LEAVE

LYDIA

I had barely leaned in close enough to Julian when a familiar voice came from behind me.

“That's enough." The tone was low and warning.

I slowly turned to face the man, and as I thought, it was Ezekiel.

He stood there, his jaw tightened, hands straight at his sides. He glared at me… or Julian, I couldn't tell.

Julian turned to face him. "Ezekiel?”

Ezekiel didn't even look in his direction. His eyes were fixed on me.

"Leave, brother,” he said.

For heaven's sake. I didn't know why he was here. He was only getting in the way of the moment Julian and I were having.

"Hold on, Julian. Don't leave yet,” I pleaded, looking at him.

Ezekiel then stepped between me and Julian and turned to him.

“Your fiancé is drunk. Go and take care of her right now."

He grabbed my wrist, not too tight, but strong enough to give me a heads-up that he was taking me with him.

“Stop!" I hissed. “What's your problem, Ezekiel? What are you doing?"

He didn't respond or glance back at me. He just focused on getting me out of the house first.

I glanced back to see Julian walking to the living room, towards Ava.

Ezekiel brought me to the back of their mansion, his grip now tight.

I snapped, twisting my hand, trying to escape from his grip.

"Let go of my hand!”

He finally dropped my hand and turned to face me.

“What am I doing? What the hell were you about to do with Julian? Weren't you just about to kiss someone who just got engaged today? If I hadn't shown up in time__"

"What? They're not married yet.”

"So, you feel by kissing him, you could get him to be yours again? Pathetic, Lia.”

I exhaled, raking my fingers through my hair. "It's not bad. If I had kissed him just once, it wouldn't have been bad. Quit talking like I was about to make a grave mistake."

He ruffled his hair, trying not to explode. “You're really drunk, so I'll send you home, Lia." His tone was harsh, but filled with concern.

I turned away from him, sighing. “I'm not leaving until I'm done speaking with Julian."

Just as I was about to retreat back in the house, Ezekiel grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him. I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. Before I could catch my breath, he closed the distance between us, and immediately pressed his lips on mine boldly.

I was still trying to process what was happening when he slid one hand around my waist, then his other hand at the back of my head.

He pulled me so close to him that I could feel the hardness of his dick. His tongue was wild inside my mouth, like he was about to devour me any time now.

The moment I felt his hard hand slid up my thigh through the slit cut, my breath hitched. I pushed him away hard, pulling back from him.

“Why did you stop?" He asked, gazing at me. “Isn't that what you wanted from Julian back there?"

I cleaned my lips. “Yes. From Julian, not Julian's brother.

His gaze turned ice cold. “Don't refer to me as Julian's brother. I'm Ezekiel and we're totally different. And… if you don't go home now, I'll assume that you want me to take you back to my place.”

I scoffed. "Julian is not a playboy, for sure,” I mumbled, walking away from him.

He didn't follow behind or pull me back again. He stood there, his eyes on me as I walked away.

His kiss made me feel like I wanted more of it, and I was disappointed. I am supposed to feel that way when Julian kisses me, not him. Yet, it felt… good or I was too drunk to know how it felt.

As I came out to the front yard, I was about to go inside, but quickly stopped myself. Julian would have been making out with Ava by now. Besides, he hadn't come to find me. He clearly didn't want me around him or his home.

Without wasting time, I made my way back to my car. It was best to leave now before Ezekiel found me and took me back to his home. Heaven knows what he'd do to me there.

I reached my car and was about to pull the door handle when a young man approached me. His hair was pulled back, his tuxedo sleek.

“Ms Lydia," he said, his tone soft. “I'm Marcus. The boss told me to send you home. You can't drive around in your current state."

I arched my brows. “Boss? Who's that?"

“Ezekiel."

I exhaled sharply. Of course it was him. Who else would have cared? Julian? I didn't have time to argue with anyone, and he was right. I wasn't in my right state of mind to hold on to a steering wheel at the moment.

I nodded, pulling the handle of the back door and sliding inside.

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I had just forced myself out of the bathroom when I heard the doorbell. I groaned. I had taken a shower because of the nausea I felt earlier this morning. Not to mention the sharp headache and stomach ache I felt too.

This was the third time I had vomited since I returned home last night.

The doorbell rang again, twice. I slid a robe on my body, leaving my hair wet as I strode to the entrance door.

It was probably Tanner because I had texted him to buy me some drugs on his way to my place.

I unlocked the door, and just as I opened it, I froze. Ezekiel stood there, holding a black nylon bag, his long wavy hair tied up in a ponytail.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as his eyes slowly moved down my body.

“Ezekiel? How… did you find me here?”

His eyes moved back to my face, his smirk fading. “I sent someone to drop you off. Don't remember?"

I bit my lower lip, sighing. Of course. Marcus had told him. He stretched his hand, handing me the black nylon bag.

"What's that?”

"Medicine for your headache, stomach ache and nausea.” His tone was calm, unlike his normal tone.

"But how__”

He didn't wait to hear my question. He pushed the door open and entered inside, his steps bold. Wow. Clearly no privacy.

“You're welcome, freckles," he said, dropping the bag on the table in the living room.

I shut the door, turning to face him. “Thank you, Ezekiel. But you need to leave."

His eyes were fixed on me, unwavering. “Don't tell me you're upset about the kiss last night, freckles? Because it wasn't my fault. I was just saving you from being humiliated."

I swallowed, but composed myself. "I barely remember what happened last night. So, just leave.”

He grinned. "Liar.” With that, he slowly walked towards me, locking his eyes with mine. "You remember everything, and I can prove it.”

He pulled me closer his body, and my hand instantly landed on his hard, slightly exposed chest. With a drag, he pulled the rope of my robe and still stared at me like he had done nothing wrong.