Chapter - 8

"No magazines want the pictures, my love," Zak announced his wretched state as the mail he'd read on his screen. 

"What to do now?" He leered at her, the wind hurled outside with its pack of stone falling. 

"Perhaps I think you should try to search for a job that could help us to find an apartment so that we could live together, don't you think?" Her words had the suppressed vehemence which seemed she concealed it for a great long time. Though her words went like a bullet to him, he'd loved the great taste of photography. 

"You know I love this profession," 

"But you can't earn anything with it, I'm not trying to hurt your feelings but you don't have the eye to click pictures I think," though she said she had no intention of lying within herself to hurt him but it did hurt his vehemence for his profession. 

"What're you trying to say?" 

"I'm not saying anything, it's just there are guys who don't belong to the field they aspire to be in, and I think the same is the case, it would be great if you try to find a real job that would pay us, don't you think?" Suddenly the rage walked up to his eyes, he was fine hitherto her lips spit the harsh words. 

"Please stop, you don't know how much you're hurting me here," she walked up to him and splayed her hands around his neck from behind. 

"Oh Zak, I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm just saying the truth," 

"How about you get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone for a bit?" Slowly she restrained her hands from him and leered at him. 

"Why are you getting so worked up now?!" 

"Listen, I just want to be alone right now, let me be, okay?" As she locked her eyes on him, the poignant feelings gathered more and more within herself. 

"Okay then, fuck it!" Soon her presence deserted him and he was alone as he desired to be, the vehemence and poignant formed together inside him and he couldn't asunder it, soon his palm struck the table beside him, making his hand sore, and he forbearance his thoughts running around, he stayed at the moment then splayed his fingers onto the keyboard. he added the sentence, "The Perfect Zoo," and a nice lady in her brassiere welcomed him. He'd smiled and started exploring. The magazine was evidently formed to arouse the pervertery beneath the men and it did to him as well, though the intention of him in the website had hazed away but it did return soon enough, he'd walked to the submission page then read the submission guidelines, as he read the guides, the thoughts of her rummaged inside his mind, how she was insecure for her own, body though having a nice one, still, she'd tend to cover it as much as she can even when they travelled to the beach under the hot sun, she'd wore the short paints and a long sleeve shirt, her peculiarities had its enough effect on him and now he was tired of it and her words that had the harsh reality hidden behind that he didn't like about the money earnings. The smile hindered his pervertery eyes as he dispersed into the files, he'd begun to distinguish the naked pictures of her that he clicked a few days ago, her body that did nothing but aroused the desire within him, his anger had stayed beneath him hitherto but now the poignant aroused in as he'd had asked her to go. He leered at her curvy body and her eyes that shone with the lights of his camera, the ocean that had its waves rattling in an awe of her body. He selected one in which the sand stayed beneath her, her legs crossed over as she was seated on the beach, her hands were behind her, balancing her upper weight fully. The dim sunlight reflected on her body and her wet hair fluttered with the wind. Her look had the pervertery breath, she was biting her bottom lip lightly with a smile peeking through. Though the amount of urge to satisfy himself was in great but he'd decided to not do that, instead, he uploaded the picture and then moved to the submit click, as the cursor reached the submit button, he didn't hesitate at all and smashed the submit button. His eyes locked on the screen as it revealed the notification that popped on. "Thank You for your submission, we'll survey it and get back to you as soon as possible." 

Zak walked with his scath hands, the blood that was in his fingers wasn't his, it was of Lucas as he'd punished him in the forest already. The wind hurled but the rain ceased to fall anymore. The intention of him still rummaging out of her apartment was to apologise, still, he'd had not expected his apology to be pummeled down by her as she had already been done that earlier so many times, but this time Zak had made up his mind to not move a budge from the outside of her room until she cherished his sorry. As he stepped on the stairs, the sweetest memory of her ascended on him, her smile that he used to see every time, oh how much he misses it, he walked up the stairs then heard the gate as it sliced open. It was her who walked out. Zak quickly hid himself behind the wall and served his eyes to keep looking at her. She gasped the long and stiller breaths then moved herself to the door of her neighbour. The wind threw itself to her as it smoothed her hair. Soon enough she rose her fingers and let the doorbell shout inside the neighbour's room. The perky air had its own prescient sadness for him, Zak stayed there for a moment as she rang the doorbell again, then soon enough as the door opened, it announced the presence of the neighbourhood, It was Lucas! Zak spotted the smile on her cheeks then she deserted the hallway and went inside the room of Lucas.