Substitute Bride Of A CEO

Chapter four

As Zack's vision faded, he could make out the blurry shapes of streetlights and buildings passing through.

He felt the vehicle stop and heard the sound of vehicle doorways opening and closing. When he opened his eyes once more, he sensed himself relaxing in Andrew’s frame as he relaxed along the sidewalk, against the face of the motel building.

The streetlights forged a dim glow on the road, illuminating the silhouettes of humans on foot by way of.

Certainly, one of them approached Andrew and Zack, a girl in a quick skirt and a revealing pinnacle.

"What's up, hon," she said, her voice low and sultry. "You want some what?"

Zack's bodyguards straight away blocked the female far from reaching Zack till they entered the building.

Zack felt himself being lifted and carried by Andrew, his frame limp and unresponsive.

After a couple of minutes of stumbling and walking, he fell on a bed, the springs creaking as he landed. His limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, as if they did not belong to him.

His mouth opened, and a jumble of words came out, slurred and incoherent.

"We must rest for a bit," Andrew stated, his voice a relaxing murmur. "Just try and relax and get some sleep. i will be right here when you awaken."

A few minutes later, Zack heard the door close with a quiet click.

After that, everything went silent. Zack was left alone in the darkness, his thoughts a swirl of confusion and panic. However, after a while, a new sound broke through the silence - the sound of footsteps, growing louder as they approached.

A lady entered the room, her face hidden in the shadows. As she stepped closer to the bed, the mold from the window fell over her face, revealing her features.

To Zack's surprise, it turned into Roselyn, wearing a quick black dress that hugged her curves. Her make-up was smeared, her hair messed up, and her eyes dark and decided.

"Roselyn," he said, his voice hoarse.

Roselyn's face registered surprise and anger whilst she noticed Zack.

“not you again..”She scoffed, and she at once turned to leave.

However, just as she was about to step through the door, Zack reached out and grabbed her arm. She stumbled, and fell in opposition to him, her body pressed in opposition to his.

They stood like that for a second, frozen in time. Roselyn's eyes met his, and they were full of confusion and fear.

"What is happening?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Why are you right here?" Roselyn asked, her voice trembling. "Are you stalking me? Are you looking to mess with my head?"

Zack genuinely shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Your eyes are lovely," he said, his voice clean.

Roselyn's eyes widened, and she took a step again, wrenching her arm free from his preserved range. "Are you under the influence of alcohol?" she asked, her voice sharp. "What are you even doing right here?"

"Why do you care?" Zack stated, his voice barely a whisper.

"I don't care," Roselyn said, her voice shaking. "I simply need to go away. i am scared, and i don't need to be here anymore."

Zack simply looked at her, his eyes darkish and unreadable. "You're now not going anywhere," he said. "You can't escape me. I'm immune to your touch. I want to find out why. You’re unique."

Roselyn's eyes widened, and she took another step again, her coronary heart pounding. "You're not only a jerk, you're crazy!" she said, her voice growing in panic.

"Why are you here?" Zack asked, his voice low and pressing. "Are you staying at this motel?"

Roselyn swallowed hard, trying to preserve her composure. "I'm here on enterprise," she said, her voice barely consistent. "I am right here to meet with a few customers."

Zack stepped in the direction of her, his body pressing in opposition to hers. "So your right here to do commercial enterprise," he stated, his voice a whisper in her ear. "Now I’m your customer, why don’t you do what your here for."

Roselyn shivered, her pores and skin crawling with worry. Zack pulled her closer to him, his face inches from hers, Roselyn could sense Zack’s breath on her pores and skin and she could sense in uprising in her chest.

"Let me pass," Roselyn said, her voice trembling. "I need to go away. You are making me uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Zack said, his tone mocking. "You don't know the meaning of the phrase."

He leaned in even nearer, his breath hot on her neck. Roselyn felt her frame irritating, her heart racing. She didn't recognise what to do, the way to get away. She had never been so scared in her very existence .

As Roselyn stood there, frozen with worry, the door to the room flew open. A person in a uniform stepped into the room, his face stern and serious.

"what's happening here?" he asked, his gaze flicking among Roselyn and Zack. "Is everything OK?"

Zack's eyes narrowed, and he took a step again from Roselyn, his expression dark. "everything is exceptional," he said, his voice bloodless and difficult.

The man took one ultimate look around the room, his eyes lingering on Roselyn's face, before turning and leaving, closing the door at the back of him.

As quickly as the door became close, Zack strode over to the door and turned the lock, the press echoing through the room.

Then, he turned and checked out Roselyn, his eyes smoldering. He reached up and pulled his tie off, letting it fall to the floor. His hair was messy, his blouse barely rumpled, as if he were in a fight.

As Zack approached her, Roselyn's fear grew stronger. She could feel her heart racing, her arms sweating.

She attempted to step back, but she was already pressed towards the wall.

Zack was just inches from her now, his frame towering over hers. He was so near that she ought to sense his breath on her skin, could scent the steeply-priced cologne he turned into sporting. She became frozen, not able to move.

"You can not run," Zack stated, his voice low and threatening. Then he locked his lips on hers, tightly.

Roselyn attempted to battle, her hands hitting toughly against Zack's extensive chest. However, it changed into little need. Zack caressed his lips on hers and after, he raised her up in his arms.

Roselyn hit his chest again. In a rage, she attempted to drag her lips away, but each time she did so, he would preserve them more tightly and lick her lips with more difficulty.

Now, he tossed her on the mattress, and tore his shirt aside, right away. Roselyn could feel her heart pounding quicker in her chest as she crawled backwards on the mattress, panicking.

“Sir, I’m sorry, please don’t do that.” Roselyn cried, her fingers shaky, as an alternative that wasn’t Zack anymore. It became the drunk Zack.

He approached her on the mattress, his eyes at his maximum seducing shape. His broad chest protected her as he became about to fist on her.

He then rips her garments with his left hand, revealing her underwear and bra. His budget pushing tough

Out of his panties, he placed her in front of him, bringing his face closer to kiss her lips.