I was mad.

My feet pounded across the ground as I marched up to Zak's door, the next morning. The sun was warming up in the sky and my anger seemed to rise with it.

I had spent all night, all night! Tossing and turning in the bed, I couldn't get comfortable with the nagging voice in the back of my mind asking me stupid questions at 3am... You know who I blame?

Zak.

I didn't care if it was 9am or 9pm. Whether the time was sociable or not, I wanted to have this out with him, once and for all.

Hammering his front door, I shifted on my feet, flexing my hands and quickly casting my eyes over to my car, which Bacon hadn't dropped over. Because of this asshat behind the door.

I was about to bring thunder down on it again when Zak opened up. My well thought about script left my mind instantly as I glared at a sweat glistened chest as he wiped off his face.

"D-Delilah, what do I owe the pleas–"

I shoved past him and into his home. "Cut the bullshit okay. What the hell was that last night and why have you stopped Bacon bringing my car to me?"

"Breakfast?" He asks closing the door before sauntering away.

The way his back shifts whilst he walks makes my mouth water, but I have to remember why I'm here, and drooling over the man which was causing me nothing but Agro was not the way to go about it.

"No I don't want breakfast!" I seethed following after him. "I want my keys and I want this to stop."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"The games Zak." I hiss exasperatedly, tugging on my hair. Zak had turned to look at me. "This isn't a game! This is my life!"

"Don't have a go at me! You started it and let's be honest, you can't be happy in your life if you're looking elsewhere." He replies coolly.

"I'm not looking!"

"Then why kiss me?" He challenges holding onto his small waist.

"Because I'm an idiot! It was one massive mistake that's never. Never going to happen again. I want you to stop with the lingering looks, stop with the touching, no more kissing and I want my keys."

"No." He replies instantly.

My anger flairs up. "Why are you being a dick?!"

"Because I can see you're not happy. Delilah he speaks to you as if you're nothing, as if you're some beggar at his feet. Why do you let him do that? You're worth so much fucking more!" He frowns looking down at me with his green and blue swirled eyes.

"I don't... Y-You don't know anything about me!"

"Because you won't let anyone in! I  saw it with my own eyes last night, how he talks to you. I'm not a fucking idiot. What does he have over you?"

I frown as I look up at him. He really things Jack is capable of blackmail? No. Persuasion? Absolutely, he's like a pit-bull until you're thinking in his way rather than you're own. Could also be classified as manipulative.

Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. "Just give me my keys. Please."

"No. I won't."

"Just give me my fucking keys!" I roar back.

He blinks and looks at me in shock before his lips quiver a smile.

"This is another game!" I snap and go to push past him when he blocks me. Twisting, I try to move the opposite way but I'm trapped between his arms and the work surface.

"Move out the way." I demand trying to ignore the chest inches from my face. "I just want my car keys and you to stop all this... This shit. You're with Krystal and I'm with Jack."

"And if we weren't?" He asks.

I look up at him "There's not a hope in hell. You make my blood boil, you're a cocky son of a bitch and I want nothing more than to put you on your ass to prove I'm not some defenceless little bird you think I am."

"Then do it." He smirks. "Unless you can't."

I shove him away but he comes back twice as fast.

"Gonna have to be quicker." He goads.

My palm itches with a release, so I swing aiming for his jaw. But he captures my fist in his hand and tweaks his brows.

Growling, I snatch my hand away, bringing my knee up, he counters against and pulls me flush against his body. My leg wrapped over his hip seductively whilst his other hand grips my jaw.

I snarl back at him, breathing heavy. The heat of his hand on my bare thigh has me slightly lightheaded. The position was too close, too suggestive and the mere thought made me hot.

"I can make your world quake. Just drop the act." Zak speaks quietly as he holds me.

"Remove your ha–"

My words were stolen by his mouth searing against mine. He demanded entry into my mouth, but I denied and gained enough thought to push him off me. He staggered back looking at me with a heavy look as I tried to collect my thoughts.

This was wrong. On paper this was wrong, he was my colleague and my boss. He also happened to have a partner, as did I. We shouldn't be doing this now or ever! So why did my heart beat a little harder? Why did my mind melt at the mere thought of him holding me? Why did my body hum beside his?

To me, it all had to be some sexual attraction, some gluttony seed placed inside of me, making me want to binge off his presence than just accept it.

"This stops..." I point to the floor, ignoring the fact my dress has folded up on one corner. "You can't keep doing this. I can't.."

"You don't mean that." He answers truthfully.

I could feel my mind tearing in half. I wanted attention, I craved for Jack to hold me in a clinch like that, I prayed to God for excitement, pleasure and Love. It was probably unorthodox to ask a man of the cloth to be in some hot position with a man. Especially seeing as we weren't married..

Maybe that was it?

