I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra) novel Chapter 97

The weight of him was startling, and his clean, post-shower scent enveloped me. I stared up at his handsome face, so close to mine, and my heart began to hammer in my chest. A phantom pain from our first night together shot through me, a chilling memory that spread through my entire body.

I shoved him off me, hard.

Steven, who had been momentarily stunned, scowled as I pushed him away. His jaw tightened, but for once, he didn’t have a sharp retort. Seizing the opportunity, I snatched my phone and quickly took several pictures of him. I couldn’t win a physical fight. If he got angry and threw me out, I’d have a hard time explaining it to his grandfather. So, he had to be the one to leave.

His gaze turned as sharp as ice. “Delete the photos.”

He lunged for the phone, but I dodged. “Let me sleep on the bed, and I’ll delete them. If these get out, you’re the one who will be embarrassed, not me,” I taunted. “Try to grab it again, and I’ll rip that towel off and get a full-body shot.”

His expression shifted. He glanced down and saw my hand hovering near the edge of his towel. “Zephyra,” he said through gritted teeth, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, “are you threatening me?”

I was past caring. “I told you. You sleep on the floor, and I’ll delete them. Otherwise, I’m sending these to everyone right now. Let them all admire the fine physique of Mr. Lancaster.”

“You’re really asking for it,” he snarled, his patience finally snapping. He pinned my arms with one hand and reached for the phone with the other.

At first, we were just wrestling for the phone. But as we struggled, the nature of the fight began to change. By the time I realized what was happening, he was pressing against me in a very specific way. A hard ridge was digging into my stomach.

The air in the room went still. I froze. Steven froze. He looked down at me, his warm breath fanning across my face. We were impossibly close, the atmosphere thick with a sudden, charged tension. I could feel the rhythm of his breathing quicken, as if he were fighting for control.

The hot water sluiced over me, and I tried to wash away the chaotic thoughts. It wouldn’t happen again. We would be divorced soon. We would go our separate ways and never see each other again.

I hung the sheet over the glass door for privacy and started to undress. I had just lathered up when a sharp, urgent knock came at the door.

“Open the door!” Steven’s voice was rough, and the knocking grew louder, more frantic.

I frowned. “I’m not done. If you need a toilet, there’s one down the hall.”

The knocking didn’t stop. It got worse.