A Beautiful Misunderstanding

She quickly picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around herself. Her face was tomato red. She looked like a deer caught in
the headlights. Zac's eyes lit up almost immediately, looking like a kid whose Christmas present got in early. In the blink of an
eye, he stood in front of her. She was so scared that she completely forgot to run away. Essie bowed her head and stepped
back, wanting nothing more than to keep a safe distance from him.
However, every time she stepped back, he took another step forward. They continued doing this till he had her backed up in a
corner.
"What– what are you doing?" she stuttered out, clutching her bath towel.
Zac's strong arms blocked her from going left and right, locking her beneath him. He leaned in so close that she could almost
hear his heart beating in his chest. "Did you do that on purpose?" he whispered, his breath fanning across her nose. His voice
was hoarse and raspy as if he had just gone days without a cup of water. She inhaled sharply.
"Nonsense. Why would I do that to you?" she said hotly, but she still couldn't help but shrink under his lustful gaze. He raised his
hand and let his fingers brush against her face like a light feather.
She should've just turned, ducked, and ran, but she didn't.
Her stillness gave him another dose of confidence as he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
Soon enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled him closer to her. Essie froze under his grip, not knowing how to
react.
In fact, she was so surprised that she couldn't even move.
He acted like a curious child exploring her own toy as his tongue prodded inside her mouth. She groaned slightly, which aroused
him even more.
It was as if time had frozen around them.
He kept telling himself to stop, but Zac was too enamored by her taste and fragrance that he found himself leaning against her
even more. A few seconds had passed, and he finally, reluctantly, decided to release her.
Zac stared at her affectionately, not even noticing the tenderness in his smoldering gaze. Essie gasped in surprise. She felt as if
she had just been force fed some alcohol given how much of a daze she was in. Finally snapping out of it, she gritted her teeth

and slapped him right on the cheek. "Bastard!"
Half of his face had the imprints of her hand.
She was the first person who had the guts to slap him!
His dark eyes flashed. "I'll show you who the real bastard is," he snarled. Without another word, he lifted her up and carried her
to the bed.
As her back hit the cushions, Essie struggled to sit back up, but his rough hands grabbed her towel and pulled it. The air
wrapped around her naked body as if she was a long lost friend.
"No!" she screamed, clutching the pillow behind her to cover up her body. "If you touch me, I'll tell the police, and I'll sue you for
molestation!"
"You're my wife. No one would care."
Shit!
"Look, I was wrong, okay? I–I'm sorry," she begged. Seeing as he was so fired up from the slap she had just given him, she
decided to ask for mercy. Essie closed her eyes, readying herself for the beating. Tears slid down her cheeks, wetting the
cushion below her.
Zac's heart twitched. He glanced at her plump lips and wet face. All of a sudden, his anger was gone. Instead, it was replaced
with tenderness and guilt.
He took a deep breath and slowly approached her.
When she heard the footsteps, she tightened her grip on the pillow and raised her head, as if preparing herself for the hit.
Zac's lips quivered at the sight. He raised his hand, flicked her gently on the forehead, and walked out without a word.
He decided to let her go for now.
Hearing the retreating footsteps, she opened her eyes and sighed in relief. She was safe.
Zac had gone into the shower. Not bothering to wait for him to come out, she grabbed her bath towel and ran into her room.

For the whole night, she didn't dare fall asleep. Her eyes were fixed at the doorframe. The day before yesterday, when she
accidentally locked the door, Zac easily opened it with his credit card. Seeing as the lock didn't stop him, what would stop him
now?
She glanced around the room and an idea came to her.
Essie jumped off the bed to push the large wardrobe behind the door before pushing the bookshelf to grant some extra support.
Thinking back to Zac's strong muscles, Essie moved the sofa for a third level of protection.
Seeing as she was safe, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Essie just hoped that a disaster wouldn't hit her that night, because
she might have nowhere else to go.