Chapter # 13

Before the blast, Zariah and Nathaniel were greedily fulfilling their lost passion. They were sharing a pleasurable moment, bodies linked together. "Aren't you getting late?" Laughing huskily, she placed her hand in between which he removed instantly. "Fuck that," He growled before capturing her lips in his hungrily. He had aching for her for a long time, control was slipping through the crack. He needed her- badly. But during their burning moment, his phone rang, having a different ringtone that alarmed him. Growling at the call, he pulled away breathlessly, brown hairs scattering on his forehead. Not bothering to wear a shirt as he grabbed his phone from the side table with a frown. "Just a sec, Zari," "Wow, not moving for work but for that damn phone," She smirked. "Hmm. What?" She was placing her foot over his bare chest causing him to grab her ankle and not test his barely existing patience by her teasing. And she had also thought about no man but him. She had no forbearance left in her, well, at least not anymore. "Fine," Groaning, he grabbed his phone, getting out of the bed. He took a file from the cabinet, threw it at Zariah who was perplexed. "What's that?" "Hold it," He ordered. He gripped her ankle abruptly, sliding her to him. She gasped at the action but he didn't react and threw her over his shoulder. "What do you- Ah, what are you doing?!" She blushed when in his shirt and her underwear, he threw her and ran out of the apartment. "Well, it seems like we are in for an adventure," He smirked devilishly. Running down the hallway, earning strange stares from everyone. "N-Nathaniel," "We will continue our important business later," Not used to displaying intimacy in public, Zariah was extremely abashed when people stared at them with gaped mouths. Not caring about anything, he was running down with thundering speed. Evoking mixed emotions of bafflement, distress and shyness from Zariah. "N-Nathaniel, p-put me d-down," She whispered from embarrassment, shivering when their bare bodies collided. He was not wearing a shirt too, giving her nothing to hold onto for support while he ran as if he was kidnapping her. "I will in," Revealing an impish hint, he ran down the stairs, rushing down hastily, passing through floors after floors. "5," "Why take the stairs?" "Shh, 4, 3," "Fuck, we can't make it, hold me tightly, do not let go, Darling," Cursing, he saw they were almost there. They were at the fifth floor, reaching down seemed no longer possible on time. Taking a deep breath, he shifted Zariah to a bridal style and ran, leading towards a specific place and jumped out of it. "What- WHAT!?" Zariah screamed, hiding her face in his chest while gripping onto him rigidly when they jumped out of the window without a warning. "Asshole!!" She yelled, trepid when he was not telling her anything and took her out. They fell on a bouncy place, someone had already placed it for their safety. "Fuck, go, go," They barely managed to save themselves, going to the empty plot nearby, not too far from the building. And Zariah was back to his shoulders again. The instant they got away from the apartment, the blast occurred, smearing the exquisite and luxurious building into dust in a moment. Zariah blinked, the floors fell before her eyes. It was nothing new for their business but the way he managed to shelter them did astounded her Taking a moment to regain her senses, she placed her hand over his neck and turned to Nathaniel who was frowning. "... And you escaped death again," He spoke proudly, "Like always, Zari. People can try but could never defeat me," Exhaling in disappointment, rubbing his shoulder with his free hand, making his ripped body visible. 'God, he looks so fucking desirable like this,' Zariah thought, observing his hot body, knowing it was not a time or situation to compliment him. "God, I spent too much on that building. Gracie, dear, can you tell me the estimated loss?" He asked an old lady who got them away politely. "200 Millions Dollars," "Fuck," He growled but then Mark came hastily to check up on him only to find his boss half naked and his woman in his shirt. "Boss- What the- wow," He paused, almost admiring but Nathaniel glared. "Shut up," Blushing at the scene, she spoke in a barely audible tone, curling her toes in distress. She was not used to this. "Can you put me down now?" She almost pleaded with him, becoming uncomfortable but he didn't bother reacting. "No, I like you this way for the time being," He smirked, giving her a spank, earning mad blush from her. Zariah, who had never touched another man apart from Nathaniel and only in private, was embarrassed when he did it out of the blue. "Mark," "Yes, Boss," "Deal with this mess, cover it up. Don't let Zoran's name get out, blame it on Zaviyaar or something, okay?" He ordered. Motioning to all of his people to clear the sight and go away before they get noticed and leave the couple alone. "Yes, Boss," They all eventually left, leaving them. Holding his chin, Nathaniel was contemplating the scene and forming a plan to devise his next step. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed confounded, slightly stressed. "Why not him?" Zariah asked. Wondering why he didn't place the blame on Zoran after knowing he did this to piss him off. "Because I don't like people sneaking up on my prey, let's go now," He sighed, shaking his head to place his thoughts in a stabilized state. He didn't want to go to extremes. And less didn't exist for him. "Where?" The second she asked, two vans came along with ten men who rushed and pointed their guns at them. The second they find them alone, taking their chance to end them, surrounding them to block any way to escape. A grimace crept on his face at the uninvited party, jaw clenching when one after another interruption was coming. "And it seems like they don't want us to go nor continue," He groaned, rolling his eyes. But panicking at the abrupt attack, she struggled to move instinctively and protect him at all cost as he stood nonchalantly. "Put me down, let me help-" She was about to request but he remained strenuous, giving her back a few pats to stop endeavoring. Though her heart was delicate for him. How could she possibly allow anyone to hurt him in her presence? "Hush, woman, I swear, I will tie your mouth- Oh no, then how will I make you scream then?" He glared at her. Forming her lips in a thin line, she was highly perturbed, resting her body against his firmly. She was worried yet believed in his words and relaxed eventually but then a man shot near them warningly and her tension was revitalized. "Don't move!" "Blind bitch, we are not," Nathaniel hissed, glaring at him. How dare he shoot near them, he marked that man his target. "Please focus on the situation," Zariah whispered and hearing her whining, he couldn't help but to chuckle huskily. "Ah," And then turned to the tribulation in his vicinity, scanning the place closely to think what he must do before, suppressing a chuckle. "Fool after another fool. Do you honestly think you can kill me with such a petty attempt?" "Get down on your fucking knees!" To the order, he looked at the man who shot and then dared to order them. "On my what?" "On your knees, dammit," Becoming dire eventually, he placed Zariah down. Giving them a serious glance which made her gulp in distress, he looked damn serious. "Nathaniel...?" But soon he started to laugh, covering his face with his one hand darkly while the sound dispersed in the air. "See, Zariah, this happens when people stop fearing you," And then he started to whistle, the sound, his melody of death that made them shiver in dread. The men who were ordered to frighten them, gained nothing in return. To scare the devil himself was no easy task after all. "You-" One of them attempted to shoot so he could end their ordeals right now which was a foolish attempt as the second he dared to shoot. A series of gunshots came, killing all of them instantly. "What the-" "I ordered you to not shoot, didn't I? Though I praise your fucking audacity to shoot your gun towards him," Nathaniel placed his one hand over Zariah's shoulder to press her harder into his chest and pushed his silky hair behind with the other. In a second, all of them were dead. There came a woman, dripping temptation wherever she stepped upon accompanied by a smirk, her hairs flowing in the air while holding her head high. "Ah, my, my, I heard a melodious sound," "What a pathetic attempt" Smirking at the duo approaching him, he suppressed a chuckle, almost belittling that mere try to get a reaction but gaining nothing in return. "Tell me if your bones have rusted," Mocking, he looked over his shoulder darkly, hissing at the man approaching him. "De Villiers,"