But deep in my heart, I already knew… Zayn wasn't going to escape what I had planned for that pool.
A few minutes later, we made our way to my private poolside suite, the one I'd already declared completely off-limits. I'd told every staff member to stay far away, and I'd even warned Nuala not to be stubborn enough to sneak around. I wanted this space locked down, no interruptions. The moment belonged to us.
When we stepped inside, Zayn's gaze swept across the room, his brow creasing with confusion. From his point of view, it was just an expanse of polished marble flooring, smooth, elegant, unbroken. Not even a hint of water.
He didn't know what I knew: this wasn't just a floor. Beneath it lay my hidden pool, the kind designed to disappear beneath glass and marble panels, a secret oasis for those who could afford such extravagance.
Zayn turned to me, lifting an eyebrow.
"Evric… you said this is your poolside."
