Once Skyla was gone the small ache in his heart refused to subside. He knew he needed to go for a ride on his bike. Changing into black jeans, a long-sleeved riding shirt and a black leather jacket from his three-piece. He summoned Lawrence.
"I am heading out and will head ho after. Don’t wait up for ," he said while adjusting his black jacket.
"OK, which car are you taking?" Lawrence was a bit sceptical of his boss’s mood. Over the years he had learnt to read him. And he seed in a bad one today.
"Bike," just a one-word answer was never a good sign.
"Did sothing happen at the eting? I thought it went smoothly. Why are you in one of your murderous moods?" Lawrence flitted his eyelashes at him.
"Nothing, I will see you later. Pack up properly." Zyair grabbed his keys from his desk drawer and headed out and Lawrence was left wondering.
Was it because Miss Skyla refused the pick-and-drop service? Because earlier when Zyair had inford him that she would not be using the car, he didn’t seem particularly pleased.
That must be it, Lawrence concluded before making haste to end all his tasks.
Zyair took out his ARCH bike from the underground parking lot. It was still kept in pristine condition and he always took it out for a spin whenever the situation spiralled out of control. The sleek design was a treat to the onlookers and comfortable to ride.
He wore his black helt with tinted visor and glovelettes to complete his biker look. Starting the bike he zood out and off he went. The chilled wind blew past him and made him feel alive again.
His destination was a specific villa which he had recently bought under a pseudonym. Not wanting anyone to know he owned it. He had been in search of it for a while now and had finally acquired it this year.
The house had an enormous garden outside and there was this statue of a one-winged angel erected in the center. The fountain had robbed him of his speaking ability the very first ti he had caught sight of it. It drew him towards it like a magnet and he had spent many peaceful monts just sitting and staring at it.
Reaching the place, he slowly opened the tal door and entered. The place was eerily quiet. Parking his bike in the parking area, he quietly made his way towards the fountain. The white marble angel with a single wing stood tall and proud, glistening under the last rays of the evening sun.
His hand reached out and traced the edges of his wing and he wondered what must have prompted the construction of this kind of fountain. His heart eased down and he turned to face the majestic villa that stood behind him.
No one was occupying it after he had bought it. He had hired a cleaning crew which was to keep it immaculately clean and repair any damage which the previous owners might have done.
This villa will remain empty until the rightful owner would be ready to occupy it yet again. This would take so ti and he had no plans of sharing it with anyone else.
Long shadows of the evening fell on the exquisite villa where a happy family once dwelled but now it stood empty, devoid of any joy and laughter. It was one of his dreams to restore it to its forr glory.
***
Skyla reached ho, changed and had her evening tea. Her mother-in-law was out, she had a late-night function to attend and she wasn’t sure if Doran would even co ho.
Proceeding to her working desk she took out her tablet and began to work on her comic. The first two Chapters were released on the Webnovel and she couldn’t be more satisfied. The lead character of her comic was an angel having only one wing. He was shunned and ridiculed by other perfectly ethereal angels. However, he had a heart of gold and was never deterred from helping those in need. Until his destiny crosses with a girl who is as broken from the inside as him.
Living in a world run by people with superpowers, the girl had none. And yet her sheer determination to achieve greatness set her apart from others. The angel helped her and together they unravelled mysteries, defeated foes and ended up saving the world.
Skyla had created a very powerful plot and the character design was stunning to look at. She was hopeful that readers would love the captivating comic she was creating.
Exhausted after a few hours, Skyla wrapped up her work and proceeded to her blue divan where she always slept. She lay down and tried to close her eyes so she could fall asleep.
But like so days when her body refused to listen to her, she was feeling horny today. Not having much experience in intimacy she was always left grappling in those nights.
The only man who had intimately touched her was Calix and she had blurry mories because of how drunk she was that night. However, Skyla rembered that his touch was like an exquisite artist who knew how to paint a blank canvas.
She craved that touch again, more than anything. Before she knew it her hand ended up in her panties as she began to touch herself. Her teeth bit down her lower lip to cut out any moans that might escape her.
Like many other nights when she had intimately touched herself but never reached orgasm. This was going to be no different.
With her eyes closed she was trying to imagine an intimate scene when the half-hidden face of Zyair Kincaid flashed in her brain. His exquisite eyes which Skyla was sure could peek even into her soul were unsettling. That deep raucous voice could make any woman turn to jelly.
Her eyes shot open and she inhaled so deeply as if whimpering.
"What the hell?" She chided herself and extracted her hand, "he is my boss for fuck’s sake brain and I am married."
She sat up on her divan and brought her legs together, this was so sinful and yet his deep voice just kept resonating in her brain again and again.
Throwing the blanket aside she climbed down and went to the washroom to take a cold bath, hoping her brain would freeze over along with such forbidden pleasures it was dragging her towards.
"I should go and bake afterwards. This sleep business is no good today," she mumbled to herself in frustration before opening the cold shower and drenching herself in it.
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