The morning sun filtered through the windows of the grand dining room, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden table where Amy sat, sipping her tea in silence. She was lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the events of the previous night and the establishment of their newfound house rules.As she sat there, contemplating the challenges that lay ahead, the sound of footsteps echoing through the hallway drew her attention. Moments later, Zion appeared in the doorway, dressed in a sharp suit that accentuated his commanding presence.Amy glanced up, her confusion evident as she took in Zion's appearance. She had expected him to be dressed for work, but the sight of him standing there, ready and waiting, caught her off guard.Zion met Amy's gaze with a knowing smile, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Good morning, Amy," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "I trust you're ready to start the day?"Amy blinked in surprise, her confusion mounting with each passing mome
The day stretched on endlessly, each passing hour marked by the relentless ticking of the clock on the wall. Despite her best efforts, Amy found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her work, the closeness of their office seats proving to be a constant distraction.Every time she shifted in her chair, she couldn't help but brush against Zion's arm, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. It was a sensation she found both unnerving and exhilarating, the subtle contact leaving her feeling flustered and off-balance.With each accidental touch, Amy felt a growing sense of discomfort settle over her, a nagging feeling that refused to be ignored. She tried to focus on the task at hand, willing herself to push aside the distracting thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her.But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling of being too close, too exposed in Zion's presence. It was as if the air between them crackled with an invisible tension, a silent
The tension in the room was palpable as Amy and Zion faced each other across the expanse of their living room, their voices raised in heated argument. The topic of discussion: Victoria's unexpected visit to the office and the potential rumors that could arise from it."I can't believe you allowed her to come to the office again," Amy exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. "Do you have any idea what people will think? The media is still on our tail after our impromptu wedding, and now this..."Zion's jaw clenched in frustration as he tried to defend his actions. "It was a business matter, Amy," he insisted, his tone terse. "I had no choice but to involve her. Besides, it's not like we can keep our marriage a secret forever."Amy shook her head in disbelief, her anger bubbling to the surface. "And what about the rumors that will inevitably spread?" she countered. "Do you really think I want to deal with that kind of scrutiny? I have enough on my plate as it is, without having to
The thought of sleeping on the same bed with Zion has been hunting Amy since she finished packing her things in his room. Amy looks at the clock in wonder; “ has the clock sped up? Why is it determined to give her a heart attack? She looked outside and it was getting dark. In an attempt to distract herself, Amy joined the chef in the kitchen to make dinner. After dinner Amy stayed back with her mum to watch a TV program though she wasn’t interested in the show, She was buying herself some time. “ I feel so sleepy and tired, I think I’ll retire to bed now,” Amy's mum told her as she left for her room. The clock on the mantelpiece ticked away the hours, its rhythmic sound echoing through the dimly lit living room. Amy sat huddled on the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. She glanced at the clock; it was nearing midnight. The events of the day had left her feeling unsettled, and the prospect of spending another night in the same room as Zion fil
This Morning was a very awkward for Amy, she didn’t know how to start her day since she’d be sharing almost everything with Zion from the bathroom to the closet and they just slept on the same bed. Amy stood at the center of the room shifting her weight from one foot to the other while thinking of what next to do. Zion on the other hand was already using the bathroom and he was taking too much time. After spending almost an hour pondering on what to do, Amy decided to go pick an outfit from the closet, as she stepped out to place them on the bed like she always did as part of her morning routine. Suddenly, the click of the bathroom door broke through the stillness, and Amy's heart skipped a beat as she realized Zion was emerging. She turned her head just in time to catch sight of him stepping into the room, his damp hair tousled and tousled, droplets of water glistening like diamonds in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her breath caught in her throat as
It was another lazy Saturday morning, the sunlight streaming in through the windows casting a warm glow over the familiar surroundings of Amy's home. Yet, despite the routine of it all, a restlessness stirred within her, a desire to break free from the confines of the mundane and explore the place she called her own home. Amy set out to do just that. She had been living in this house for months now, sharing it with a man she knew close to nothing about. Sure, they had exchanged pleasantries and engaged in polite conversation, but beyond the surface-level interactions, there was an ocean of mystery separating them. As she moved from room to room, Amy's curiosity was piqued with each new discovery. She ran her fingers along the smooth surface of the kitchen countertops, tracing the lines and contours as if trying to decipher some hidden message. She opened cabinets and drawers, revealing an assortment of utensils and gadgets, each one a piece of the puzzle that made up their shared lif
Zion’s proximity was doing a lot of things to Amy. Amy could not put her thoughts together to give an answer to the question he just asked. Zion at this point was attacking her neck with soft kisses, attending to each spot with care as if he was trying to paint her skin with a new tattoo. Amy's legs couldn’t carry her anymore, she held on to Zion as her life depended on it. Zion moved his hand to the swell of her boobs. His hand could feel its soft round form from the wet light fabric, Amy sighed in response, she was going crazy. She needs to stop but she has already lost control of her body and this was a first for her. Zion roughly squeezed her boobs, he was about to lose his cool, this was supposed to be a tease but he just got caught up, he didn’t imagine her body could do this to him. “You better stop making that sound unless I’m gonna take you here and now,” Zion said in a hoarse voice Amy quickly opened her eyes to find Zion wearing his usual wicked smirk. She quickly mo
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Amy's mother bustled around the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. It was the last day of her weekend visit, and despite the early hour, there was a sense of bustling activity as she prepared to bid farewell to her daughter and son-in-law. Amy emerged from her bedroom, her eyes still heavy with sleep as she padded into the kitchen, the familiar scent of home enveloping her in a warm embrace. She smiled at the sight of her mother, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings as she realized their time together was drawing to a close. "Good morning, Mum," Amy said, her voice soft with emotion. "How did you sleep?" Her mother turned towards her with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners with affection. "Like a log, dear," she replied, gesturing towards the steaming pot of coffee on the counter. "Would you like a cup?" Amy nodded gratefully, reaching for a mug and pouring herself