[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 262: Daddy, I Missed You

~Zayn’s POV~

"Babe," I said, caught off guard by the question.

"I just need to know," he pressed, his eyes locked on mine. "Do you still feel anything for her?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

I looked at him, my gaze steady and sincere. "Babe, I feel nothing for her. She’s in my past. I just think we need to talk things through now that the truth is out. You have nothing to worry about." I reached up, gently stroking his cheek. "So let go of all those unnecessary thoughts."

Evric stared at me for a long moment, processing my words, before his tension eased. A warm, beautiful smile broke through. "Okay, baby."

The crisis averted, the mood instantly lightened. We were silent for a moment, and I realized where the conversation was about to go next: Nantam.

I decided to veto the discussion. I stood up. "I don’t want to talk about that right now," I said. "I’m going to prepare dinner."

Evric stood up with me, sliding his arms around my waist. "I’ll help you," he offered.

I laughed, teasing him. "What exactly can you help me with, sir?"

"I could watch you and admire you while you’re cooking," he said, smiling.

"That’s not cool," I protested playfully. "It’s time you learned how to cook!"

He immediately agreed. "If you teach me, I’m ready to learn." We both laughed, the sound warm and easy.

We entered the kitchen, and I found a simple task to start him on. I tried to teach Evric some basic chopping techniques, but he kept asking distracting, ridiculous questions.

"Like this, Evric? Does the knife go fast or slow? Is this how professional chefs do it?"

I laughed until I couldn’t focus. I finally stopped him, taking his large hands and guiding them to the sink. I washed them gently, dried them with a towel, and pushed him toward the barstools.

"Just stop," I said, kissing his forehead. "Go and sit down and wait for me until I’m done."

Evric frowned dramatically. "I would rather stay and watch you cook."

"Fine," I warned him, pointing a finger. "If you stay, you cannot disturb me. No more questions!"

He promised, solemnly nodding. But of course, the moment I turned back to the cutting board, he was right behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing a line of soft, quick kisses along my neck.

"Just kidding," he murmured, burying his face in my shoulder. He kept kissing me, playing, making it impossible to focus on the herbs.

"Evric!" I giggled, trying to pull away but loving the weight of him. "Stop, Daddy!"

Evric froze, then threw his head back and laughed, a full, delighted sound. "I missed that!" he breathed, holding me tighter. "I missed you calling me Daddy. I can’t wait to have that moment with you again."

I smiled, blushing against his chest, and didn’t reply.

He kept teasing, playing with the edge of my shirt. "Do you miss the moment, baby? Huh? Do you miss it?" he asked, peppering my ear with soft kisses.

I remained silent, just leaning into his warmth.

He kept asking, his voice low and cute, until I finally relented with a quiet, small sound. "Hmm."

"Say it louder," he whispered, and then his hand slid down, gently cupping my cock.

I flinched at the sudden heat, my breath catching. "Yes!" I finally agreed, the word coming out as a breathless sigh. "Yes, I miss it."

He kissed my neck deeply, triumphantly, and my heart melted. We stood there, swaying slightly in the warmth of the kitchen, forgetting the dinner, the outside world, and everything else, just consumed by our own sweet, overwhelming love.

Finally, with much less help from Evric than promised, dinner was ready. I set the dining table and called Kai to join us. The three of us ate in a rare, quiet silence—a silence that felt less awkward than reflective, processing the tumultuous week.

Afterward, Kai retreated to the living room, and Evric and I went inside. We had our shower separately, I lingered a moment under the hot spray and then slipped into bed. We played for a while, tossing a pillow back and forth and laughing at nothing, the simple intimacy a relief after the day’s heavy emotional load.

The laughter faded, and we settled, lying chest-to-chest. Evric’s gaze drifted down, lingering on my lips. He paused, fought an internal battle, and then pulled back, resting his head against the pillow.

"Let’s sleep," he murmured, his voice thick.

"Kiss me," I whispered, leaning in.

Evric gently resisted, holding my face in his hands. "We should sleep. If I kiss you, I won’t be able to stop myself."

I smiled, teasing him, running my thumb along his jawline. "I’m not asking you to stop."

"I’m not doing it now," he said firmly, though his eyes were dark with desire.

"Why?" I asked, confused by his determined control.

A slow, happy smile spread across his face. "I’m keeping my promise. Until the night of the three-month mark, baby."

My heart fluttered. "You really look forward to this three-month night, don’t you? What is going to happen?"

"You’ll see," he said, his smile widening. "Until that night."

We both laughed softly, a shared secret hanging in the air. He pulled me close, wrapping me tightly in his arms. We cuddled, secure and loved, and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, we woke up late, dressed quickly, and found Kai finishing his breakfast.

"Hey, guys," Kai said. "I’m heading out with my team later today. Finished up everything I came for."

"Okay," I said. "When you go, just lock the door and put the key in the usual spot under the planter."

Evric dropped me off at the restaurant first, giving me a quick kiss before he left for his own work.

The restaurant was silent now, the last traces of the evening crowd long gone. Plates had been cleared, chairs neatly pushed under the tables, and the dim lights cast long shadows across the polished floor. It was late, far past the usual rush.

Meera appeared at the entrance, her expression a mix of nerves and determination. I led her to a secluded corner table, the hush of the empty restaurant pressing around us.

"Thank you for meeting me, Zayn," she said.

"Thank you for being here, Meera," I replied. "I need to talk to you about the past."

We spoke for a long time, meticulously going over the entire scenario of our breakup, the suspicious text messages, the lavish gifts, and the feeling that she had suddenly outgrown me. I confessed everything I had learned about Nantam’s malicious orchestration, how he had manipulated the entire situation to drive a wedge between us.

I finally reached the hardest part. "I was wrong, Meera. I was so convinced you betrayed me because I thought you cared more about status than our relationship. I apologize for believing the worst in you. My friend was the reason everything fell apart, and I regret never trusting you enough to question it."

Meera’s eyes welled up. "It’s okay, Zayn," she whispered, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "Now that the truth is out, and you’ve forgiven me, that’s what matters."

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to our joined hands before looking back at me, her expression hopeful and vulnerable. "Zayn, I’m still single. Now that we know the truth... will you consider us getting back together?"