Chapter 66. Sex...Sex...Sex...

Zayn pushed open the door to his suite, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion. The quiet hum of the air conditioning filled the room, but it did nothing to ease the tension riding through his vein.

Roman, who had been sitting in the outer suite with his arms crossed, immediately got to his feet when Zayn stepped in as his eyes narrowed.

“Why did it take you so long?” Roman asked, his tone sharper than he intended.

Zayn paused just inside the doorway, rubbing his temple as if he could massage away the frustration that had been building all night. He didn’t want to explain anything yet.

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow,” he muttered, his voice clipped. He didn’t wait for a reply as he walked past Roman, straight toward the bedroom.

Roman stood there, lips pressed into a thin line as his gaze lingered on Zayn’s retreating back. He opened his mouth as if to press further, but stopped himself. Instead, he exhaled slowly, shook his head, and turned away. With one