I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

Zachary impatiently got up from his seat and walked around the living room. He had been waiting for Samarra, but until now, it had not come out of the room. This woman is exhausting his patience. Since his family left in a rage, it was as if he would be eaten alive by his extreme annoyance.

He glanced at his watch and waited for almost two hours, so he entered the room. He was shocked because Samarra didn’t seem to come out of the bathroom yet.

“Samarra! Hurry up!” Zachary knocked on the door.

“Hurry up! We still have a lot to do,” he said irritably. But Samarra seemed to have a plan to sleep in the bathroom.

“Samarra! Open the fucking door, or I will destroy it,” he threatened Samarra.

He heard the lock crack, so he stood up straight and frowned.

“You take so long?” he asked.

But Samarra has not seen the shock or any reaction on her face, just plain and blank. He sighed and raked his hair. Damn! I hate her, he murmured.

Samarra’s eyebrows rose. “Excuse me. You said we need to hurry. So, you better get out of my way,” she walked and bumped his shoulder.

He let out a sigh and tried to calm down, followed Samarra’s gaze as if unable to decide what to wear.

“Samarra, I said hurry up!” he couldn’t hide his annoyance with Samarra.

She just glared at him and, for a moment, was stunned.

He could not read what she was thinking and shook before turning her attention to what she was doing.

He looked at Samarra with a frown, so he helped her find something to wear, but Samarra returned it every time he took a dress. He was losing patience with what he was asking for.

“I said. Make it fast,” Zachary said.

Samarra glared at him and shrugged as if nothing had happened.

He had not seen her bathing earlier, which took two hours. But now it seems like they are just shopping for clothes. It will take them the night because of Samarra’s slow action.

He took a beige maxi dress and gave it to Samarra, but she didn’t.

“I’ve been waiting for you for more than two hours, and I can’t wait.” Annoyed, he grabbed Samarra by the arm and looked straight into her eyes as if he couldn’t see the panic.

“Now, when you don’t wear that yet. We’re leaving with those clothes.” He was referring to the bathrobe.

He looked at her carefully, so he made his face even more severe, hoping that she would notice that he wasn’t joking, and immediately snatched the dress.

“You won’t be going anywhere. Dress up, or I’ll dress you up.” Zachary spoke in a solemn tone.

Samarra’s eyes widened as if unable to believe what he was commanding. “Are you nuts!”

“I’m not going to dress up here. Never in a million years.” She even shook him.

He smiled at what he heard from Samarra. Million years?

He shrugged. “Okay! I’m willing to dress you up.”

He had no choice but to dress Samarra. He quickly pulled the tie of Samarra’s bathrobe. So, her body was exposed in front of him. He was stunned and swallowed because Samarra had nothing to cover.

Samarra looked up at him and blushed with anger. He hadn’t prepared to lift her leg and guessed his stomach was her target too late. Samarra kicked him in the stomach.

“Pervert! Asshole!” she cried before running into the bathroom.

No self-walking as he deals with the pain in his stomach. He sat up in bed and rubbed his belly. He seemed to be out of breath with Samarra’s kick.

When he heard the door open, Zachary was forced to act as if nothing had happened and stand up straight even though, in reality, he was still writhing in pain. He couldn’t show Samarra he was taking the pain to laugh at him.

He looked at her badly.

“What?” Samarra innocently asked him as if she’s nothing to do with him.

He walked over to Samarra and pulled her closer to him. It closed its eyes and held its breath.

“The next time you do that. I will give you the sweetest punishment.” Zachary deliberately licked Samarra’s ear.

He could see Samarra stunned and stiffed.

He smiled as Samarra swallowed and turned her gaze, making himself severe.

He ran his index finger over Samarra’s chest, which she inhaled. “I’ll miss it now.”

He quickly folded their hand and pulled it towards the private elevator when he heard no response and bucking from Samarra.

While in the elevator, he looked at Samarra in consolation as her eyebrows drew a line, and she could not hide the annoyance on her face. He already knew how to make Samarra obey and calm him down. He couldn’t help but smile at what was happening.

“Love… Come closer.”

She shrank as he grabbed her arm. “What?” Samarra asked disgustedly.

He grinned and pressed it to her waist. “Your boobs are bigger than I thought,” he whispered.

It was appropriate to put her palm on his face, but it just hung in the air as she realized when she noticed Zachary’s grin.

“Oh, why don’t you continue,” he asked sarcastically.

Samarra took a deep breath and traced the annoyance on her face. “What do you want?” Samarra asked weakly but with emphasis.

He shrugged, and there was no honest answer. What does he want? He has been bothering Samarra since last night. He could not understand why he was seeking her presence. He always tried to see her, and that annoyed her. He finds a woman who finds it hard to guess her next move. Samarra is the only woman who can grab his attention and change the mood he has.

They remained quiet until they got into the car, with no conversation. He couldn’t figure out what Samarra’s attitude was. The expression on her face was blank as she looked outside.

When they arrived at Lucille’s Wedding boutique, owned by his Aunt Lucille, near Zafaria Mall, Samarra immediately walked alone.

Zachary angrily ran to Samarra and violently grabbed her arm.

“I’m warning you, Samarra. Don’t be stubborn,” he whispered and licked her earlobe.

“Show your most innocent and sweet smile, Samarra.”

As soon as she and Zachary entered the boutique, she was immediately greeted by a beautiful woman, probably Mommy Lorraine’s sister, because they had a lot in common.

“You must be Samarra?” Aunt Lucille smiled after she hugged her.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Samarra winced when she felt Zachary’s slight squeeze on her side. She forced a smile and then nodded in front of Aunt Lucille.

“Yes, good morning,” She greeted with a smile.