Chapter 160: Chapter 160: A Choice I Refuse to Make
~Evric’s POV~
"Your father is downstairs waiting for you, sir."
I shifted my gaze toward Zayn. His expression was calm, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.
"My father is here," I murmured. "He must have come because I haven’t reported how my trip to Dubai went... and he said he needed me to do something for him."
Zayn reached for my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I’m here," he said softly. "It’s okay, baby. Go attend to him. I’ll be right here waiting for you."
I searched his face, torn between staying and going, but the gentle certainty in his voice steadied me.
I bent down, kissing his forehead. "I’ll be back soon, okay?"
He smiled faintly. "Okay, baby. I’m here."
I rose to my feet, smoothing my shirt as I headed toward the door... Zayn’s voice called out.
"Babe."
I turned. "Yes?"
"Change your clothes," he said.
"Okay, baby," I replied, raising a brow.
He smiled but didn’t let it go. "You didn’t even ask me why I want you to change."
I smirked. "Probably because the nightwear looks squeezed and wrinkled?"
He chuckled, then shook his head. "No."
I tilted my head. "Then why?"
He shook his head, stepping closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Because your nightwear trousers are showing too much... the shape of your dick... and I don’t like anyone else seeing what’s mine."
I burst out laughing, pulling back just enough to see his flustered face. "Why do you have to whisper? It’s just the two of us here."
He turned quickly, shy, and started walking toward the bathroom. I caught up with him, slipping an arm around his waist from behind, pulling him close. "So... you don’t want anyone else to see what you’re taking, right?" I teased.
I could see his smile tugging at his lips, though he refused to turn toward me.
I leaned closer, my voice low and playful. "You don’t want them to see how long and thick the thing that enters you looks, right?"
That made him whip around, cheeks pink, and lightly smacked my chest. "Babe! Do you have to say it out loud?"
I laughed, kissing the top of his head. "Why are you shy? Isn’t it yours?"
He pouted. "I know it’s mine, but still, Evric... have some shame."
"What shame?" I chuckled, catching his hand in mine. In one swift move, I tugged the thin fabric pants down, guiding his hand to wrap around me. "Feel it... It’s yours, baby. Only yours."
"Babe," he whispered, his tone half-scolding, half-flustered. "Your father is waiting downstairs..."
"I know," I murmured, leaning close enough for my lips to brush his. "I just wanted you to feel the weight of what’s yours before I go."
I kissed him softly, lingering, savoring the warmth between us.
He pulled back slightly, shaking his head lightly, flustered. "Babe, you’re already getting hard. Go attend to your father first."
I smirked. "My father can wait, he has no choice. Just use your hand on me and kiss me."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Babe, you know yourself, you don’t release quickly. Don’t keep him waiting. Just go first..."
I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down. "Okay, baby." I paused, then asked softly, "But before I go... can I ask, how do you feel now? About your health?"
A small smile spread across his lips. "I’m better, baby. Better than yesterday."
Relief loosened my chest. I leaned down and kissed his lips. "That’s good to hear."
As he turned to head for the bathroom, I playfully smacked his butt. He yelped, spun around, and retaliated... slapping my butt in return and then flicking his hand against my cock since I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
"Babe," I warned, half-laughing, half-growling, "you’re playing with fire. I could easily tell my dad to wait an extra hour and spend it dealing with you properly."
Zayn’s grin widened, but instead of answering, he darted into the bathroom and locked the door before I could grab him.
I shook my head, chuckling to myself. After pulling on fresh clothes, I finally made my way out of the room.
I was still smiling when I reached the bottom of the stairs, only to find my father staring straight at me. His sharp eyes narrowed.
"What’s so funny? And what took you forever to come downstairs?"
I quickly masked my grin, but a little laugh still slipped out. "I was... busy."
His brows arched. "Busy with what?"
I hesitated, then deflected with a steady tone. "Zayn. I was checking on him."
At that, his sternness eased slightly. "And? How does he feel now?"
I met his eyes, my voice softening. "He feels better this morning. Much better."
My father studied me quietly, as though weighing my every word. "Good. That’s good. But that’s not the only reason I came here this morning."
"Then why?"
"You still haven’t told me how your trip to Dubai went," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I don’t like being left in the dark, son. Especially when I sent you there for a reason."
I straightened in my seat, the light mood I’d carried from Zayn’s room fading completely. "It went well," I said carefully. "But I knew this visit wasn’t only about Dubai. You need me to do something, don’t you?"
Father leaned back, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Yes. There’s something I need from you. And it won’t wait."
His words hung heavy in the room, pressing down on me harder than his gaze.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together as though weighing my reaction. His voice was even, but his words carried a blade.
"I’m here to propose something to you, Evric. I don’t know how you will see it, or take it, but it is something you must accept. Otherwise..." His gaze hardened. "I won’t have a choice but to do what I’ve already planned."
My brows drew together. A threat?
I leaned forward, studying him. "Is what you want me to do... about work?"
He shook his head slowly. "No."
I frowned, my patience thinning. "Then what is it?"
There was silence, heavy enough that I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Finally, he exhaled and said flatly, "I want you to get married."
The word hit me like ice water. I stared at him, unable to hide my disbelief. "Married?" I repeated.
"Yes," he said without flinching.
I leaned back, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. "If you’re trying to separate me from Zayn, Father, then please, don’t bother saying it."
"This won’t separate you," he countered, his tone sharp. "It’s a matter of image. Since you’ll soon be stepping into the public eye, you need a woman by your side. Someone presentable. Someone who won’t cause whispers." He paused before adding, "You and him can still... be together."
The way he said it made my blood boil. "As what?" I shot back. "As some dirty secret? A past night? A side affair I keep hidden like shame?"