ISLA
I don’t know what to feel at this moment. Zero is with me but he never dared to kiss me or at least tease me—tempt me to pleasure him.
“Zero…” I called his name. He was sitting in the living room and was holding his phone. What I’ve observed is that he’s been on his phone ever since he sat in there. It seems like he’s chatting with someone that he can’t even put down.
It’s hurt that I assumed that he will at least have this moment to get through to me since I never saw him for days again. But it’s not.
I sat on the one-seater sofa across from him and grabbed the throw pillow, resting it on my lap. “How’s work? Seems like you have a busy schedule,” I asked, trying to catch some information.
Zero didn’t speak and stared at me. I arched my brow. Zero broke the gaze and he took a dee
