'How could she not feel it?' Zack thought.
He could almost clearly feel Daryl's heartbeat.
"You bastard, let go of me. I have something to tell you." It was not that Daryl was numb. She was flustered, so she tried to pull herself together and didn't dare to meet Zack's eyes. It was a very intimate moment between them.
The place was dimly lit.
She began to notice more of Zack's handsome face, up from his nose, to his chiseled jawlines, down to his angular chin.
Zack drew closer to her that she could feel his breath. "Really? What is it then? I'm giving you a chance," he mused.
His eyes were intimidating that Daryl's legs went limp. She felt breathless. The moment she looked at him, she was at a loss for words.
Zack warned her, "I'm not a very patient man."
He waited for a couple of seconds, but she remained silent. He was done waiting. In a snap, Daryl was already beside the deck chair.
His blood was boiling in anger.
Zack didn't know what was wrong with him. He just wanted to tease her with a kiss, but in the end, he couldn't control himself.
Daryl was startled. She panicked and stammered, "No! Please stop!"
"No?" Zack pressed his lips on hers. "Your mouth says no, but your body says otherwise."
A muffled voice could be heard.
Zack kept pushing himself on her.
At this moment, the butler ran over.
"Bad news... Ah! I didn't see anything, sir!" The butler stopped and turned around, covering his eyes.
Daryl felt her heart skip a beat, and so did Zack.
Zack closed his eyes as he composed himself. He pursed his lips and roared, "What happened? Tell me!"
"It's Benjamin. He vomited. What should we do?"
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