Eight

Chapter 8

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I opened the door gently and tiptoed outside. I was damn hungry. I didn't want to wake those damn sensitive supranational because I'd learned they had heightened hearing and nose.

Where is the way to the kitchen? I thought, then groaned when I realized I didn't know anywhere in this enormous mansion. As I turned to go back to my room, I collided with a strong wall. I meant a freaking soft yet hard wall, but there wasn't any wall here when I was going. I raised my head dumbfounded and saw half-naked Zaccheus smirking at me while I squealed, covering my face.

My face would have been crimson red. I peeked through my fingers and stared at his well-divined abs. I shivered in delight, but when I returned my gaze to him, he was smirking knowingly that I was checking him out.

Holy Mother of Santa!

I was embarrassed.

"It's okay; you can check as you want," he smiled softly at me, 'it is all yours." I grinned like a fool back at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking in