Chapter 32
Victoria found herself hesitating as she stood in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing down the soft, flowery fabric of her dress. It was a warm, pastel yellow sundress adorned with delicate pink and green floral patterns. The material hugged her figure lightly, flowing just past her knees, and the square neckline framed her collarbone gracefully. Her bump was barely noticeable in the dress, but it was there—a gentle reminder of the life growing inside her.
Her hair was styled in soft waves, cascading over her shoulders, and she kept her makeup light—a touch of blush, mascara, and a hint of pink lipstick that complemented the dress perfectly.
“Wow,” Elena said, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. “If you’re trying to look like a goddess, mission accomplished.”
Victoria chuckled, turning slightly to check her reflection from another angle. “It’s just lunch.”
“On a rooftop,” Elena added with a knowing smirk. “With a man who clearly can’t keep his eyes—or his thoughts—off you. Don’t play coy.”
Victoria rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that crept onto her lips. “It’s not like that.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Elena teased. “But just so you know, if you come back glowing, I’m not letting you live it down.”
The rooftop was breathtaking. Zayden had chosen a secluded location, the entire space rented out for just the two of them. String lights were draped across the pergola, casting a soft golden glow that complimented the warmth of the afternoon sun. Small potted plants and colorful flowers lined the edges of the rooftop, creating a lush, intimate garden oasis amidst the urban skyline. A single table was set in the center, covered with a white linen cloth and adorned with a small bouquet of fresh roses.
Victoria felt her breath catch as she stepped onto the rooftop. “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?” she said, looking at Zayden, who stood near the table, waiting for her.
He turned to her, his gaze sweeping over her with an unmistakable admiration. His lips curved into a slow smile. “Not when it comes to you.”
Her cheeks flushed slightly as he pulled out a chair for her. “This is… incredible,” she admitted, gesturing to the setup as she sat down.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, taking his seat across from her. “I wanted to make sure you had a little escape from everything.”
A waiter appeared moments later, bringing out their first course—an assortment of appetizers that included smoked salmon crostini, truffle-infused bruschetta, and a vibrant caprese salad.
Victoria picked up her fork, her eyes lighting up as she tried the bruschetta. “Okay, this might be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Zayden grinned, taking a bite himself. “Good. You deserve the best.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she teased, reaching for her glass of sparkling water.
Their conversation flowed easily as they moved on to the main course—perfectly seared filet mignon for Zayden and a delicate lemon-herb salmon for Victoria, accompanied by roasted vegetables and garlic mashed potatoes.
“So,” Zayden said, cutting into his steak. “What do you do when you’re not running a company or dealing with chaos?”
Victoria laughed softly, shaking her head. “Right now, chaos is my full-time job. But I used to paint—abstract stuff mostly. It’s been a while since I’ve had the chance, though.”
“Painting, huh?” Zayden said, leaning back in his chair. “I’d love to see your work someday.”
She arched an eyebrow. “That’s assuming I still remember how to hold a brush.”
“I have no doubt it’ll be amazing,” he said, his tone sincere. “You seem like the type of person who puts a piece of herself into everything she does.”
Victoria paused, the compliment catching her off guard. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
Zayden chuckled. “Takes one to know one.”
As dessert arrived—individual molten chocolate lava cakes with a dollop of whipped cream and a drizzle of raspberry sauce—their conversation turned lighter, filled with banter and laughter. Zayden had a way of making her forget about the weight of her responsibilities, and for a brief moment, everything else faded away.
“You have a bit of chocolate,” he said, gesturing to the corner of his mouth.
Victoria wiped at her face, missing the spot entirely. “Here?”
Zayden shook his head, his smile widening. “No, let me.” Leaning forward, he reached out, gently brushing the corner of her mouth with his thumb.
The touch was soft, lingering for a second longer than necessary. Their eyes met, and the playful atmosphere shifted, a tension settling between them.
“Victoria…” he said softly, his voice low and filled with something she couldn’t quite name.
Before she could respond, he leaned in further, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was tender yet deliberate. His hand cupped her cheek, his touch warm and grounding, as though he were anchoring her to the moment.
Her heart raced as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she couldn’t help but grind against him.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, Victoria. You’re so fucking sexy.”
She felt a shiver run down her spine as he said her name, her pussy clenching with need.
He reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She stood before him in nothing but her lacy black bra and thong, her nipples hardening under his gaze.
He traced a finger over the curve of her breast, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He leaned in, his lips wrapping around her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She gasped, her hands finding their way to the back of his head, holding him in place.
He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the ground. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her hips bucking against him.
He moved his hand down, tracing a finger over the wet fabric of her thong. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her pussy clenching around him. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly as he continued to suck and bite at her nipples.
She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him inside her. She reached for his jeans, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, her hand slick with pre-cum.
He lifted her up, setting her on the edge of the table that was on the roof. He spread her legs, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit as he slid his cock inside her.
She moaned, her head falling back as he filled her completely. He began to fuck her, his thrusts hard and fast. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her pussy clenching around him.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in circles, his thrusts becoming erratic. She could feel herself spiraling out of control, her orgasm building inside her.
She came with a cry, her pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. He followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her as he came.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face.
