The Unwanted son-in-law

Chapter 9: Tensions

Ethan’s POV

By the time I get to my room, my body is aching.

I tossed my tie onto a chair before unbuttoning my shirt. Today was hell. Meeting after meeting, signing contracts, shutting down greedy businessmen who thought they could outplay me, it was exhausting.

And Zara?

She wasn’t helping.

That little stunt she pulled downstairs.. trailing her finger down my chest, taunting me, yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing.

I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Forget it.”

Right now, I need a shower.

The hot water pounds against my skin, loosening the tension in my shoulders.

I close my eyes, letting the warmth seep in.

For a moment, it’s just silence.

No business deals.

No sarcastic comments from Zara.

Just me and the water.

But then…..

Knock. Knock.

I frown.

Seriously?

"Who is it?" I call out, irritation already creeping into my voice.

Silence.

I wait a beat. Nothing.

Sighing, I turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Steam swirls around me as I step out of the bathroom, running a hand through my damp hair.

And then. I saw

Zara.

Standing there in one of my shirts.

My breath catches for a second before I mask it with indifference.

The oversized fabric barely covers her thighs, and her long, damp hair sticks to her skin. She looks almost vulnerable, but the glint in her eyes tells a different story. Her arms are crossed, her expression unreadable.

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

She shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Not my problem.”

She smirks. “You sound irritated.”

I step closer, water still dripping from my hair. “That’s because I am.”

She doesn’t back away.

Instead, her gaze flickers to my chest, trailing over the droplets sliding down my skin.

I smirk. “See something you like?”

Her eyes snap back up. “No.”

Liar.

I lean against the doorframe, tilting my head. “Then why are you staring?”

She scoffs. “Maybe I’m just amazed by how full of yourself you are.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Sure, Princess. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

She glares at the nickname. “Don’t call me that.”

I push off the doorframe, stepping closer. “Why not?”

“Because I hate it.”

I smirk. “No, you don’t.”

She swallows hard but doesn’t move.

Her breath hitches.

Her eyes flicker to my lips before darting away…like she’s fighting something. Fighting to kiss me.

And damn, I like it.

I reach out, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, my fingers barely grazing her skin. She shivers.

“Tell me, Princess,” I murmur, my voice low. “Are you jealous?”

Her eyes widen. “Of what?”

I smirk. “The maid.”

She stiffens.

I chuckle, releasing her wrist. “Thought so.”

Her glare sharpens. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re in denial.”

She huffs, turning to leave, but I catch her again, this time by the waist.

She gasps.

My grip is firm, my fingers resting just above her hips. Her breath shudders as she glances up at me, her lips slightly parted.

“What’s wrong?” I murmur, my voice teasing. “You’re usually better at hiding your emotions.”

Her cheeks flush. “I-I’m not…”

I lower my head, brushing my lips near her ear. “Not what?”

She trembles slightly, her body betraying her.

EROTIC PART

Ie took control, my hands gripping the back of her neck as I devoured her neck.

She moaned as my hands roamed down her sides, pulling me onto her lap. Heat coiled low in my stomach as I rocked against her, feeling the hard evidence of her desire pressing against me.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ethan,” she muttered.

I smirked. “Maybe I like danger princess.”

My hands slid under the short t-shirt,my fingers tracing up her thighs before gripping them tightly. Without warning, I stood, lifting her effortlessly as I gasped and she clung to my shoulders.

ZARA pov

I barely had time to register the movement before my back hit the cold wall of his bathroom. He pressed against me, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I might have bruises tomorrow.

I didn’t care.

I arched against him, desperate for more, my hands fumbling with his abs. He growled when I raked my nails down his chest.

His gaze darkened as he took me in, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before gripping my ass and lifting me again. I gasped as he carried me to the bed, tossing me onto the sheets before climbing over me.

For a second, I swear I was about to give in.

Then…

The door swings open.

Chris walks in, not again 

Can this guy just stop being a joy killer.

And just like that, the moment shatters.

Why do I like this moment, damn…

END OF EROTIC 

Chris freezes in the doorway, his eyes flickering between me and Ethan. His brows raise slightly, like he’s putting two and two together.

I quickly jerks away from him, my face turning a shade of red I’ve never seen before. “It’s not what it looks like,” I blurts out.

Chris folds his arms. “Oh? Because it looks like Ethan was about to…”

“Shut up,” I snaps, shooting him a glare.

Ethan chuckle, grabbing the towel that’s slipping from his waist. “Relax, Princess. No need to get so defensive he said smirking devilishly.”

I whirls around to him, my eyes blazing. “I told you not to call me that.”

Chris watches the exchange with mild anger. “Wow. The sexual tension in here is real thick zara.”

I groans. “Chris, I swear….”

Chris raises his hands. “Alright, alright. I was just coming to tell you both that the meeting for tomorrow has been moved to 8 a.m.” His eyes flicker toward me. “So maybe try to get some sleep instead of… whatever this is.”

I smirk. “Worried about me, Chris?” Ethan asked with a muggish grin on his face.

He rolls his eyes. “More like worried about Zara murdering you in your sleep, he replied already getting annoyed.”

Ethan exhales sharply, running his hand through his hair. “I’m leaving, I cutly interrupted the tension.”

I spins on my heels and storms toward the door, but Chris stops

her. “Wait.”

I groans. “What now?”

Chris leans against the wall, watching her carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Or was he trying to force it.

Ok now this is it, Ethan cutly interrupted.