[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 316: From Naughty Plans to Emergency Calls

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: From Naughty Plans to Emergency Calls

~Evric’s POV~

I started giggling alone in my office, unable to express the pure, ridiculous joy bubbling up inside me.

I looked at my phone, still displaying his last message. The man was a menace.

"Zayn is clearly starting what he cannot finish," I muttered to myself, shaking my head with amusement.

I knew exactly how this ’office f*ck’ would go. He’d be demanding and wild for the first two minutes.

Then, one hard thrust later, he’d already be whimpering, "Baby, be gentle! Be gentle!"

He always talked a big game, promising to ruin me, but it was usually me who pushed his limits.

I laughed, knowing the truth of our dynamics. He was all fire and bravado, but I was the one with the endurance.

And honestly, that sweet, immediate submission was half the fun. It made me feel utterly powerful and completely adored.

I laughed again, a full, rumbling sound. He tried his best, though. He truly did, he was trying his absolute best to be the naughty partner, and I loved him deeply for the effort.

He was mine, imperfections and all. And his attempts at mischief always made my day.

I wouldn’t trade his passionate but brief intensity for anything. He was my handsome, sweet, trying-his-best man, and I loved him for every single failed promise of lasting dominance.

The thought of him brought back his father’s memory. Should I tell Zayn that Hudson Smith came to my office? Or should I wait until he contacts me again?

I was scared. The last time I had asked Zayn about his father, the mood was instantly ruined.

I didn’t want the mood ruined now. Not when Zayn was on his way to me, planning a naughty surprise.

That confrontation with Hudson could wait. It was a serious talk that deserved its own space, not to be mixed with our playful excitement.

I put my phone face down. I took a deep breath, focusing only on the paperwork in front of me.

I decided to distract myself with work, determined to be finished and ready when my man arrived. I had an office appointment to keep.

I worked for what felt like hours. When Zayn finally walked in, my heart seized up.

His face was completely dull. His eyes were red, almost looking like he had been crying the entire drive over.

The sight of him instantly killed my excitement.

"Everyone out," I commanded instantly, turning to Jame and the other staff inside my office. "Clear out immediately."

Jame and the rest quickly gathered the files and notes. He was rushing, even holding up one last document for my signature.

"Sir, just sign this final one—"

"I will sign it later," I snapped, standing up.

"Okay, sir." Jame and the staff bowed quickly and hurried out, leaving the office door closed behind them.

I rushed straight to Zayn. "Babe, what’s wrong?"

My first terrified thought was that his father had somehow reached him already. But that wasn’t the case.

He didn’t speak. He just collapsed into my embrace and started to sob uncontrollably.

"Babe, what’s wrong? You are scaring me," I asked, holding him tight.

He finally spoke, the words muffled against my chest. "Please, babe, can you please give me tonight? I will be back tomorrow or probably Saturday."

"What’s wrong? Tell me!"

"I promise, when I’m back, I will do everything you want." His desperation broke my heart.

"You will speak to me first," I insisted, pulling back gently to cup his face.

He took a ragged breath. "Just now, as I reached your company, I was parking my car when my phone rang. It was Meera."

My blood ran cold. "And?"

"She said Liam is in the hospital."

"What?" The word felt impossible, heavy.

He nodded, tears streaming again. "Yes. He’s in the hospital. Meera said Liam’s breathing started being difficult. He suddenly had a high temperature."

"It happened right after he ate shellfish."

"Even though Meera assured me he’s responding to treatment, that he’s getting better, she just had to call me to inform me."

His chest hitched with sobs. "So please, Evric, after hearing that, he pleaded, his body shaking. I can’t just sit here while my son is in the hospital."

"I know what it feels like to have that kind of allergic reaction," he choked out. "And Liam is just too small to be facing the same thing."

"Why does he have to take the same weakness from me? Please, Evric, don’t stop me. I need to go and see my son."

I held him tighter. "Hey. I am not stopping you. Okay?"

"But the way you are trembling right now, you can’t drive on your own."

I let go of him, already grabbing my briefcase. "I will go with you."

I quickly packed my things and called my driver immediately to ready the car.

I cupped Zayn’s face, forcing him to look at me. "Liam will be fine, okay? Just calm down."

"Message Meera or call her to share the hospital location right now."

He nodded, taking out his phone immediately. He called Meera and managed to get the address, his voice shaking the entire time.

I kept a firm hold on his hand as we quickly walked out of my office, down the long hallway to the elevator.

The car was waiting downstairs. Once the location was sent to my driver, the journey started instantly.

I pulled Zayn close, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. "It’s okay, baby. Just calm down. He is strong."

He was still trembling violently. "He’s so small, Evric," he murmured, his voice thick with guilt. "Liam is so small."

"And why does he have to take my weakness?" he choked out, blaming himself. "If I hadn’t had this allergy, Liam wouldn’t be suffering now."

"That is not true," I corrected him instantly, rubbing his back. "Stop it. It is not your fault, Zayn. You didn’t choose this for him."

"It’s just terrible luck, darling. That’s all."

"But it’s my allergy," he insisted, the tears starting again. "It came from me."

"It’s genetics, baby. It’s not a flaw, and it’s certainly not your fault," I reiterated firmly. "Meera said he is already responding to treatment. He is strong, just like his father."

"Liam is going to be absolutely fine. You need to breathe for him, okay? He needs you to be steady."

I kept running my hand soothingly over his back, repeating quiet affirmations and reassurances until his shaking finally began to subside.

He just clung to me, burying his face deeper into my chest.

"We should be there soon," I murmured, kissing the top of his head. "We’re going to see him soon. Okay."

He hugged me fiercely, burying his face in my neck. "Okay," he murmured.

We faced the rest of the journey in silence, united in worry, but grounded in our embrace.

The drive was long, the tension in the car almost suffocating, but finally, we arrived at the hospital.

I paused before we opened the door, turning to Zayn. "Listen to me," I said, my gaze steady. "You are the man here. You need to be strong for Liam."

"You cannot break down in front of Meera. And stop blaming yourself, it is not your fault."

He took a deep breath, pulling his shoulders back slightly. "Okay," he nodded, his voice steadying.

With that final affirmation, we held hands tightly and walked together into the brightly lit, sterile corridors of the hospital.