Age Is Just a Number

Chapter 11 

Zara’s POV: 

He messed up my hair more and grinned widely. “I’m proud of you, Zara in Wonderland.” 

He places his hand in the air for a high five, and I go for it, but he withdraws it. “Got you!” he yells, throwing his head back and laughing loudly as tears emerge in the corner of his eyes. 

I slap his chest. “Shut up!” I said, stomping my foot and pouring out my lips. 

After some time, he wipes off his tears and pinches my cheek. “Good luck, Zara in Wonderland,” he whispers. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

water. 

I stand there, waving at him while he drives. away, granting me a backward salute. 

Fixing myself, I stand up straight and walk into the restaurant, determined to get a spot in Princeton. 

SATURDAY–2:13 AM 

There’s an annoying buzzing noise. “Who the fuck is calling me this late?” I said, desperate for some 

Picking up the phone, without looking at the caller ID, I answer it. “Hello?” 

“Angel” a voice slurred out. 

I instantly woke up. “William?” 

“Angelliill, come hiccup out! I’m in your hic house, hiccup. Wait at the front of your hiccup house,” he said, his voice sounding entirely different. 

“William, are you drunk?” 

“No,” he responds; his tone suddenly sounds dead. 

“Wait right there.” I jump out of bed and grab my jacket. Quickly, 1 rush out of the house, attempting not to make any sound. 

When I closed the front door, I saw William standing there, his sleeves rolled up and his messy hair pushed back. He saw me and grin zig–zagging his way towards me. “Angel,” he slurs out, wrapping his arms around me. 

“Oh gosh, William, how much did you drink? ask, smelling strong alcohol radiating off his body. 

He wiggles a finger in front of me.” No! You shouldn’t call me William. You hiccup, call me Muffin,” he 

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said, his eyes staring at me, but it looks like It was elsewhere. 

“Okay, Muffin, let’s take you home,” I said slowly. 

He leans against me, and I attempt to drag his drunken ass home. Obviously, I know William drinks since he is an adult, but this is the first time I’ve seen him so wasted. 

“Where are your keys?” I ask. 

He looks at me and grins, pushing me against his front door. “Front pocket.” The heart inside my chest almost leaped out when I felt a thigh pushing between my legs. He leans down beside my red ear. “Go on, Angel, get it,” he whispers. 

I can feel his thighs moving around my core; a hand slips on my lower back, arching me inward–my I 

breathing hitch–when I feel his hot breath against my neck, fogging up my mind. Biting my lips, I reach for both sides of his pockets, attempting to quickly find the key. 

When I feel it, I pull it out and release a deep breath of relief. I pushed him back and went on a search for the right key with my trembling fingers. He wraps his arms around my waist, scaring the shit out of me. I could feel his hot lips around my neck, sending little kisses, and at that moment, I forgot how to breathe. 

He presses my body against the door, grinding his bulge against my ass. “W–William,” I stutter out, feeling him reaching for the inside of my shirt. 

“Amore mio,” he said something in Italian. 

Ha? 

Then he said something again? 

I feel like I heard something I shouldn’t have. 

When I feel him grinding against me some more, I shake off my inner horny beast and continue. searching for the key. 

He keeps talking, but I ignore him. 

My face brightens when I finally unlock the door, Instantly, he pulls me inside and slams it shut, causing the keys in my hand to drop to the ground. He presses his chest against me, an alcoholic breath hitting my face. I release a short, nervous chuckle, raising a hand to push him back. He grabs my wrists, pinning them on top of my head, a deep brown fixate on me. 

My body froze when I felt his tongue run up my neck. 

He lowers a hand from my back toward my ass, squeezing it. “Amore mio, you can’t imagine how much I want to make a mess out of this small firm ass of yours.” 

Amore Mio? Oh gosh, does William think I’m that blonde chick? 

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I feel him sucking on my neck. I snap. “William, stop!” I shout, pushing him off and refusing to be a replacement for that blonde girl. 

He fell to the ground, hitting his head on the wall. Instantly, I rush towards him, helping him stand up and walking him towards the living room couch. “Oh gosh, are you okay?” I ask, and he shakes his head. 

Laying him down on the couch, he flops down and places a hand on his bruising head. Quickly, I sat up to get him an ice pack, only to be pulled back. “Stay with me,” he said. 

“You need an ice pack,” I said. 

He shakes his head. “Stay with me, Angel,” he said, pulling me down and putting me in a lockdown position, legs and arms wrapped all around my body. When I hear him snore, I know it’s over for me. 

When I wake up, William is still buried in sleep. I wiggle my way out of his tight grip. Releasing a deep breath, I went to grab a pillow and blanket from his room. My legs stopped when I saw a picture of William and me when we first went to the aquarium together. I was twelve at the time, and he promised me he would take me to the aquarium if I got A’s in all my tests, which I did. 

I grabbed the photo by the nightstand and couldn’t help but smile. I was hugging William’s waist tightly, holding a bag of chips, while he had an arm around me, carrying the giant jellyfish he bought for me. Releasing a deep breath, I place it down and walk downstairs. I tuck the pillow under his head and throw 

the blanket over his body. 

Standing there, I stare at him. The mouth hung open, and limbs threw themselves everywhere in a disorderly manner. “William Yi, what exactly are you doing to me?” Taking a sniff, I wipe the water from my cheeks. “When did Mother Nature decide to make it rain inside?” 

Shaking my head, I walk outside and gently close the door. I grab my phone from my back pocket and 

dial a number. 

asks. 

“Who the fuck wants to go to hell for disturbing me this early on a fucking Saturday?” she groggily 

“Carla, can you introduce me to some guys?” 

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