Chapter nine- Shared room.

Zebulunia POV 

I pulled the trigger and the loud crack shattered the silence. One of the men groaned on the ground, holding his shoulder. I had shot him.

I shot someone!

The next second, the other fled into the bushes. I sank into the dirt, shaking uncontrollably. 

Damon lay on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth. My chest tightened in pain. “Damon, stay with me, please.”

He was still unconscious as I pulled him to my laps, my finger felt his rapid,uneven heartbeat.

“Please, hang on,” I whispered, darling 911. “There's been an attack…. My husband is hurt… hurry!” He was my husband and saying it out loud made the fear sting even more.

This is all my fault. 

Before the paramedics arrived, the other man on the floor had sneaked into the bush.

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The winding roads of the city passed by, beautiful but meaningless to me. I sat beside Damon in the moving car, hands tight in my lap, stealing glances at him. His face was calm, unreadable.

After everything that had happened, I expected anger, exhaustion, pain- but nothing. It was as if nothing happened at all.

Occasionally, he glanced at me, a small smile on his lips. My face heated up at the sight. 

I really felt like removing the mask but I can't. 

At the hospital, everything had been chaotic. Sirens, rushing nurses, flashing lights. When the police arrived to question me, Damon stepped out of the ward with the nurses trailing behind him as if they wanted him to go back.

I was surprised he came out already, because we just arrived. One of the nurses said he refused to take the medicines given to him.

“No investigation. No medical check. It's unnecessary,” He said in a low, commanding voice. 

I nodded, uneasy, but somehow I trusted him more than I trusted myself. 

The police stepped aside as he took my hands and we left the hospital. 

The city lights blurred past as we drove. I could not just help but fear about the whole incident that had happened. 

Ethan was really behind this? What more would he do?.

I had shot someone. I saw Damon in blood.

Then…. There it was. His mansion. 

I pressed my lip into my mouth, biting my lower lip. It was stunning. Light shimmered on its walls, the garden looked perfect, and the fountain set rippled of shadow across the driveway. I couldn't believe this was his private home.

I realised Damon was richer than I had imagined. A CEO, yes, but the scale of this wealth…it was incredible. He had promised to explain Ethan being the heir to the Empire not him after we got married. I really can't wait to know the mystery behind it.

The car stopped inside the garage and we both stepped out. “You should have let me open the door for you,” He said with his usual smile. I wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious. 

He led me into the mansion. Silent, yet alive and beautiful. I could say it was more beautiful than his father's estate but was smaller, and personal.

I had never been in such a place before. My parents were wealthy, but this…. This was something else. Most of my life had been spent in a remote place. This felt new, thrilling and intimidating all at once.

“Do you like the place?” He asked but I just kept coming without responding and thank goodness he didn't press more on it.

We  passed doors, halls and staircases, each decorated with care. The step led us to a hallway with a special design path that drew my eyes with its elegance. 

Suddenly, he stepped and opened a brown door to the left.

I swallowed, feeling awe and fear at the same time. The room kind of felt both masculine and feminine, I couldn't explain it but it was beautiful. 

I wanted to take it all in, but I couldn’t stop glancing at him. Was this my room?

The room had a king-Size bed in the center, a door to the left that led to a dressing room, and another beside it that led to the bathroom…..

I was still taking it all in, when he pulled off his shirt in front of me and tossed it onto the couch.

Oh no!.

I stared at the shirt, then slowly looked up. His chest and broad shoulders were bare. I quickly turned my face away and closed my eyes. Not again. Not again. Not now.

But my body did not listen. My heart was beating fast. My skin felt warm. I wanted to move, but it was as my legs were glued to the ground. We were not supposed to share a room. 

I heard footsteps walking towards me. My pulse spiked, I froze.

 Was he walking towards me?

His hand rested gently on my shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine, making my knees weaken.

He slowly turned me to face him. I opened my eyes, and the intensity of his gaze stopped my breath.

I wanted to look away, I needed to resist, yet I couldn't. I was trapped in his stare.

“Where... Where's my room?” I managed to say trying to look composed.

Before I could think further, he pulled me by the waist and my hands went to his chest, feeling the uneven beat of his chest.

“This is our room…. As husband and wife,” He whispered close to my ears sending shivers down my spine

What? I felt goosebumps all around my body. 

I should have objected to what he said, I should have demanded for my room, I wanted to push him away but my voice was gone,this man did strange things to me…I just stared into his sexy eyes. 

My body betrayed me.

“You don't have to wear this when we’re alone,” he mumbled, gently removing my mask, my cheek burned, I felt my pulse quicken.

His eyes changed at the sight of my face as it did last night,  he brushed away the hair on my forehead, then brushed my cheek gently, I felt my knees weaken and my nipples harden inside my silky dress. He did all these with his eyes never leaving mine. 

What is wrong with me!?

“I'm sorry for everyth…” he immediately placed his finger on my lips stopping me from speaking, 

“Don't say” He removed it.

Slowly, his lips moved towards mine….. no!  He's not going to kiss me.