Zack’s POV
It's a trap.
To stare at her sexiness, drool with every purposely seductive step she takes… Imagine vile things I can do with her… f**k that, do to her.
I know it's a trap, but like a fool, I helplessly fall into it, now needing saving from the same person who trapped me.
“Sir, your water.” A male voice calls me from behind. The hint of the tray and glasses comes into view.
I slightly turn to see the male servant I asked for a glass of distilled water. He forces a smile and stretches out the tray with the glass, in a ‘here’s your water’ attitude.
“Not interested,” I sigh softly and look ahead, finding the figure that interests me.
She’s having a little talk with the couple, but it turns out Alistair isn't so interested. He restlessly shifts on his feet and leans in to w
