Desire Sister Stepdaughter

CHAPTER 35 - Not That Strong (Zoya)

"Room 202?"

"Hm, hurry yeah ... Urgent said."

"Can the average be?" zoya asked a little tired, this is an actual rejection attempt.

"No, it must be you, Zoya."

Really this is actually tiring, after this afternoon the hotel guests asked to do this and this time back again Zoya made ketar-ketir. Worried that their request was even worse than the previous guest, for God's sake Zoya could not bear it if it had to be, he thought.

There's no quick home for a Zoya, because it's always like this. Even more annoying, guests in this room only ask for him and should not be replaced by other employees. All right, let's just say the demands of the profession and this kind of thing is his responsibility.

Arriving at the room, Zoya does what she usually does. Greet first and ask what the man wants, but it's been more than fifteen minutes Zoya let him talk to himself until Zoya thinks the guest this time might be deaf.

"Excuse me, sir."

Capitalizing on courage, though a little worried the man was angry Zoya patted him on the shoulder slowly and unexpectedly in the same minute the man turned his head towards him. "Yes, God."

Zoya's chest heated up, her breathing seemed tight and the woman's eyes were perfectly rounded when their gazes met. Things like this reminded him of what happened a few years ago, when he was late to come home and Zayyan would wait for him in the room.

A few seconds the gaze of the two locked, with longing shackling him long ago Zoya was eager to roar right now.

"Ka_"

"Can you please prepare the warm water?I can't."

Zayyan flatly said, deliberately cutting off the woman's conversation and wanting to see Zoya's reaction. She smiled thinly until completely invisible there, Zayyan looked carefully at Zoya's appearance from top to bottom while covering her chest.

"Azoya Roseva .. Your name is like my wife."

Zoya clenched her hands and now lowered her head deeply. Zayyan did nothing but somehow his eyes suddenly got hot and oxygen in this room as if it wasn't enough for him.

"Ah not like it, there do your job .. I have to take a shower afterwards." Zayyan spoke so closely, even his breath felt warm sweeping across Zoya's ayu face.

Believing in disbelief, this is Zoya's first time as if unable to move her legs. So heavy as if his body was frozen with this unexpected encounter, "I-iya, wait a minute."

To hell with Zoya's life, even if she has another man or something Zayyan doesn't care about. All he wants is his wife back, under any circumstances. Not a minute waiting, Zayyan followed Zoya's steps until the woman grew more nervous when watched by the man.

"It ... You can take a shower after I get out," Zoya said as if mentally fighting and she did not dare to look Zayyan in the eye at all.

"Ah so? Can you open my shirt? My hand hurt from yesterday's injury," Zayyan's pinta grew strange and made Zoya start to feel this man was working on her, which hotel guest asked to be opened other than her.

It's just that Zayyan's reason for saying that if he was injured made Zoya obey just like that and slowly approached Zayyan. The first time after two years he did this, but why since then Zayyan was still that strong pretending as if Zoya was really not his wife.

Slowly he opened Zayyan's shirt, a tattoo on the chest that often makes Zoya surprised when he woke up was now again clearly plastered in front of him. She wanted to cry, desperately yearning to complain in the chest of that field.

"Already," said Zoya still trying to undergo this pretense and wait for Zayyan to embrace his body.

"How pants? I couldn't because it hurt so much" Zayyan added, and it was a success to get Zoya to her knees with a hand that actually held Zayyan's zipper. Want to get to when Zayyan treated him like this while his mind has been sick since.

She lowered her head, Zoya was that weak if she was faced with her husband directly. His sobs began to be heard filling the room, already so Zoya's character was whiny in front of the brother.

Zayyan looked at him from above, the man grabbed his fingers and asked Zoya to stand up. "Stand up, I won't force it if you don't want to" he said, still playing as if he were a regular guest.

"Why crying? I haven't even done anything to you."

Hearing Zayyan's words, instead of stopping Zoya from crying until she was unable to pretend for too long. Fuck Zayyan didn't want her, Zoya burst into Zayyan's arms and hid her face in the chest of the husband's field. Zayyan had thought that Zoya should be forced to return to him, but now the reality is different and Zoya is unable to resist the longing for him.

"Bad kid, why'd you run this far?"

Zoya said nothing, she just shook her head to find out what it meant in Zayyan's arms. He was still sobbing, until he slowly looked up at Zayyan who had been staring at him since then as well.

"You've made Brother angry, Zoya .. What punishment do you deserve that you dare not go home all this time? Hm?" zayyan asked so gently as she wiped away the tears of her wife.

Eager to get angry, even from the beginning he knew the whereabouts of Zoya already wanted Zayyan to drag and make her deterred. However, seeing Zoya who is now crying in his arms, just wanting to pinch him she did not have the heart.

- To Be Continue -