Married to my nemesis-Chapter 125: My fault

Phoebe stirred as she shook her head gently opening her eyes, she was dazzled by the rays of from the morning sunlight coming from the opened curtain which was right in front of the bed she laid on.

The quilt of the bed was right on her, she laid on her back staring at the ceiling, she began to feel a terrible hangover as she reached for her forehead, with a groan coming from her.

She sat up with her hands still in her hair, she growled and after a certain while, she was able to maintain the headache.

She heaved a deep breath recognizing her environment, she removed the quilt from her laps placing her feet on the ground, she looked in the mirror revealing she was wearing a black t-shirt, a big one which assured her it was Zayn’s own.

It reached to her thigh, Phoebe placed her other foot on the floor trying her best to recover her environment and just then she perceive the smell of something.

Someone was cooking.

It was clear that Zayn was the one cooking which made her feel worried a bit, she hadn’t seen Zayn cook before and he had maids to help him to it.

Even if she knew the maids in the house would have probably gone because Brooklyn’s arrival at the house meant that she would need assistance from the maids but since Brooklyn wasn’t around after all she was not hearing from Leah, it meant it was just the two of them at home.

Phoebe feared Zayn might end up burning the house and creating a big issue, even herself she didn’t learn how to cook to an expert level.

She placed her legs in the new slippers she saw on the ground appropriately at her size and then she ran down the stairs to get to the kitchen seeing Zayn in an apron cooking something.

His mood was happy and just then Phoebe had a relief on her face.

When she looked around, she discovered their was still some maids around but they were probably fifty if sixty just from the sight of them.

"Zayn," she called out his name as Zayn turned to check who it was and then he mistakenly got his hand closer to the metal part of the pot burning his hand.

"Ouch," he groaned in pain as he retracted his hand, blowing the hand, Phoebe rushed towards him taking his hand as she checked on it concernly.

"You should be extra careful while you’re in the kitchen, is not a childish thing Zayn," she scolded as she led hi to the sink turning the tap on and then she placed his hand under the water, after a while, she took his hand out blowing air on it.

"I’m not sure if this would work but as for now this is what I can do to ease the pain," Phoebe blabbered as she continued to blow her hand but Zayn’s gaze was on her, staring at how she hooked her hair on her ear just to be able to blow his hand.

If only she knew how much she was tempting him, just while she was blowing it, Zayn turned the stove off retracting his hand.

Phoebe felt a bit silent since she couldn’t say any thing else and then she realized she had to question Zayn about the meal.

"What are you doing?" She said as she watched him transfer the food from the pot to the plates he brought out from the cupboard on top.

"I’m trying to make soup for your hangover, I know you must be having a big headache."

"Oh, thanks," she said mildly as she adjusted her hair once again placing it behind her ear.

"Well then, can I join you in setting up?" She questioned as Zayn placed the plates on the dinning table which was near the kitchen.

"I don’t mind," he said.

"Okay then I’ll take the cups, where did you put them?"

"The cupboard right at the left side of the stove hood, the cups are there. "

" Okay then, " Phoebe walked in direction about to take it she realized the cupboard was a bit high she wasn’t able to reach it.

Unknowingly, because she was stretching, the shirt she was wearing raised showing a bit of her skin and then her butt.

Zayn was done setting the dinning and just when he turned around to see Phoebe’s status, he was welcomed with a seductive scene.

He clicked his tongue feeling hard as he crouched his head a bit and then he walked towards her standing behind her, he took the cups.

He was so close Phoebe could feel his little brother erect towards her.

For some unknown reasons Phoebe could feel her body ponder and then she had a lot of questions, why as he hard?

She immediately turned around her face was flushed as she tried her best to take a look at Zayn’s face.

"I’ll go set it on the table."

"Okay," she said nearly in a whisper and then Zayn controlled himself moving to the dinning area, he set the table.

"C’mon, you should eat now," he said extending the at the end of the table from it’s normal position for her to sit.

"You should come and sit."

"Okay," she murmured walking over she watched Zayn surveying his entire reaction, she could see he gulped his throat hard and then she realized it must have being the effect of her touch.

She tried her best to pretend like she didn’t know anything as she took her spoons and then she dug into her food silently.

"I’ll move to the room, I’ll go freshen up."

"Okay," Phoebe said with a small smile.

Just when Zayn was about to go, she stopped him.

"Zayn," she called as he turned around.

"Your food, is amazing, I like it," Zayn placed a smile on his face and then he was about to leave once again but Phoebe knew she couldn’t let him leave.

Who knows if he was going there just to ease himself so he wouldn’t have blue balls and she didn’t want to be the one to cause him pain.

"Zayn, you know what-" she said stopping him again as he turned then she drank her water and then just when she stood up, pretending to fall, she groaned in pain as Zayn immediately rushed towards her with concern on his face.

"Phoebe what happened?" Zayn said in a state of fear as he touched her shoulder, his eyes full with anxiety, she could see she was wrong about him, he didn’t care about her more than Ezekiel would.

He was younger but had a mature heart.

She placed a painful expression as she groaned in pain holding her leg.

"I don’t know, I think my leg might be hurting me, I just stood up and I felt pain there, oh my," she said as she reached for her leg.

"Maybe I should carry you to the room then."

"Yeah, you should definitely do," she said and ten Zayn prepared himself placing his arms around her in the right position to carry her as she placed her arms around his neck.

She leaned on his chest her head on his shoulder as he gently carried her up the stairs.

When they got to his room, Zayn placed her on the bed gently.

"I should call one of the maids to come attend to you, you must be in serious pain," Zayn stated about to leave but Phoebe held his hand pulling him back.

"There’s no need to speak to them, I just want to speak with you, my leg is fine," she confessed as she saw Zayn frown.

"I’m sorry, I made you feel worried for no reason but I had to do it so we two could have some space, I wanted to speak with you without any one around us. "

Zayn heaved a deep breath to calm himself and then he gave Phoebe a sharp look.

" What did you want to talk about that you had to do it? " he said in a calm stern voice.

" Actually, Zayn, I know what I didn’t to you wasn’t the best, I figured everything out, I figured out Ezekiel wasn’t meant for me, all along all he wanted to use me for was for money and s*x but you have always being concerned about my well-being. "

Zayn rubbed the skin between his eyebrows out of disbelief.

" Then why couldn’t you tell me in the dinning table? "

" Because it was going to feel awkward, the distance between us when we talk, I didn’t want it to feel weird while I tell you my apology. I’m truly sorry for what I did to you, Zayn."

" If it was about that then you don’t need to say it, your situation is perfectly understood after all you had pressure from your family and because of what I did, it made it hard for you to see what’s right, I know I would have said it about a hundred times but I’m sorry for what I did to you, I want you to know I’m sincerely sorry. "

" I know you are, Zayn, " she said as she stood up moving closer to him gazing into his eyes.

" But I also have to apologize for something else."

" What’s that? " Zayn questioned and then before he could utter another word, he felt Phoebe’s hand in his boxer touching his little monster.

He groaned out of sweet pain in seduction.

" I know I also caused pain and made it run made and I’m willing to make it up to you," she said in a hoarse tone and she lifted herself on her toes and then she used her other hand to wrap around his neck pulling him closer and then she kissed him.