***LONDON'S POV***TWO MONTHS LATERIt has been two fucking months of living hidden with Oliver and Michael.I don't know what is happening outside of this old dilapidated looking mansion from the outside, but inside, I had developed fondness for Oliver and Michael. We shared chores amongst ourselves but on under no condition was I ever to go outside, or let my face even be seen. My baby bump was more than visible now. On a few occasions I went out, Oliver had prepared a doctor to run checkout on me in private which he had done so nicely. "I need to go our, Oliver. I am running mad already," I say flushing. Michael chuckles from the couch and I shoot him daggers with my eyes.They had gone through my pregnancy with me, offering me the weirdest shit that ever exist in history. "Come on, London, I have a solution for you. We could go clubbing, but it would take about two hours drive to get there. We can't risk your face in any of the clubs here. Especially as your husband owns alm
***LONDON'S POV***I cried myself to sleep, and by the time I wake up, I see the familiar face of Zane staring at me. "London," he calls out, his eyes softening. "No, Zane. I have to go back," I cry out and he doesn't understand why. "Did you hit your head or something? You are were you are supposed to be, with me," he mutters. I know if I have to protect Zane, I would have to say harsh words to him. "No, Zane. I don't," I grit out. "Is it because of some dude with sandy brown hair? For fuck's sake, I saw the way he ground his groin against you, you weren't dancing, you were cheating on me," Zane spits out. "Don't fucking talk to me like that, Zane. You don't know what I have been through for you," I say warningly. "And what is that? Whore yourself like a bitch?" he shoots out and I slap Zane across the face. "I might have left you, but I was with men who truly loved me. They gave me the best I could have asked for, not spank me or punish me," I cry out. Zane gasp,
***ZANE'S POV***"What's going on, doctor? Why is she passing out?" I ask staring at my wife's pale face. "She is not going through this well. If we don't do a C-section now, she and the baby might not survive," he explains. "Oh shit! I just had her back, doctor, I can't lose her," I wail. "You will have to step outside, Mr. Vincenzo. The faster we save her and the baby, the more likely we will close the risk of losing them," he explains. I am escorted outside where I join my men in the waiting room. "I thought you went to help your wife deliver your baby, what happened?" Micah asks, concern filled his voice."She's going into a C-section now. London was so weak to push," I say. "It must be from all the baby girl treatment she received from the last few months. I heard she was with her ex," Micah shoots out. I balled my hands into fists but I don't try to punch him. That wouldn't be a good move right now. "Shut the fuck up, Micah, that's not going to help," I mouthed. "Nope,
***LONDON'S POV***I know the minute Zane stepped out of that bedroom door that things were bad. I knew that whatever was going to happen, this man wouldn't forgive me as well. Walking downstairs, I hear Reaper saying it. "Two shipment cars went down today. We don't know what happened. No one was seen doing the act. It's like the car was punctured before that," Reaper says angrily, and I hear something crack inside the office. "Who are you suspecting?" Zane ask."Michael? He left a note warning you, that worse is going to come in the next few days," Reaper says. My chest was about breaking from it's cage right now. My heart was punctured, nothing even made sense as my breathing was ragged. I was so mad about these men taking their threats on ruining Zane so personal that I didn't hear the click on the door. If Zane hadn't had caught me, I would have come crashing on the ground with my full force. Our eyes meet and he glares at me with betrayal. "Something you want t
The group of pajama-clad girls giggled as London turned off the lights, rendering the dorm room completely dark. The pitch inky blackness was punctuated with one single candle flickering on the window sill. London took a swig from the bottle of cheap vodka being passed around the group and sat down to rejoin her friends. The half-dozen girls sat in a circle on the floor surrounding a cardboard store-bought ouija board. One by one the girls belligerently asked the “spirits” in the room to answer questions, most of which involved boys and sex. When it was her turn, London closed her eyes, drumming up dramatic effect, and asked her question. “Will I get knocked up this year?” She bellowed in a creepy voice, mocking the faux scary seance. London didn’t believe for one second in the existence of anything supernatural. She only believed in partying, of which she was an expert. As long as the booze was flowing London was up for anything, even a stupid seance in
Her skin stretched to the point she thought she might pop. London stared in horror as the spawn moved beneath her taut bump. “How is this even happening?” Her mind raced trying to figure out what he had done to her. Before London could wrap her brain around an answer, agonizing pain radiated from her core, spreading throughout her body. The devil removed its tentacles from between her legs and stared intently at her gaping gash. As the pain became more intense, pressure built against her hips. London tried to cry out, but the probe in her mouth muffled her. She could feel something big bulging out of her raw pussy. A dark essence oozed from her slit, growing bigger as it emerged. London couldn’t believe her eyes as the heavy streams of black smoke rose from between her legs and hovered next to her beastly lover. She felt like she was being split in two while the spawn escaped her body. Her stomach deflated as the smoky black demon emerged from her, takin
“Bleeding money London! Our numbers are down for the third straight quarter. I will not have this debate with you again. Thank God Zane is willing to take time out of his schedule to straighten this mess out!” Reaper bellowed in her ear, hanging up the phone before London could argue back. Reaper Wallant was thirty years her senior and treated her like an insolent child. London boiled with rage as she slammed down the receiver. Her hand fished in the shiny cup on her desk, pulling the neatly sharpened pencils out one by one, snapping each one between her fingers while imagining her daddy's neck. If her status hadn’t made up so much of the fabric of her identity, London would have left the old bastard years ago.** Rage poured out of London like hot molten lava as she blazed an angry path back to her office from the board room. Oliver Smith had just brought down the hammer that Reaper Wallant had supplied. The business was to be liquidated and parceled ou
Zane shifted on his chair as London glided into his office like a dove. Her luscious curves teasing him as she bent down to shelve a file in the bottom drawer of the cabinet. He could feel himself beginning to swell in his cage and quickly crossed his legs, desperately trying to quell his evident desire."Is London on her way? The party is already going on in the conference room," London asked, giving her boss the not so subtle hint that she wanted to cut out early and join the fun."Uh, yes, of course, she wouldn't miss it," A startled Zane replied, blushing as London had noticed his eyes glued to her backside. His wife was indeed on her way to the retirement party, but only out of obligation for being a spouse of upper management. London had no clue in the world who the retiring Roger Williamson was, but as Zane's wife, she had to make an appearance.Zane sighed as bit into the overly sweet marble cake, obsessively glancing at the glass lobby doors for any sign of his tardy wife. He