Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Little Zack

This chapter is dedicated to Isabelle Ronin. I checked out her book, Chasing Red and wondered where it was all this while. It’s like I’m seeing a movie.

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Zack

When I was 7, I had been an innocent little boy who never knew what the world was. I played around and condemned people I saw who had crushes. I saw it as a play thing and an excuse for liking someone.

But, this all changed when the tailors came to measure me for an upcoming royal masquerade ball in England. We were to travel there in a fortnight for the annual ball and my mum had been so excited to meet her best friend, the Queen of England who was Zara’s mum.

We had arrived our destination and were escorted in, then rested until the next day had arrived. I was glad that at the ball, I got to eat cake and drink lots of juice.

I used to stare at the ceiling and wondered how men built such a magnificent building. I was caught up in my mind; in my own imagination as myself, Fernánda and George and Zara ran around the ballroom giggling and playing innocently. Ricardo, had been so little then and couldn’t walk but crawl.

I did this routine as a seven-year old as years passed. We went to England annually for the Masquerade ball and also went at any type of ball even the Debutante ball even if it wasn’t for me.

My routine as a teenager was all three and didn’t change at 16. I was in my finest cloth and man, I liked it. I was naturally handsome and noble like a true royal. Everything seemed perfect until I sighted Queen Sanders daughters, Zara. She had aged so much and was so beautiful compared to a 9 years ago. She danced gracefully with her teenage friends as they made jokes and giggled.

Then and there, my heart had stopped. I saw everything in a slow motion. Man, I’d silently wondered what it be like to talk to her. To giggle with her as she was doing right now with her friends. But I could do that. I couldn’t spoil her fun. This made me treat her normally. I never told her of my feelings and hoped for it to fade away…

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months to years as I forgot about her. Man, I had always asked myself what it could had been like I told her I liked her.

Though I moved on, from my teenage crush, once I was an adult. I had many flings with the ladies back here in Spain but made it apparent that I wanted “no strings attached”. That had been my way and I was used to getting that.

~ Back to Reality ~

The rays of sunlight have already started to set in. It still glistened on her as she asked me why I had said agreed to marry her and fulfil the betrothal. She kept goading me that I had to say something. And I did eventually.

“You were my childhood crush”, I confessed not missing how the left corner of her eyes twitched in surprise. It was so obvious that she was confused.

“What, me?”, she said arching a brow in misconception and I attempted to clear her doubts.

“Yes, I’m sure you’re pretty satisfied at my answer”, I said in a snug smile that made the moment more awkward. I proceeded to wrap my hands around her shoulders so she focused on what I was about to tell her.

“No, I’m not. It’s unbelievable. Why would anyone have a crush on me, especially in my teenage years?”, she reached out to withdraw herself from my hands but ended up slipping and falling down. I’m not quick to catch her as her butts fall flat on the sand.

“You answer the question”, I said as I mockingly stared at her. She seemed flared as her fumed in anger and narrowed at me in detest.

“I’m not the most prettiest girl. I’m not the typical gentle princess, Zack. I’m a tomboy!” she yelled. “And when you say you had a crush on me, it’s like you’re making it up so we consummate sooner”, she spat out so standing up and dusting the pieces of sand from her body and butts. I never failed to notice that she had a nice ass which was well sharpened. I couldn’t wait to spank it when she crossed her limits… Wait what?

“Look, Zara. I’m not making this up. And it seems like you forgot I used the word “had”. That was then, not now”, I seethe. She looked smartly as if she was trying to crack something.

“So, you’re saying you literally liked me in the past and not now?”, she questioned with her nose flaring up. What. the. Hell. Did. She. Want. Me. To. Say. To. Keep. Her. Satisfied?

“Something like that”, I retorted.

“So, you find me repulsive, now”, she asked again. I am getting worked up over all her questions. Couldn’t she just shut up? Man, we were stranded on an island nobody was on. Couldn’t she get hints?

“Where are you heading at again, mi esposa?”, I said in my Spanish accent and she tugged in her head forward, looking into my eyes daringly.

“That you now resent your wife because she didn’t notice your stupid years back!”, she said. She actually sounded and I wondered if her background made her this or she made herself this.

“You sound stupid, Zara. Listen to yourself”, I told her and as if in response, she angrily lunged at me and slapped me. I rubbed the spot in amusement but I didn’t retaliate. I was raised never to beat a woman and she wasn‘t going to make me do that anytime soon.

“The hell, wife?!”, I say angrily with my body fuming in anger.

“You have no regards for me, Zack!”, she shouted as her hair covered her face. She immediately pulled it back.

“Regards? And I guess you do judging by the slap you gave me!”, I said.

“I’ve done nothing wrong, Zack. That was a warning that you should never try to make me a doormat and respect me”, she blurted out. I think I’ve had just enough.

“You think I’m the one at fault here?”, I asked completely annoyed.

“I don’t think. I know!”, she exclaimed again.

“Then I think we should part ways since that’s what would make you happy!”, I start walking away from her then pause looking back. “And don’t think of conversing with me until you apologize”, I say and began moving farther.

“Fuck you!”, she screamed out.

“I hope you feed with shit and take a hike with witches!”, she shouts at me from distance.

I’m quick to laugh at her words.

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A/n Sorry for the late update, my bad. So, what do you think, should I switch back the pov’s. Please comment your suggestions and consider leaving a review sweeties!