I slept with you a thousand tis, you’d still be nothing but a ghost from my past. So stop trying. No matter how many tis you try, you will never succeed."

He blinked, the intensity in his eyes faltering slightly.

"Do you know why?" I continued, stepping back just a fraction, though he leaned in instinctively. "I know you don’t... but I’ll tell you. Because I really love soone else, more than anything. I love him, and I’ve given him my word. I would never do anything to hurt his feelings."

Nicki’s jaw went slack, his usual arrogance faltering. His hand twitched as if he wanted to reach for , to argue, to pull back, but he didn’t. His eyes were wide, vulnerability shining through for the first ti, and sothing unreadable passed over his face: disbelief, anger, a twinge of pain... maybe even a trace of admiration for my resolve.

He opened his mouth, closed it, and whispered, almost choking on the words, "Y-you... you really an that?"

"Yes," I said firmly, staring into his eyes. "Every word."

He leaned closer, eyes searching mine. "Then... what’s so special about him? He’s just like , Evric. We could turn things back, be like before."

I shook my head, my voice sharp, unwavering. "Don’t compare yourself to him. You and he... You are nothing alike. He will never be you, and you will never be him."

I took a step closer, my words slicing through the thick tension. "This is the final ti I tell you: stop trying to seduce . Even if I slept with you, I would regret it for the rest of my life. Honestly, I’d rather sleep with a hooker than sleep with you again, Nicki."

I saw it then, pain flickering across his eyes. The precise sting I wanted him to feel.

He was about to speak again when my phone rang. I glanced at the screen: Zayn.

I answered the call right there, making sure Nicki could hear my voice. He didn’t see who it was, but he could tell from the warmth in my tone that this was soone I cared for deeply.

"Hey, babe," I said, my voice warm.

Nicki’s eyes darkened slightly, a mix of frustration and disbelief as I waved at him, saying a silent goodbye. I unlocked the door and stepped out, leaving him frozen in place.

"Hey," his calm voice ca through, low and gentle. "Are you done with work?

"I’m just leaving now," I replied.

"Good," he murmured. "Are you coming ho straight, or do you still have sothing else to do?"

I grinned, teasing him. "Hmm... are you missing already?"

There was a short pause, then a low chuckle. "Maybe. Don’t make a big deal out of it," he muttered, trying to sound casual.

I smiled. "I’m coming ho. I have nothing else to do but be by your side right now."

Another pause, then he murmured, "Good... hurry ho safely."

I ended the call with a smile.

I nodded to myself, the difference between Nicki and Zayn clearer than ever. My heart was calm now, and no one, not even Nicki, could shake it.

My driver was just about to pull away when Nicki’s ssage flashed on my phone: ’You dare say all that to ? I’ll make you regret every single word.

I glanced at it, then ignored it. Mr. Karl had texted earlier, letting know he had already left to handle other matters. He knows my work better than anyone and always knows exactly when I need to show up. He handles everything perfectly.

The drive ho was longer than usual, thanks to the traffic, and by the ti I arrived, I was tired. I went straight upstairs, eager to see the one man who made everything feel complete. But he was already asleep.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth, not wanting Nicki’s earlier kiss to reach him before I did.

Then I slid onto the bed, pulling the duvet over us, and hugged my man from behind, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

He stirred slightly, lying flat, and I climbed on top of him, resting my head against his chest. My gaze drifted to his lips, and when he gently opened his eyes, I pressed my lips to his. He kissed back, slow and tender, and in that mont, I realized, this was the kind of kiss I wanted every day. No other, no one else. This man was mine. Only him.

"I love you, Zayn," I whispered.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze soft but teasing. "You keep saying that... don’t you ever get tired of it?"

I shook my head, heart steady. "No. I won’t. Because it’s what I feel, and my feelings are real."

He smiled, saying nothing for a mont, then asked if I was hungry.

I nodded. "Yes... I’m hungry."

"Then we should go downstairs," he said. "I already prepared sothing for you."

I looked at him. "Downstairs isn’t too safe for to eat."

He frowned, clueless. "Why not? It’s your house... you can sit at the dining table anywhere to eat."

"I don’t want to eat there," I said simply.

He tilted his head, trying to figure out. "If not the dining room, what about the living room?"

I shook my head. "I don’t want to eat there either."

Still looking confused, he asked, "Then... if not the dining table or the living room, what about the bedroom? I can bring it up here."

I nodded. "Yes... I’d prefer to eat in the bedroom."

"Stand up," he said. "I’ll go bring it to you so you can eat."

I shook my head. "The food is already here... why do you have to go and bring it again?"

He blinked. "What food?"

I smiled, watching realization slowly hit him. "Are we talking about the sa food?" he asked.

I grinned, teasing. "Maybe not the sa food... but still food."

"Evric... it can’t be what I’m thinking, right?" he said, voice tense.

"Yes it’s," I whispered, still smiling.

His expression shifted, serious now. "Why?"

I kept smiling. "Nothing, babe... I just want you."

But the look on his face changed, hardening into sothing almost angry.

"How many tis already, Evric? From yesterday till now... how many tis? Do you see like so hooker, or do you just keep in your house all day only to... to have sex with ?"

"Hey..." I tried to explain, but he cut off sharply.

"Stand up on ."

"Zayn..." I called softly.

"Stand up on !" he shouted.

I obeyed. He grabbed his phone and stord downstairs, leaving alone in the room.

I leaned back, rembering Nicki’s words: Nobody will be able to stand my sexual drive... except him.

I sat there for a while, still in shock from seeing Zayn shouting at , but I refused to let that co between us. Taking a steadying breath, I got up and followed him downstairs.