I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Samarra’s emotions flitted as she made her way to the Elevator. She couldn’t help but rage when she remembered what Zachary had told her.

“He needs to make me look like he doesn’t want to marry me. Duh?! Why? Did he ask me if I wanted to marry him? Excuse me! I am Samarra Miel O’Harra, a famous drag racing queen. Only Princess of the O’ Harra Clan. A daughter of a multi-billionaire,” Samarra said as she walked down the hallway waiting for the Elevator.

“Fuck!” she muttered as she punched the elevator door. Which appeared to be accompanied by her annoyance because she had been standing for a few minutes.

“Inhale … Exhale … Inhale … Exhale … Think Samarra, and he wants to annoy you. Don’t let him know that you were the loser earlier.” she murmured.

Samarra sighed and massaged her temple while the other hand was on the side of her smaller waist. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. The elevator door opened exactly when her eyes opened. She noticed a lovely woman inside, carrying many paper bags. It’s comfy but has a strong appeal. She smiled at her, so she smiled back.

As she went up the Elevator, she closed her eyes and tried to dismiss what had happened. When the Elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor, she immediately took the private Elevator to Ezekiel’s penthouse on the forty-fifth floor.

She immediately went straight to the room and removed her body coverings when she came out. She let them scatter and walked around the room naked.

She was comfortable because the main door was double-locked when she heard a doorbell on the door.

She thought that maybe Ezekiel was at the door; all she knew was that Ezekiel had owned the key when the door locked it inside. She hurried into the bathroom and pulled out the white bathrobe. She quickly put it on and opened the door.

Samarra’s eyes widened as she looked at the man in front of her; if she was surprised, he was even more so because she had noticed him swallow several times.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Zachary sat for a few minutes after Samarra poured water on him before deciding to get up and leave, but then he had the idea of going to his older brother Zeke’s penthouse. He was aware that Samarra was in the penthouse.

He was trembling as he walked down the corridor. “Samarra, get ready for me right now.”

His fingerprints did not work in Zeke’s room in front of the penthouse.

He sighed and then decided to press the doorbell. He heard a rattling sound, which indicated that Samarra had opened the door. If Samarra’s door closed on him, he immediately blocked one foot.

“What are you doing here?” Samarra inquired, raising her eyebrows as if she were a teacher reprimanding a student.

He looked at Samarra, dressed in a white bathrobe, and was suddenly swallowed. It wasn’t well worn, so he could see her ample bust slightly covered. And he assumed she wasn’t wearing anything in it.

“See this?! I’m wearing wet. Do you think I can leave wearing this?” he asked earnestly, trying to hide his ignorance.

Samarra slammed the door open, speechless. He was the first one inside and went straight into the room.

When he saw the clothes scattered on the floor, he frowned. “This woman is so stupid. What if Zeke came here and saw this?” He shook his head and picked up Samarra’s clothes on the floor.

When he saw a piece of black cloth, his grin broadened. He leaped into the air, revealing black bikini undies with a print on the back.

“At her age, she’s wearing Winnie the Pooh underwear.”

“What are you doing?” He folded the piece of cloth in his palm quickly when he heard a cough from behind him.

His grin widened when he noticed Samarra crossing her arms and leaning against the door with her eyebrows raised. He doesn’t know if she’ll be able to stop him. He smiled as he reflected on his thought.

“I didn’t know underwear wore you like this?”

He slowly raised his two hands in front of Samarra and unfolded his underwear. He felt relieved when he noticed her eyes narrowing and her face turning red.

“How dare you? Hand it over to me!”

Samarra stomped to his stand. Before Samarra could get close to him, he had a silly thought. It’s time for Showtime. He closed his eyes and noticed underwear had removed Samarra’s underwear.

“Oh, what a fucking smell…?” He hung up what he was about to say and observed Samarra’s reaction. Satisfied! That’s how he feels. When he saw Samarra open her mouth, he was as still as a statue.

“Oh, God! It smells like a fucking strawberry.”

He was pleased with what he saw. He didn’t believe it would be easy to irritate Samarra. He noticed Samarra’s face was flushed, and he appeared to be exploding with rage at him.

“Give it to me,” Samarra demanded angrily.

“Oh, finders and keepers. Love.”

As she moved closer to him, Samarra’s feet became heavy. He smiled and raised one hand, preventing Samarra from reaching his grip. As Samarra began to jump, he laughed.

“Give it to me or else!”

It was reassuring to see Samarra stop jumping. Chasing her breath and her gaze pricked him. That is what he wants. Plan completed the mission.

