[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 337: The Lesson of Us No Escape

~Evric’s POV~

"Daddy is here to hold his baby," I whispered, tightening my embrace.

Zayn kissed my arm in response, the small act enough to make my heart ache with love. Within minutes, his breathing deepened, and he was asleep again.

The rest of the evening was quiet. We had a simple dinner with Zayn’s mother, spent time packing our things, and prepared mentally to leave the next morning.

The next morning, prompt and efficient, my driver arrived. He came inside to swiftly pack our bags into the car while Zayn and I shared one last moment with his mother.

She clasped both our hands, her gaze steady and sincere. "Remember everything I’ve told you two," she said, first locking eyes with me, then with Zayn, her glance carrying quiet meaning.

She then turned to me, lowering her voice slightly. "Evric, I saw the money you sent me. That’s far too much, son."

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "That’s not too much to do for you, Mom. Please, just consider it a small token of my thanks."

We both hugged her tightly. She walked us outside until we were both settled in the car. As the driver smoothly pulled away, starting our journey, I looked back and saw her standing in the doorway, waving. I reached for Zayn’s hand, ready to begin the next, necessary Chapter of our relationship.

The drive lasted several hours, and throughout the journey, Zayn stayed close, his hand entwined with mine, his head frequently resting on my shoulder, as if he feared I might vanish or run away at any moment.

I wasn’t running away; I brought him here with a purpose. He needed to face the truth about himself, to finally accept who he really is, and understand how his actions, repeating the same mistakes, refusing to respect me, have been hurting me. Only if he could acknowledge his own truth and learn from it could we have any chance to move forward together.

I hope he learns.

Finally, the car turned onto the long driveway and came to a stop in front of the familiar, secluded house overlooking the coast. Zayn and I walked side by side toward the entrance, my hand holding his firmly. With a quick press of my thumb on the smart lock, the door clicked open, and we stepped inside together.

My driver efficiently arranged our bags, checked the utilities, and performed all the necessary checks. Once he was done, he turned to me. "I’m done here, Sir."

"Thank you," I said softly. "You may go now."

Zayn looked up at me, sensing the finality. "Where is he going?"

I pulled him in tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Babe, it’s just the two of us here. I need a moment, just you and me, completely alone."

He nodded, a mix of acceptance and slight nervousness in his eyes. "Okay, baby."

I glanced back at my driver by the door and whispered a few final instructions, reminders of the no-contact rule, and confirmation of the plan. He nodded, bowed respectfully, wished Zayn a pleasant stay, and quietly departed, closing the door softly behind him.

The heavy door clicked shut. We were utterly alone in the house, with the nearest person being the security detail stationed distantly at the main gate. The two weeks of isolation had officially begun.

I glanced at Zayn, who was taking in the familiar surroundings with a small, hopeful smile. "So... what do you feel like eating, babe?" I asked gently.

He walked up to me, putting his arms around my waist. "No, let’s go to the bedroom first," he suggested, his voice low and suggestive.

I laughed softly, resisting his pull. "Not yet. We need fuel for that. Let’s eat first. I told him, This is about more than just sex, darling."

I guided him softly toward the kitchen. "Everything we’ll need for the next two weeks is already here. I made sure the house is fully stocked. If there’s anything you want and can’t find, just tell me, I’ll have it delivered."

He smiled, accepting the delay. "Okay, baby."

A sly grin spread across his face. "Well, since it’s just the two of us here," he said, leaning closer, "we might as well start practicing how you’re going to be the perfect husband. That means you’ll be doing most of the cooking."

I raised an eyebrow playfully. "My love, my cooking skills are not exactly perfect yet. You know I rely on Youtube for that."

He squeezed me tighter. "I know, but I don’t care. I will be happy to eat anything you cook, as long as it’s made with love."

I melted a little at that simple declaration. I smiled, pulled his face to mine, and kissed him deeply. "Thank you, baby."

We shared a quick, simple meal. After eating, we went upstairs, and as soon as we reached the bedroom, Zayn reached out for me.

I knew immediately he was in the mood and in desperate need of me. This was exactly what I had expected, and it would make the first part of my ’lesson’ perfect.

He pulled me closer and started kissing me, and I kissed him back, letting the heat build. When Zayn was truly in the mood and needed sex, his breathing always changed it became fast, shallow, and ragged. I listened to it now and felt the evidence of his arousal, his need pressing against me, raw and horny.

He pushed me backward, and I landed softly on the bed. As he climbed over me, I placed my hands on his hips. "Babe, we should shower first."

"No, baby, let’s shower after," he pleaded, his voice husky and completely altered by desire.

He took my hand and guided it inside his trousers, silently urging me to stroke him. I complied, and our passionate exchange quickly became heated and deep. Zayn was already reaching his point of no return, he was past the point of casual flirtation; he needed sex.

I stroked his cock, my fingers finding the perfect rhythm. He moaned loudly, eyes closed, his face contorted in pleasure. "Yes, fuck, baby, right there!" he gasped, kissing my chest wildly.

In the past, when he was in this primal mood, I would have been ecstatic, knowing we would have an incredible, lengthy session. But now, all I could think about was the recent imbalance: I was tired of satisfying him to the fullest when he only gave me the bare minimum when I needed him.

Just then, my phone, resting on the bedside table, chimed loudly, shattering the moment.

Zayn flinched back a little, his eyes still closed. "Don’t pick it up!" he begged, his voice high with frustration.

I pulled my hand out of his trousers, ignoring his pleading. "Let me check the phone," I said. "My friends said they might drop by today, I need to see who’s calling." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Zayn’s eyes snapped open, his focus instantly shifting from lust to confusion. "Your friends?"

"Yes," I confirmed, my face neutral...