***ZANE'S POV***I hold on to London's neck, making sure not to press any harder than necessary, I do not want her to pass out. "Now, little human, never fucking threaten me with the news of fucking my men and sending the pictures to me, understood?" I ask my eye boring down on here intensively. London scowls at me and I increase the pressure slightly, making her whimper. "Fuck you, Zane," she says aggressively. This is the peak of it, these are the kind of things that annoy me but with London, I sure have to restrain myself from hurting her. I lean in until our lips are just inches apart and mutter, her breath caressing my skin. "I will fuck you, London, and until I feel your womb shift beneath me, I don't think I would let you go," I tell her. Instantly, I tear the clothes off her body, I know that at the rate at which I manhandle our clothes, we would barely have clothes to wear. Fuck that. I will always buy a new closet of clothes to wear. "No, Zane, d
***LONDON'S POV***I know I am spilling out too much and it isn't even being an hour yet. I wonder what we will discuss before the end of the evening. I finish downing the rest of my beer and grab the third bottle for the evening. I take a sip from the bottle, not eager to let it finish so soon. "So, I scare you, then. I promise to do my best not to scare you," I hear Zane's promises as he lifts his hand to his chest and crosses it as if binding to his promise. "Come on, Zane, that is not what I mean," I cry out snorting. Zane shakes his head, refusing to listen to me. "That is alright, little girl, I get it, for real, and I am not angry that you were being honest with me. Does that count as anything to you?" he questions, turning his head to look at me. I nod the slightest bit, it was impossible to even notice it unless you had your eyes perched against my face. "Did you take my clothes off?" I ask, noting that I wasn't in the clothes Michael had given me to sle
***LONDON'S POV***Zane is giving me this really annoying scowl that says I shouldn't play with him. Of course, I know better than to follow with this crazy idea I am pushing through. "Of-fucking-course not, Zane, I didn't let him touch me," I sigh out. It was only then that I slipped off him and returned my attention to the TV. "Let me get your legs," Zane orders.At first, I gave him this weird look as if to tell him to cut the joke off if he was joking. He clearly wasn't, so, here I was with my legs over this brute of a man's own. To my dismay, he isn't being a prick about it, rather, he is massaging it. Fucking Vincenzo is rubbing my feet. In a normal way, I would find this hilarious, but now, it is... Soothing. I start relaxing gently and soon, I am taking over the weight of sleep.*Hours had passed and it was now night. I wondered about a lot of things, but specifically about Mike. I remembered the trousers I had worn last night and discovered that Michael
***LONDON'S POV***It is just after two a.m. And I have had the most heartwarming sex experience with Zane. We fucked in literally every space in his office. When he had dug his fingers on my ass and squeezed, the shameful moan I had released is still engraved in my head. Thinking about it makes me sigh. Zane is so hot. We slept about an hour ago, thus, Zane would still be asleep. I look at him one last time, making sure his breathing is even before I make my way out of the room. I am wearing a black pair of shorts and a hoodie. Well, I borrowed one from Zane's collection. They are warm and cozy. Slipping my legs into flip-flops, I rush upstairs and to the room where I had left the burner phone. After dinner, I had made sure to allow the kitchen door open, I had distracted Zane from double checking the door for security with the numerous kisses I had peppered his face with. It worked because now, I have a gust of wind blowing on my face and I feel... Peace?I don't
***ZANE'S POV***I push my hand to hug London but I find the side of her bed empty. I frown, wondering where she must have gone to. Shifting on the bed, I scan the bathroom for any signs of light protruding from there but nothing came out. I got angry at once, the frown evident on my face. I start pulling my shorts when I hear a soft clock of the kitchen door open. I know the sound of the door that leads to the yard and when it closes, the scowl on my face grows even darker. Two thoughts slip through my mind: one; that a criminal has entered my house. Two; London must be sneaking in. But why? I wonder, my frown growing perceive. I don't know what she will be doing outside, but if it even happens that she is the one, she is in trouble and she owes me a lot of explanations. I silently slip out of the room and as I open the door, I make sure to creak it as gently as I can. When I see London's shadow making it to the hallway, I brace myself to come inside the room, she doesn't, she c
***LONDON'S POV***I swim for a while, letting the cool sun bath my pale skin. It is beautiful, I actually love it. I don't know how long is spent in the water but I relax, closing my eyes for a while. When the sun hit my skin harder, I swam a little farther into the lake, making sure that the water where I am swimming is shallow enough that I wouldn't drown. I can swim, but not just a keen one, and shallow waters frighten the hell out of me. That is why when I hit my leg on a rock, I don't know I am in dangerous quarters in the lake until I go down really bad. I push my head up for air but I feel choked. I let water enter my nostrils. "Zane! Zane! Somebody help me," I shout as loud as I can get, it is hard with how burning my throat is feeling right now. I know I shouldn't be crying but I cannot help it. I start panicking. The first stage to stay alive in situations like this is to have a cool leveled head. No, I don't let that get to me right now.Swirling my hands eve
***ZANE'S POV***I cannot believe London's last words. She believed she had drowned. As I stare at her, I find it cruelly difficult to piece the words out of my mouth to call her out of her bluff. I feel my face hitting up as I let her go and walk towards the mansion anger burning through her face. "Meet me at home in five minutes. Get some warm clothes on, I don't want you catching a cold," I tell her casually as if she just didn't day something crazy. I know I should be mad at London, I should even be hard on her, but I just can't. For real, I couldn't bring myself to punish her, she had done a lot already. I walked into the kitchen a while later, I had changed into warm outfits, and I was shocked to see London was still not at home. I want to call her out, tell her to leave the lake's side, but I know best to confront my little minx of a woman. London will be the obvious death of me. I start chopping fruits to make a fruit salad bowl, it has just the basic fruit
***LONDON'S POV***I watch Zane's movements as I slide out of my damp clothes. I know I had spent more time than it was necessary by the lake, and despite having almost drowned and Zane asking me to come home, I had disobeyed him, staying out there even some more. I have been a bad girl. I look at the door, thinking that I could make it out before whatever play Zane is suggesting for us goes out of hand. It wouldn't be funny at all. His back is rigid as he chooses a took from his cane rack. I think my head will combust from the heat I am feeling right now. "You don't own me, Zane," I burst out as I fiddle with the last of my clothing. Naked. That is how I am and I feel so vulnerable, starting an argument with a man who is clothed while I am standing a few weeks behind him naked. "You acted like a brat again, London," he says instead, deviating the conversation. I feel my throat tightening with fear as Zane settles his hand on a paddle. All the air seems to disapp