LOVE IN PARIS: Married To My Brother-in-law-Chapter 103: No Hickeys

As she turned the corner, she could still hear his laughter echoing behind her, a sound that was equal parts infuriating and oddly captivating and she could only curse herself for even going to him on the first place.

She had only wanted to help , she couldn’t wat h him fall sick and now, she’s the one hurt in return, the emotions and feeling she’s buried a long while ago was now creeping open from her pandora’s box , threatening her composure and sanity.

And now, she could only steel her heart to start avoiding him as of now or her sanity would be the one taking on the consequences of her recklessness and by then she’ll be of no different from his crazed and fanatic female fan.

Perhaps, she could still feel a little better if she stands a chance, if thay had a chance together but no, the difference between them was clear, like heaven and hell, far too constracting and she couldn’t even take the risk .

"Leila, you can do this. You can". She breathed in and out, as she summoned her will.

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The night was heavy with silence as Zeke quietly stepped out of the car which was parked conspicuously in the corner, the gravel crunching softly under his feet.

The house before him loomed large and shadowy, its windows dark except for a faint glow emanating from one or two rooms.

For once, the bustling energy of the set seemed distant, calm and muffled by the night.

The casts was either asleep or holed up inside, and not a single soul wandered outside and for him, that was great enough, it was exactly what he wanted, he couldn’t risk been seen by someone and ruin it all for her, he just couldn’t stop missing her no matter how hard he tried and tonight he eventually ended up at the casts house, just a glance will be enough.

He exhaled, adjusting his coat for the nth time and then made his way to the front door which swung open before he could even knock.

Standing there, framed by the warm light spilling out from inside, was Dan. His sharp features were softened by the hour as he held the door open.

A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned casually against the doorframe. He had been watching from upstairs as Zeke fidgeted and fidgeted.

"To what do I owe this late night visit?". He asked his tone playful but pointed as he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Or should I say, who?".

Zeke sighed, already regretting how transparent he was. "Can’t a man drop by for a friendly chat anymore?"

Dan chuckled, adjusting his glasses and stepping aside to let him in. "Oh, I’m sure that’s exactly why you’re here. Come in, come in."

The house was as quiet inside as it was outside, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the wooden floor.

Zeke followed Dan quietly down the hallway to a private room tucked at the back of the house.

Dan gestured for him to sit, then produced a bottle of fine wine and two glasses from the nearby cabinet.

"Let’s chat, then if that’s why you’re here". Dan said, pouring generously. "But don’t think I can’t see through you. You miss her, don’t you?"

Zeke took the glass, swirling the wine absently as bis face flushed with embarrassment and he immediately refuted. "I didn’t say that."

"You didn’t have to." Dan raised his glass in mock salute as he added mockingly. "To love. And to fools like you who can’t bear a few weeks apart."

"That sounds nice , well you can’t relate since you dedicate your whole life to writing script". Zeke responded curtly and smirked despite himself and took a sip of the wine.

The wine was rich and smooth, but it did little to calm the nervous energy thrumming in his veins. He wanted to play it cool, but his eyes kept darting to the door as if Yvette might walk in at any moment.

"I gladly agree, your highness. But I don’t think your life is going to be much easy any longer, you couldn’t even bear few weeks apart from her then how would you handle your rivals . . ."

"Rivals". Zeke almost choked on his wine.

"Yes. Let me cut the long story short, while familiarizing herself with the role and donning male’s clothing, Yvette had ganered a lot of lovers just on set, I wonder how it’ll be when the movie is released. "Dan concluded and then added dramatically, placing his hands on his chest as though he was in pain. "I can hear the sound of your heart shattering".

"Fans are just fans. Nothing else". Zeke replied nonchalantly.

"I hope you’ll remember this very word you said in the future". Dan grinned.

"There’s so need to". Zeke added. "As long as she has her eyes on me only".

Dan chuckled and noticed the way his sight keep flitting towards the door at any single movement. He then laughed.

"You’re hopeless". He said with a laugh. "You can’t even focus on the wine. Don’t worry; she’s still here. Room twelve, upstairs."

Zeke immediately set his glass down and stood so abruptly that Dan laughed even harder.

"No thanks, I see?". He teased as Zeke made for the door without a backward glance.

The stairs creaked under his hurried steps, but he barely noticed. His heart was pounding now, not from exertion but from anticipation. He reached room twelve and hesitated for the briefest moment before pushing the door open.

Inside, the room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp. Yvette lay on the couch, draped in a blanket, her face serene in sleep.

The sight of her hit him like a wave, a mix of relief, longing, and an ache he couldn’t quite name. Quietly, he stepped closer and knelt beside her.

Then her brow was furrowed, even in sleep, as though she were dreaming of something troubling.

Gently, he reached out and smoothed it with his thumb, his fingers lingering against her soft skin. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Zeke..." She murmured at the touch, her voice barely audible. Her hand reached out instinctively, grasping his. "Is this a dream?"

"No, it’s not". He whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

And almost immediately, her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she stared at him in disbelief.

Then, all at once, she sat up, her blanket falling away.

"Zeke!". She gasped, her voice a mix of joy and reproach. "What are you doing here?"

"Shh". He said quickly, placing a finger to her lips. "You’ll wake the others up and then everything will be gone."

"I was just so surprised". She threw her arms around him anyway, burying her face in his neck. "I’ve missed you so much" She whispered.

He held her tightly, breathing her in, letting the feel of her in his arms ground him. "I’ve missed you too" . He admitted, his voice barely audible.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes shining as though she had suddenly come upon a realization. "You’re insane, you know that? Coming here like this..."

"I couldn’t stay away,I tried severally but failed and now I think it’s all worth it". He said simply.

Her lips curved into a soft smile, and before he could say anything else, she leaned in and kissed him.

It started gentle, but the weeks apart had left them both starving for more. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he lost himself in her, in the way she tasted, the way she sighed against his mouth.

After a short minutes, Zeke paused to gain control of himself, he wouldn’t want her to get hurt like the other day, after a while he continued, closing her lips in a searing kiss.

"Wait" She murmured between kisses, her hands pressing lightly against his chest.

He pulled back almost immediately, concern flickering in his eyes. "What’s wrong?"

"No hickeys" She said, her cheeks flushing. "I have to be on set tomorrow, remember?"

He groaned, burying his face in her shoulder. "You’re killing me, Yvie."

She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his hair. "I mean it, Zeke."

"Fine". He grumbled, pulling back to look at her. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told her he wasn’t entirely serious.

"Don’t push your luck". She warned, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every moment. The blanket slipped to the floor, and soon their clothes followed, one piece at a time.

Her laughter faded into soft sighs, and all the longing, all the love they’d held back in their time apart, poured out in every touch, every kiss.

He kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every moment. The blanket slipped to the floor, and soon their clothes followed, one piece at a time.

Her laughter faded into soft sighs, and all the longing, all the love they’d held back in their time apart, poured out in every touch, every kiss.