Zack was simply looking at Nancy's body. He was totally naked when he was walking to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and simply looked back at the things he have done last night.
He was drinking some tequilla and brandy when he called Nancy over the cellphone. He was afraid to lose her in a snap of fingers. He was determined for her love. He would do everything to get her and love her always.
"Hello, Nancy. I'll wait for you at the Libsy Bar." He put down his cellphone on the table and the bartender looked at him, smirking. He was looking at him with pity because Zack was crying and looked tired.
Nancy was on her way to the Libsy bar. She was wearing her purple tank top matched with her tattered high-waisted pants. She wore her white rubber shoes and a light make up to emphasize her eyes and cheeks.
Her heart was pounding when she saw Zack alone at the corner of the counter. He was wearing a black jacket and his face was full of sweat. A woman wearing a short dress moved forward at him.
"Hi, man of my dreams." She moved closer to his ears.
Zack looked at a desperate woman who was looking for a night. To her frustration, she gave him a smack kiss on his lips. He just stood up and walked away from her but she refused. She was holding his hand and there he saw Nancy standing at the main door.
He pulled back his wrist and walked to Nancy. He hugged her tight and watched her lips move as they parted. She bit her lower lip and then, he kissed her.
"I miss you, Nancy." He was dead serious to her. They parted their lips and guided her to his car. Nancy stopped walking when he opened the door for her.
"No, I won't hop in." Nancy was struggling about his hands hodling her arms. "Please, no. I don't want you anymore."
Zack's desire was too aggressive like he wanted to burst. He carried her on his shoulder and put her sitting there in the car. Nancy was panicking on her seat.
"Zack, you're drunk. Please, I'm becoming afraid of you." She was trying to open the door but it was locked. She tried slapping his arms and there, she accidentally slapped his neck. His face fell down on the steering wheel. She was trying to move his body to open the door.
When she got out of the car, she remembered him. Her hunches were making her mind burst. She got back and moved his body next to the driver's seat. She drove his car to his mansion and there, she relaxed herself for a moment in the living room while he was laid on the floor.
She chuckled softly and looked at his body. "You're a fool." She decided to leave him there to punish him but he held her left leg that made her scream. "What're you doing?"
He slightly pushed her to the floor and kissed her lips. She was avoiding his lips and his hands but he was too strong to struggle. She couldn't breathe clearly and she was uncomfortable with his touch. Her tearsrolled down on her cheeks as he was kissing her lips while her hands were pinned above her head. She have done nothing to herself.
She felt like a broken master piece. She was silently sobbing and crying.
"Stop this, Zack. I'm tired of you." She was desperate on partung ways with him. He was too abusive when it comes to this thing.
Zack came back to his senses when he heard her yawn. At that time, he have finished his bath and wiped his chest with a white towel. He walked near the door and peeked about what she was doing. She was standing at the window and covered her body with the quilt.
He was observing her from afar.