I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

“Son, don’t share a room with Samarra,” Daddy Calvin reminded him as he walked out of the living room.

Leticia and Gerald left after being chastised by Daddy Calvin for impersonating a doctor and a nurse, as Samarra had been pranked because Zachary had requested them.

“Where are you going, love?” Zachary inquired, his gaze fixed on Samarra, who rose from her seat.

“Don’t talk to me, Cadden,” Samarra said earnestly, without even looking at him, giving him a strange nervous feeling.

He knew he had gone too far earlier, but what could he do? He was still jealous of what he had seen earlier. Even though Samarra claims to love him, he cannot deny that she initially preferred his brother Zeke over him.

“I’m sorry for being jealous.”

Zachary bowed his head as he admitted. Samarra turned around, her face showing shock and love as she looked at her husband.

“You don’t have to be envious, Cadden; you realize you’re the only one, don’t you?” Samarra spoke softly and gently touched both cheeks, which he swallowed forcefully.

If Zachary hadn’t been afraid of Samarra’s Daddy, he might have kissed her because her lips had tempted him.

“Let’s sleep, love,” he requested Samarra to stop thinking about the outside world.

He lifted Samarra as he suppressed a smile upon observing her close her eyes and place her hand on his neck.

When they entered the room, Zachary gently placed Samarra on the bed. He looked at her as if he had memorized every feature of Samarra’s face.

“Get some sleep,” Zachary said as Samarra nodded.

Samarra grabbed Zachary’s collar and kissed his lips before he could leave. When Samarra deliberately bit his lower lip in response to her kiss, his eyes widened. Zachary let go of all restraint and returned the kiss right away. He kissed her as hard as he could.

If Zachary’s phone hadn’t rung, Samarra’s lips would not have parted.

“Damn! Wife, you weaken my knees.”

As he stood up, he grabbed his cell phone from his pocket to see who was bothering him.

When he noticed Samarra’s eyes were questioning, he said, “Enzo,” and showed her his cellphone caller.

“Get some sleep. I’m leaving. Perhaps your Daddy will see us,” he said before motioning for her to leave the room, to which she nodded.

“Bro,” he said over the phone as he opened the door to his room opposite Samarra.

“Where are you, bro?”

“Villa,” he said briefly before entering the room. He went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Wow! Who’s with you?”

“Fuck! You called to ask a question like that, bro?” He enraged asked of Enzo.

Enzo has a dirty mind and believes he has always had a woman.

“Bro, I need your help?”

He immediately frowned and wondered if he had heard correctly.

“What? Are you seeking assistance?”

“I need to find George,” Enzo said softly but solemnly. He didn’t make fun of Enzo even if he wanted to.

“OK, I’ll call our PI to handle your case,” he said before hanging up the phone.

He couldn’t ask any more questions because he knew Enzo was carrying something heavy in his heart.

As Enzo vanished from the other line, Zachary stripped naked and went to the shower to freshen up. He immediately wrapped the towel hanging on the side around his waist after taking a shower. He changed into his boxers and dried his hair before going to bed.

Zachary has no idea how many hours he’s been closing his eyes and tossing and turning in his bed; he’s almost turned the bed around, but he can’t get into a comfortable sleeping position. He washed his face and decided to leave the room, irritated. He isn’t used to sleeping without Samarra by his side.

He exited the room and knocked on Samarra’s door, but no one answered, so he went downstairs and to the kitchen to get a beer. His peripheral vision caught a white cloth before entering the kitchen. He should have just shrugged when he saw the open glass door to the infinity pool. Despite his nerves, his curiosity grew, so he went to the infinity pool.

When Zachary got out of the infinity pool and didn’t catch anything, he frowned. He let out a sigh as he shook his head.

Damn! What are you thinking, Zachary? He thought to himself before returning to the villa.

He hadn’t even gone inside when someone grabbed his arm, and he would have screamed if he hadn’t managed to cover his mouth.

“Shh…” she reprimanded as he turned around. When he felt Samarra’s chest cling to his arm, he flinched.

“What are you wearing?” he demanded as Samarra moved in front of him.

He swallowed like that when admiring Samarra’s nightgown, which exposed her smooth thigh due to its short length. He thanked her for covering her in a white satin robe that reached her feet.

“Perhaps you came out because you thought another girl was here?” Samarra sneered that he wanted to be happy because she was cute.

“Of course not; I came here thinking you were a white lady,” he said, not wanting Samarra to think badly of him, and he had never been a womanizer.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“So, what brings you here?”

He smirked because the tone of Samarra’s voice indicated that she doubted him.

“Because I can’t sleep because I’m not next to you, and then I knocked on you, but no one answered because you’re here,” he explained as he hugged Samarra.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I went downstairs for some fresh air,” Samarra smiled.

“We can sleep here,” he said as he lifted Samarra’s face and looked her over before nodding.

“I’ll get some blankets and pillows,” he said, hugging Samarra tightly before entering the room.

Mohammed must come to the hill if the mountain does not come to Mohammed, hurrying out of the room with the pillows and two comforters he and Samarra would use.

If Daddy Frost finds him and Samarra sleeping together, he may become upset. However, Daddy Frost stated they should not be together in the same room. They are not sleeping in the same room; they are sleeping elsewhere. So, that is an exception.

When he arrived at the infinity pool, he noticed Samarra setting up a long bench to make a bed for them.

“Are you sure you want this? If Daddy Frost saw us, he might become angry,” he said while fixing the two benches Samarra had put together.

“Don’t mind my father,” Samarra replied as he swallowed and agreed with Samarra. They will never do anything wrong. They only want to sleep together.

He placed a thicker comforter on top of the pillows he had brought, a comforter that would serve as their blanket.

When he and Samarra were lying down, they looked at each other and smiled.

“Finally, you’re back in my arms,” he said, wrapping his arm around Samarra’s waist.

Samarra embraced him right away.

“I love you, hubby,” Samarra said, brightening his face. Samarra was always making him happy.

“I love you more, wife,” he said, kissing her forehead before hugging Samarra; even ants backed away. Zachary thought it was his best night yet.