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Daddy Zane Chapter 38
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 39
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 40
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 41
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 42
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 43
***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
Daddy Zane Chapter 44
***LONDON'S POV***The room is spinning when I open my eyes. It takes me a few minutes to realize that it is not the room that is spinning. I am having a bad headache. My entire body hurts. I feel tears start prickling my eyes when I feel Zane's movement shifts. He had been leaning against the vanity, his eyes on me. "You are awake," he states the obvious making little steps towards me. I don't say anything. My body is already in a lot of pain, I can't even think of challenging Zane right now. "How do you feel? I applied a balm while you were asleep, I hope the burn in your ass isn't as bad as we think, huh?" he says staring at me as if he wasn't sure of what my reaction would be. I nod. Zane doesn't seem satisfied with that response, he sits on the bed and looks at me. "How are you feeling, little girl?" he asks his grip on my hand gently but his voice wasn't indicating anything like that. "Let go of me, Zane. I just want my brother, Micah. I wish I could be a
Daddy Zane Chapter 45
***ZANE'S POV***I know London is lying to me but I cannot prove it. She has grown a loud tendency to do that a lot.I can not afford my woman lying to me. It means she can equally trade information about me to my enemy, and pull me downward. I hate the thought of that in my own head. As I patrol the rooms on the third floor of the mansion, they seem normal to me, and I sigh, going back to my room to sulk. I spent the next three hours in my room, working on my desk on some files about the club. It doesn't stop the fact that I hear the music blazing the speakers downstairs. My men are having a party and London is in their midst. I know I can't go there and throw them out because they are being nice to the woman I was being a prick to. It is not my fault, I am used to being aggressive and not tender, but London just knows how to turn all those gentle sides of mine into mush. It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love. Love. That is a new one.
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