Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Every Drop Belongs to Him
~Zayn’s POV~
After the call ended, a thought slipped into my mind. It was only on the first day Evric arrived in Dubai that he reached out for intimacy. Since then... nothing. I knew he was busy, exhausted from work, but still... it felt strange. Evric was never the type to go more than two days without needing me; and now it had already been five days.
I tried not to let the thought weigh on me. Maybe it’s the time difference. Perhaps he’s just too tired. Maybe I’m overthinking. After all, it wasn’t always supposed to be him who initiated things. I was allowed to tell him I needed him too.
With that reminder, I pushed the thought aside, straightened my shoulders, and carried on with work for the rest of the day.
As the day finally ended, I drove home to an empty apartment. Nantam wasn’t around, Dean wasn’t here, tonight, it was just me. Alone.
I glanced at the clock. 10:16 p.m. here... 4:16 a.m. in Dubai. My chest tightened. God, I miss him. The more I thought about Evric, the heavier the ache became, so heavy it turned into need. Desire. Just thinking of him was enough to make me restless, my body humming with want.
But I knew he’d be asleep. One part of me whispered, Call him. Hear his voice. Tell him how much you want him. The other part fought back, no. Don’t disturb him.
I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. Maybe it’s just because I’m alone tonight... Still, I couldn’t deny it, I was burning for him.
I forced myself under the shower, hoping the water would calm me. I wasn’t the type who liked touching myself. It always felt empty, meaningless. When what I craved was him, his voice, his touch, the way he could make even a whisper sound sinful.
So I made a decision, I’d wait. I’d save it all for him. Pulling the sheets close around me, as if they could replace his warmth, I scrolled through my phone.
First came the silly pictures we’d taken together, the ones where I willingly posed, smiling into the camera, and the ones he forced me into with his playful persistence. Then the short clips, videos of us laughing, of him teasing me, even one he had recorded secretly while I was asleep. I found myself chuckling alone in the quiet room, my heart softening with every memory.
But then, my thumb paused. I’d stumbled into another folder... Evric’s nude pictures and videos, the ones he had sent me before. Heat shot back through me instantly, my body reacting as desire stirred again. I swallowed hard, my arousal pressing against me, but I didn’t touch myself. Not tonight.
I locked the screen and set the phone on the nightstand. Every drop of my cum belongs to him, I reminded myself. I’d wait until I could have him in front of me again. If he were busy with work, then I would wait. If a video call wasn’t possible because of the time or his schedule, then I’d hold on until he returned.
Still, a part of me whispered, maybe I should tell him when I get back later tonight, since he said he’d be back early. Or maybe I should just wait until tomorrow, when we’d both finally be free, even with the time difference. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t be working. Tomorrow, I could find a way to steal a moment with him.
With that thought lingering, I drifted into sleep, his name the last whisper on my lips.
The next morning, I woke to a string of texts. Evric had already left for work Evric and Vanya were busy with a shoot. Between updates about what they were doing, he slipped in a quick "I love you." I smiled as I read it, my chest narrowed with warmth. I quickly typed a reply, not expecting an immediate response.
Almost immediately, he replied again, letting me know he’d be back at his hotel early. He added that I should keep him updated whenever I got to my friend’s place and again when I was heading home. Of course, he said he’d keep texting me throughout the day.
I smiled again and typed back, "Okay, Daddy."
With that settled, I stood, stretched, and headed for the shower. Today, I wasn’t going to the restaurant. Nantam’s house awaited, and I wanted to make a proper housewarming gesture.
After showering and dressing, I grabbed my car keys and drove to the store to pick up a few things to take along. I carefully selected each item, thinking about what would feel thoughtful for a new home.
When I got to the counter, I was ready to pay but the cashier stopped me. "Someone already paid for everything you bought," she said.
I blinked, momentarily confused. "Who...?" I asked, glancing around.
"They just left a card," the cashier replied.
I picked it up and looked at it. The name wasn’t written clearly, but I recognized something about it, it had to do with entertainment. My heart skipped a beat.
Why would someone I don’t even know pay for my things?
I collected my packed order and carried it to the car. Just as I was about to get in, a voice called out, "Sir? My boss wants to see you."
I hesitated for a moment. Who could this be? Still, I knew I had to go. After all, someone had already paid for everything I bought, and the person asking to see me was most likely the one behind it. At the very least, I wanted to thank he/she properly.
I followed the man to the car, and when I got there, I froze. The man waiting was Evans Lucas.
I had seen him on TV before, he was a big actor, famous for movies and shows I’d never really followed closely, but recognizing him in person made my stomach twist with surprise. I wasn’t someone who kept up with celebrities, but owning a restaurant meant I had seen a lot of famous faces, either on TV or when they visited. And now, here he was, waiting for me.
For a moment, I just stood there, unsure what to say. Why would Evans Lucas want to see me?