Roy reminded Imogen, “Keep this between us. Don’t spread it around.”


    She assured him solemnly, “Of course, captain. I won’t tell anyone.”


    “I think Miss Lloyd was kidnapped because someone knows she shares a good rtionship with the


    vice president. They took her to threaten him.”


    She agreed, “I think so too. They were obviously going after her in the coffee shop.”


    He nodded. “We’ll have to double the protection for the vice president’s close ones after this.”


    Since Imogen couldn’t get anything more from Roy, she left.


    Back in the presidential suite, Shirley came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas. Zacharias was


    already waiting for her on the couch with a medical kit beside him. She sat with him and unbuttoned her


    shirt, revealing two bruises on her back for him. Brushing her hair aside, she exposed her elegant nape


    and back, adorned with a healthy tan rather than fair skin.


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    He applied oil to his hands and began massaging her bruises, taking her slightly off guard with the


    intensity. A flirtatious moan escaped her lips, prompting her to bite her lip to suppress any further


    sounds.


    “Don’t hold back. If you need to, let it out,” Zacharias encouraged, smiling as he applied a bit more


    pressure. He intended to enhance blood cirction, aiding in the speedy recovery of the bruise.


    Resisting the urge to moan, Shirley thought, / won’t make a sound in this quiet room; it’s too


    embarrassing to hear myself.


    He was mindful of her difort, so he adjusted the pressure. Once he finished with her back, he


    said, “Alright, turn toward me.”


    She hesitated, feeling self-conscious about the bruises on her ribcage just beneath her chest, even


    though she wore a sports bra. Turning away, she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze.


    Zacharias gently ced his hand on her bruise, his thumb making contact with the fabric of Shirley’s


    sports bra. Though it might have been unintentional, he grazed it slightly as he withdrew his hand,


    causing her to blush. Looking at her, the man had a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He smiled and


    then reached for the other side, the warmth of his fingers seeping into her heart.


    After he was done, he suddenly held the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss. A soft moan


    escaped her lips, her heart, already fluttering from the earlier teasing, now racing.


    However, he swiftly returned to packing the medical kit. Unwilling to let him off the hook after igniting


    her desire, she seized the moment, pouncing on the man and pinning him down on the couch.


    Sitting on top of Zacharias, Shirley held his shoulders, flipping their roles around. He wasn’t the one


    lusting after her; it was the other way around now. He hesitated for a moment, narrowing his eyes. She


    cupped his cheeks and nted a kiss on his lips. He allowed her to yfully nibble on his lips,


    engaging in a teasing exchange of tongues. It was a flirty kiss. Her face turned red when she stood up,


    but she felt a sense of satisfaction after boldly kissing the man.


    “Get some rest,” he said. Something was bubbling in his heart.


    Shirley went back to her room, and her phone rang. She checked it out and realized the call was from


    Imogen, and she picked the phone up. “Hello, Imogen.”


    “How’s your wounds, Shirley? Are they serious?” Imogen asked, concerned.


    “It’s alright. I have rubbed oil over the bruises,” Shirley said.


    “Did the vice president rub it for you?” Imogen asked.


    After the incident, Shirley realized she didn’t mind confessing her feelings for Zacharias, no matter who


    was asking.