I asked for spice with Jack, but because we weren't married, God had sent Zak.

Like that damn snake in Adam & Eve...

"What are you thinking?" Zak asks.

"Whether I should punch you in the side of the head."

He grins. "Sexual frustration will bring those aggressive tendencies to the surface."

I breath heavily. "Just get my keys."

His jaw ticks but he moves away and does as I ask. When he returns, they are on the end of his finger.

"Don't keep lying to yourself. Before you know it, you'll be married to a man who treats you like shit, the same man who will father your kid and hate your own life. "

"You don't know shit." I answer bitterly.

"I know that someone like you needs to be met with more than vanilla. You're fire Delilah, you need that burn back otherwise you'll wither out."

I don't reply and go to grab my keys when he moves his hand back.

"Zak."

"You need someone who will tell you how you wear a pair of jeans, how breathtaking you looked last night, how your lips demand attention constantly and how your eyes tell a story. A story I can't find out but I want to. I want to find out every fucking day." His hand takes the side of my face. I move back slightly but he keeps his hand there.

"Don't."

"You're gorgeous Delilah. And I hate it that there's something that draws me to you. I want to distance myself but I also want to bury myself in you until I can't form a damn sentence.. There's a fire in that soul and you're letting someone douse it. Be a Phoenix and burn the whole fucking world."

My chest heaves at his worlds and leaving suddenly doesn't seem that appealing anymore.

I felt like I was going to combust, my lungs felt like they were on fire and the pressure in my chest was getting too much. Whatever he had done to me, I couldn't handle. He needed it back. Now.

His hand came out as I went towards him, but instead of grabbing my keys, I grabbed his neck and brought him to my height. My mouth met his and I tried to pull energy and oxygen from his body to replace the pressure in mine.

There was a delay, a moment of uncertainty in his kiss. Before he came back with just the right amount pressure.

His hands held my hips against him as I tiptoed up to him. Our height difference made it a little difficult but we were making it work. I was making this work before my chest was torn apart by need and urge.

There was a growl from his chest and my keys hit the floor. A gasp shot out of my lips as he picked me up and sat me on the worktop, standing between my knees keeping us close.

When his tongue sought for mine, I allowed it and ran my fingers through his hair. Revelling in the smell of his body, sweat and cologne mixed together to make his own unique smell.

He taste like mint and something sweet, I couldn't work it out but it was intoxicating.

My hand dropped from his hair and squeezed his shoulder as he tightened his grip on my hips making sure I was as close as I could get.

I moaned when he pulled my hair, forcing my head back, his hot mouth moved to my jaw and down my neck making me pant into the air as my body tried to curl itself into his.

"Zak.." I whispered tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Tell me what you want." He bit on my neck making my breath hitch.

"I want it but I can't."

He groans but kisses up to my ear and bites on my lobe. My body quivers instantly, he feels it and nuzzles into neck before pulling back to look at me.

"Everything hurts." I admit. I couldn't stop this ache in my soul and he started it. Or at least he was getting the blame.

"That's because you're cutting yourself off. You have passion and love in there Delilah. Whatever you want. I'll do it."

Now is my opportunity, to tell him to leave me the hell alone. I want to tell him that this cannot happen. He's my boss and my colleague that we have to remain professional with each other. But I can't say any of it. The idea of giving up this pressure in my chest is appealing, I want it gone. I do.

But I also want it to consume my every thought and desire. I want the animalistic urges and the bruises that may come with that.

I want passion, fire, desire, control, rage and ecstasy. I want Earth shattering, soul baring, sweat riddled sex.

I want to feel loved, to feel beautiful and to be someone's priority, not someone's option when they can't think straight at work. I don't want to have to plan when we make love because that's not love. It's an action done by two people who claim to be in love.

"Let me in Delilah. You're killing me." Zak pleads inhaling against my neck. "You smell so fucking good."

I swallow back another moan and pull his face from my body to look at him.

"I want so much."

"I'll give it to you." He replies.

"You don't know what I want." I frown.

"You want the moon? I'll give you the moon Mary." He quotes causing me to giggle.

His knuckles stroke against my cheek "You've been through something, I can feel it. I don't want to know, not unless you want me too."

I take his hand away and hold it between mine. "And it's because of that, that this, us? Cannot happen. I'm sorry."

He is taken back and I can't believe the words have came out, I almost wonder if I've imagined it, but he steps back slightly giving me the opportunity to slip down and grab my keys from the floor.

"What are you talking about?" He questions.

"I'm sorry. I can't– I'm sorry." I rush before leaving his house quickly.

Throwing myself into the car, I slam my hands down against the wheel and shout in a rage before starting the car.

He wouldn't understand. Nobody really understands and for that reason alone, I know I'm better off keeping them out.

Less people, less judgement.