Chapter 3 (18+) - Runaway

Zaria suddenly woke up with her head pounding, unsure about where she was. There was a faint light coming from the lamp on the nightstand behind her while everything else was pitch black. She tried opening her eyes more and almost jumped out of bed. “C-Cronous?!” she shouted and tried pushing him away. 

Cronous’ body was against her, his arm wrapped around her waist, and his sleeping face formed a slight smile. He opened his eyes slightly and gazed down at her, who was trapped inside his arms. “Hello, beautiful,” he whispered in a baritone voice, lower than his usual tone. 

Her face flushed as she felt hot at the moment. “Why are you here?” she said before fully pushing him away. He cleared his throat, sat down, and leaned against the headboard. 

“You’re in my room, I should be asking you that,” he said with a smirk. 

Zaria shot up from the bed and tried to look around. He opened the lights with a remote and she finally saw where she was. She stared into nothing, until she finally remembered the events that happened yesterday. She cried her eyes out and fell asleep right away. 

“You still have a fever, but it’s nice to see you so energetic,” he said with a chuckle and she snarled. 

She looked down on her wrists and saw bandages wrapped around it. She sighed heavily and sat at the edge of the bed. “Have some water.” He handed her a glass of water and she didn’t bother looking back at him. 

“So you saw…” she mumbled to herself. 

There was a short pause before she felt him get closer. 

“I– I’m ashamed,” she struggled to say. 

“Nothing was your fault. You don’t need to explain anything,” he muttered. Cronous got closer behind her and hugged her tightly. 

“You must think I’m pathetic,” she said with a scoff. 

“Your parents are fools. So is that son of a bitch.” Just thinking about it makes his blood boil. Zaria placed her hands on his and caressed it. 

She stayed silent for a moment. So many things already happened just because they met each other again. “Do you remember what I told you a year ago after we parted?” He suddenly hushed her and kissed the nape of her neck. 

“I don’t want to remember,” he whispered before kissing her again as his hands travelled upward. Her breathing became ragged as his hand started coming closer to her breasts. The moment his hand reached the bottom of her boobs, she twitched.

“Stop exciting me like that,” he whispered as his face became more red. Zaria, who was being hugged from behind, felt something hard pushing against her back. Her face turned red after realizing what it was. 

His hand wrapped around her boobs and she slightly moaned. Zaria’s eyes widened and covered her mouth. “You like that, baby…?” His whispers are so close to her ears it sent shivers down her spine. 

He put his hand under her bra and his hands squeezed and played with her bare nipples. “A-ah!” she whimpered as he continued playing with her breasts. She breathed heavily as he continued pinching and touching her tits. 

“Good girl.” He groaned as she leaned her head back on his shoulder, now seeing the expression she made. Her eyes slightly closed while her mouth formed shapes leaving out small moans. 

“S-stop…” She seemed hesitant to say. Her moans continued as his hands kept fondling her boobs for a few seconds before he stopped. 

He kissed her forehead and she leaned forward away from him. “I’m still married after all…” her voice trailed. 

“Right.” His voice sounded like a defeated puppy who didn’t get his treat. 

He cleared his throat again before getting out of bed. He checked the time on the clock in his room and smiled. “I’ll make us breakfast. Get some more rest, I’ll call you when it’s ready,” he explained and she nodded. Zaria was too distracted with the massive bulge on his shorts while he was not wearing anything on top. 

Now seeing him clearly, his body looks as good as she remembers. Or yet, even better. “I-I’ll sleep more.” She covered herself in blankets as her face became hot and red. 

Cronous smirked to himself before leaving the room and going downstairs in the kitchen. He started preparing breakfast yet his pants still show his massive bulge that won’t go down. “Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself before pushing open the bathroom door nearest to the kitchen. 

He almost punched the wall in frustration. He grabbed a bottle of lube before whipping his huge hard cock from his boxers. He breathed deeply as he spread the lube from the tip all the way down as he groaned slightly. 

“I fucking missed her,” he whispered to himself as he began to slowly stroke his cock. It was twitching from the unbearable lust he felt, the veins visibly popping. His hand stroked his cock up and down, twisting it around. 

“Ugh… fuck,” he moaned loudly, his mind filled with images of Zaria’s expressions from earlier. 

“Ah–” His strokes became faster and his grip tight. 

“Fuck– Ugh!” He punched the wall in front of him as he continued pleasuring himself. The lube making lewd and loud sounds as he imagined fucking his lost love again, under him, naked and shaking. 

