Chapter 180: Chapter 180: A Father’s Blessing and an Unexpected Night
~Zayn’s POV~
Then Rogan gestured toward the door. "Go on, stand up and call Evric in for me."
I rose quickly, my heart still pounding with the weight of everything he’d said. Opening the door, I called softly, "Babe, you can come in now."
Evric stepped inside, looking between his father and me, unsure of what had happened. Rogan’s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
"I’ve approved your relationship with Zayn."
For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Evric’s eyes widened, light flickering in them like dawn breaking through clouds. He turned toward me immediately, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. "Babe..." he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and joy.
But before he could say more, Rogan continued, his tone firm yet calm. "The reason I did all this, the tests, the questions, was because of that boy who cheated on you before..."
Evric quickly cut in, shaking his head. "Father, I understand. I understand why you did that."
Rogan nodded slowly. "I never hated you for who you love, Evric. I only doubted that love between two men could be genuine. The people you and Evans were with before never proved me wrong... but Zayn did."
Then Evric’s throat narrowed as he said, "Father, I want to sincerely apologize for the way I spoke to you the last time..."
Rogan raised a hand gently, cutting him off. "You don’t have to apologize for defending someone you love. I understand that. But no matter what, you can’t speak to me like that again."
Evric nodded humbly. "I understand, sir."
Rogan turned to me again, his tone softening. "And I should apologize, too—for the harsh things I said and the way I tested you. I just didn’t want to spend my old age worrying about my son’s heart."
A tiny smile tugged at my lips. "Thank you, sir."
After a while, their conversation shifted toward business, Rogan reminding Evric about the Dubai project and the pending launch. I quietly stood up, letting them continue that part alone.
When I stepped out into the living room, the scent of lunch lingered. The maid was setting the table, and Evric’s mother turned toward me with a bright smile.
"So, he finally gave his approval?" she asked warmly.
I nodded, still a little dazed. "Yes... he did."
She chuckled softly. "It’s been a rough journey, hasn’t it?"
I smiled, a deep sense of relief washing through me. "It has... but here we are."
"Good," she said, reaching out to pat my hand. "You proved to him that you love Evric just as much as Evric loves you. And that’s what matters."
Just as I was still chatting with Evric’s mom, my phone buzzed.
Evric: Babe, come. I’m done with Father.
I smiled and typed back, Come to the living room.
A few seconds later, another message came in.
Evric: Come, babe. I want to show you something.
I replied quickly, I’m having a conversation with your mom right now.
Before I could even send another word, Evric appeared, walking into the living room with that familiar half-smile. He reached for my hand and said softly, "Mom, we’ll be back."
Without giving me a chance to protest, he led me toward the staircase. We climbed the long, elegant stairs together until we stopped before a door at the far end of the hallway.
"Babe," he said, turning the handle, "this is my room."
He flung the door open and I was swallowed by pure, cinematic luxury. Floor‑to‑ceiling glass framed the city, sheer drapes barely stirring. A low platform bed rose, swathed in ivory silk, crowned with navy‑gold pillows. A crystal chandelier threw rainbows across marble walls, while a brushed‑gold table held a single, flawless orchid. Sandalwood and linen scented the warm, under‑floor‑heated air.
Every detail, from the brushed‑metal hardware to the hand‑tufted rug in muted taupe, felt curated, intimate, and unmistakably his.
As I stepped further in, Evric wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me close. His breath brushed my ear, and I could feel his cock pressed against my rear hard and thick with emotion.
"Babe," I spoke softly.
"Yes," he murmured, his lips grazing the side of my neck. He already knew what I wanted to say, but before I could speak, he said softly, "I’m not breaking my punishment... I just want to feel you."
He inhaled deeply, breathing me in, then pressed a slow kiss against my neck. "Babe, I’m..."
I turned slightly and cut him off, chuckling. "Don’t even say you’re horny."
He laughed quietly against my skin, his voice low and tender. "I’m not," he whispered. "I just wanted to say I’m happy... and, okay," his lips brushed my ear, "I’m also horny. Happy-horny."
He pulled back a little to look at me, his eyes dancing, waiting for my reaction.
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. "Happy-horny? That’s a new one," I teased, shaking my head.
"Come, check this," he said suddenly, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
Curious, I followed as he walked toward the bed. But before I could ask what he was showing me, he gently caught my wrist, tugging me closer, and in one smooth motion pushed me down onto the mattress. He leaned over me, his weight warm and familiar, his breath quickening.
"Babe," he murmured, eyes glinting with playful desperation, "I want you. I’m horny."
I blinked up at him, my cheeks heating. "Didn’t you promise you wouldn’t break your punishment?" I reminded him, raising an eyebrow.
"I’m not breaking it," he said quickly, pouting like a kid caught red-handed. "I’m just asking for a little break... just a few minutes, then I’ll go right back to serving my punishment after."
I laughed harder, pushing lightly at his chest. "There’s no such thing as a few minutes. You’re serving your punishment, unless you want me to add more weeks to it."
The moment I said that, he scrambled off me dramatically, hands up in surrender, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
I smiled, sitting up and straightening my clothes. "Good choice," I teased.
Trying to change the subject, Evric reached for a small stack of framed photos on his dresser. "Come here," he said softly, handing one to me. "Let me show you this..."
I walked over and took the picture from his hands. It was a younger Evric with his mother, standing in front of the mansion’s garden.
After we finished upstairs, we went back down to the living room. Evric’s parents were already seated at the dining table, looking like they were about to eat together.
"Come and eat before you go," she said warmly, motioning toward the food.
But Evric shook his head gently. "Not today, Mom. We’re heading back home."
She frowned slightly. "Why the rush, son? It’s been so long since you visited."
Evric smiled, taking her hand. "I know, Mom. We’ll come back soon, I promise. Next time, we’ll stay longer."
After a short goodbye and a few more motherly reminders from her, we greeted both of his parents and headed out.
Inside the car, I turned to him. "I’ll stop by the restaurant," I said. "I still need to check on a few things before closing."
He nodded. "That’s fine. I also need to handle something real quick. I’ll be back before late night."
I didn’t think much of it and just smiled. "Okay. Don’t stay out too late."
When we arrived at my restaurant, his driver pulled over, and I stepped out, waving at Evric through the window. "See you later, babe."
He winked and smiled before the car drove off.
Later that night, after I got home and took a shower, I texted him.
Where are you?
An hour passed before my phone buzzed. His reply was short.
I won’t be coming back tonight, baby. Goodnight.