“Otherwise, what?”

There was a creeping sensation in his body. Samarra approached him slowly, a mischievous smile on her lips.

Samarra’s slap had left Zachary’s eyes closed and his cheek almost numb. He hadn’t planned for it. The force of Samarra’s slap barely caused his head to turn.

“Because you haven’t given it to me right away, there you go,” she said, taking the underwear from his grasp.

“I’m sorry,” she pretended to say. But it’s clear from her tone of voice that she’s not sorry.

Samarra turned away from him quickly. As she exited the room, he heard her loud laughter. Damn! Why hadn’t he predicted what it would do? He stroked his chin. He followed Samarra outside, his jaw clenched. He caressed both sides of Samarra’s waist and slung it over his shoulder without saying anything.

“Put me down,” Samarra yelled, slamming his back against the ground.

He had come to a halt in front of the door. When he felt Samarra’s chest pressed against his back, he knew he was in trouble. He could feel his friend’s resurrection even though he was still dressed in his polo shirt.

Fuck!! Not now, Peter.

He threw Samarra onto the bed, causing her bathrobe to sag to the side, exposing her smooth thigh and the top to widen even more.

“Ouch!” Samarra exclaimed as she massaged her buttocks while staring at him and adjusting her clothes.

Zachary’s mind went completely blank. He pulled Samarra’s two legs back, causing her to collapse, and then dashed away.

“What are you going to do?” Samarra inquired, her voice trembling.

“Ohh! Now you’re scared, my wife,” he murmured to Samarra as he tried to reassure his friend downstairs. His self-control was almost non-existent. He could feel the swelling in his friend’s hand. Behave, Peter.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Samarra bit his shoulder, which was why he sniffed around her neck. He inhaled Samarra’s natural scent.

Zachary quickly grabbed and lifted Samarra’s two hands. As a result, Samarra arched her body against him. That increased the ferocity of what was happening to them. Zachary couldn’t stop himself any longer and drew his lip closer to Samarra. She turned her head to the right as if she had guessed what he would do. In his annoyance, he grips Samarra’s hand with one hand while holding Samarra’s chin with the other.

He aggressively kissed Samarra. He didn’t stop until they were out of breath, and he did it violently and forcefully.

Zachary could hear Samarra’s heartbeat as she closed her eyes tightly. They take a deep breath. But Zachary couldn’t be satisfied until then. He quickly kissed Samarra’s lips again as if he wanted to go further. Samarra, to his surprise, let him do what he wanted. She’s not fighting anymore, just closing her eyes. As a result, he gradually released one of his grips on hers.

Samarra’s lips were enticing and addictive, and her scent and breath smelled of sweet strawberry and mint. He kissed Samarra again, this time with admiration.

“Kiss me back, Love,” he said quietly into Samarra’s ear.

Samarra immediately responded in the only way she knew how to further his loss of sanity. They take a deep breath. When he recovered, his lips re-joined and covered Samarra’s lips. His one hand caressed the maiden’s rich breast.

“Ohh… Cadden,” she mutters.

When Zachary heard his name called, it seemed like a signal to him, and his lips gradually descended to her neck while one hand massaged her chest.

“Ohh! Don’t-?! ” Samarra made him come to a halt.

He didn’t want to stop because of those moments, but he didn’t want to force Samarra.

“Please, I want to taste it,” he struggled to say.

When Samarra slightly nods to signal him. His lips immediately kissed her breast using his sinful tongue, sucked it, and licked it like a hungrily baby, his other hand touching every inch of her body down to her mound, perfectly fitting his palm.

“Ohh! Please! Stop!” her pleading voice.

He stopped when he noticed Samarra, whose eyes were closed and tears were streaming down her cheeks. He took a deep breath to calm their nerves, but he was still top into Samarra’s small body as if he could support his weight.

He inhaled Samarra’s neck; they were still gasping for air. He lay down next to Samarra for a few minutes, who quickly moved a long way back against him. He drew Samarra closer and could feel her trembling when he touched her.

Fuck! What did you do, Zachary?

He squeezed Samarra even tighter; she didn’t say anything and spoke with her eyes closed.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly to Samarra as he kissed her cheek. While Zachary wrapped his other arm around Samarra’s waist, he lifted her head to rest his arm. They’d been in that position for a long time when he noticed Samara’s breathing was regular. He looked at Samarra, who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

He gradually shifted his gaze to Samarra. He gently caressed her face and kissed her lips before arranging for her to lie down. He took Samarra’s keycard as soon as he was sure Samarra was sleeping peacefully.