He can’t stop imagining her at his mercy in bed while he did all sorts of sin a man can make. Her tight pussy gripping his big cock, sucking it in. “Fuck, Zaria…” he called out as the bathroom got hotter, his sweat running down his chiselled abs. 

“Ah, yes–” He groaned to himself. 

“Cronous?” Zaria’s voice startled him as he slowed down from pleasuring himself. 

“I just wanted to get more water… Are you okay in there?” she asked and her face only turned him on even more. His pace slowly became faster again. 

“Y-yes, Zaria,” he answered, almost in a moan. His head leaned back as he felt the pleasure consuming him. 

He suddenly heard a glass tip over from outside. He was breathing heavily as he heard her curse. “I’m so sorry! I spilled the water…” She shouted. 

“Ugh…” he muttered as he squeezed himself harder. 

“I’m wet, Cronous…” He sniffed loudly as those words came out of her mouth. 

“I’m wet all over…” She muttered as her voice was now closer to the bathroom door. Cronous could feel his dick become bigger and larger, making lewd noises as he went faster. “Ugh…” he groaned to himself. 

“Cronous…” she whispered. 

“Fuck!” He covered his mouth as a load of hot cum shot out of his dick. He continued stroking himself while cumming, covering his mouth from moaning loudly. His load splattered all over the bathroom toilet. 

He breathed heavily as he cleaned up before opening the bathroom door. There stood Zaria, who was holding the empty cup, and her clothes wet. “A-ah… You spilled water on yourself,” he said with a chuckle. 

“Sorry… My wrist still feels weak,” she apologetically said and he patted her head. 

“You can wear the clothes in my closet,” he said with a smile. He poured her a glass of water and watched as her mouth gulped all of it. “Thank you…” she smiled before going back to his room. 

He let out a loud sigh as his hands ran across his hair. 

After cooking breakfast, he brought the plate of pancakes and bacon to the bedroom. He walked over on the bed and saw her sleeping soundly. He placed down the food on the side table and left the room quietly. 

“Sebastian,” he called out and the secretary who greeted Zaria appeared right away. 

“Mr. Akurst will be in the company meeting later with the business partner,” he reported and Cronous nodded. 

“Bring me my suit and tie. I’ll leave in thirty minutes,” he commanded as he got ready to leave. Cronous decided to leave a letter for Zaria to find once she wakes up from her sleep. 

After leaving his residence, he couldn’t help but look back. Longing to spend more time with her, he really wants the day to be over. 

He reached the company and immediately ran into Clyde who was with the business partners they were negotiating with. “Good morning, Mr. Fauler,” Clyde hesitantly greeted out of formality. 

“The meeting shall be held on the eighteenth floor.” Cronous’ announcement overshadowed his greeting. Ignored like it was unimportant. 

Clyde gritted his teeth but held back. 

As the meeting begins, Clyde is noticeably agitated and fidgets a lot in his seat. He seems to be losing focus on what the meeting even is about. “I’d like to know what Mr. Akurst think about this project,” Cronous interrupted the speaker. All heads turn towards Clyde. 

He snapped back to the meeting. There was a long pause and once he tried to talk, he was shut down. “How can I take this meeting seriously when he can’t even focus?” Cronous raised an eyebrow while staring him down. 

No one dared to answer. 

“A fifteen minute break,” he announced. 

Each of them stood up and left one by one. Instead of leaving, Cronous cornered Clyde who was also trying to get something to eat. “What is it, Mr. Fauler?” he asked with a fake smile and formal tone. 

“You seem awfully distracted. I wonder why?” Cronous sound like he is teasing him yet it was awfully not nice. 

“Your wife, perhaps?” he added. He saw how Clyde’s jaw tightened for a moment before releasing the tension. He smiled yet again and shook his head. 

“I apologize, Mr. Fauler. I do not discuss personal matters at work,” he answered, shutting down the conversation. 

Cronous smirked and stepped closer to the man. “Watch yourself,” he whispered in a low threatening tone before stepping aside to let him out of the meeting room. Clyde couldn’t help but close his eyes in frustration, trying to stay calm. 

“He doesn’t even know where his wife is yet he pretends to be calm,” he muttered with a scoff. He sat back down at his chair and raised his feet on the table. 

“You’re playing right into my hands,” he said as he watched Clyde walking through the glass walls of the meeting room.