I paced around the living room. Ghazi had texted me earlier telling me that Zal got hurt and that he was going to get home a bit later than when he was scheduled for. My mind was so caught up in the thought of him getting hurt that I replied to Ghazi’s text with a simple thank you. Deep down I knew that Ghazi mostly kept things in the dark for me. He’d done it more times than I could remember. This was maybe why it didn’t work between us. Among other things.
At that moment I realized that Zal wouldn’t shield me from the truth. I knew how dangerous his work was and I knew for sure that he’d tell me if I asked. The man wouldn’t shield me knowing that it was better for me to know the real situation so I could be more prepared.
It took me another hour of stewing my thoughts with a bottle of cold beer until I finally called Zal. As predicted, the man didn’t pick up his phone. Then I called Bear and Chip to the penthouse and demanded
I couldn’t keep my grin when I saw Oscar was studying several YouTube tutorials on how to change a bandage. Honestly, it was not that hard, but obviously, my man wanted to get it right. And with all of his effort from watching those videos, I had the most pleasant experience as he changed my bandage without any pain at all. Not that a little pain would bother me, but he was really good at the job and I know he’d be welcome to nurse me to health anytime.Well, he did promise me all the sponge baths when we got home because he wanted to take me home immediately.“I don’t like this shady place. I want you to be safe and up in our penthouse, I know you’ll be safe.” He kissed my lips and I groaned when my morning wood greeted me. He had just finished brushing his teeth and assisted me with my toothbrush, not that I needed him to but still I let him take care of me.Oscar looked so beautiful with his morning hair and still sleepy ey
The ride back to our place was filled with kisses while I kept on grinding on his lap. I hugged him tight, kissed him deeper though I didn’t let our intimacy past that. I wanted Zal to know that I was it for him too, and I didn’t want sex to be the focus after his confession. So we cuddled and kissed. A fucking lot.The thought that he had a son who was taken away from him makes my heart break for Zal. The tough exterior makes it harder for me to believe that he has a softer side, but listening to his story, I know he does. To think that his fiance cheated and took his son, I’d say I’d shoot the guy too if I was in his place. Hell, maybe I shoot the woman too. However, I think Zal spared her life because she’s the mother of his son.“Wait, I thought we were going straight to the penthouse?”“You think all those kisses and cuddles will let me forget about our little stop to the piercing studio?”“
It has been three weeks since we got back from my visit to Doc Stevens the night I got hurt and the Doc stitched me up. The wound healed perfectly, but it was still tender and I still have to be careful not to get into a situation where I might tear back the wound. But Oscar was pleased with my healing process and that was what mattered the most.The nights we spent together were too damn perfect and mornings couldn’t be better when I woke up with Oscar sleeping peacefully with his arm wrapped around my body as if he was protecting me from any further harm.It was too damn cute that I decided to go under the sheets and give my full attention to his morning wood. I groaned when his legs dropped against my shoulder and pulled me closer to his groin. The man still sounded sleepy as he moved to shove himself deeper into my throat.“Zal...what time is it?” He asked with his deep throaty morning voice.“It’s time to cum, beautiful,
After things escalated between us and Riggs, I was basically addicted to the idea of having someone watch us. I was over the sofa, flat against the wall, on top, on my side, and ugh...my favorite one was when I lay cozily under my fiance. Every position we could think of we tried and with Riggs as our thirsty voyeur, let’s just say our imagination had gone wild. Meh...mostly me, simply because I used to be the shy one of them all.One week later, Riggs had to go back home to take care of his sick aunt. Not wanting my libido to take a step back, Zal introduced me to his club. The kink club where he was a member. It was also where he met Riggs and actually saved the young man last year when he was about to be assaulted in the back alley of the shady club.Two weeks had passed, and we were in bliss with me having constantly pleased sexually. We managed to keep busy without Riggs between us. The sex club alone gets me all hot and horny that when we were finally home,
“Oscar, it’s nice to see you again. It’s been too long.” Remy greeted us at the door. I know he and Oscar had known each other intimately, and I assumed it was one of those things that made everything awkward for him.“Zal, come in, you can go straight to Ghazi’s office. He’s been waiting for you.” I looked at Oscar, the man nodded and let Remy lead him into the lounge. I was proud of myself for spanking the brat out of my Oscar. His cheeks flushed beautifully when he looked at me earlier in the car as we were about to go to Ghazi’s. I could see his inner battle and was loving that he finally relented to my decision. In our heated argument, I hadn’t lied to him that I did want to show off my fiance to my cousin. I want Oscar to know that I was serious, that I love him, and that I want to be his last. His forever.“Ah, my dearest cousin, you look damn happy, and a bit smug,” Ghazi smirked, looking a
The flight to Vegas didn’t take long while I ate with a nervous stomach. It helped that Ghazi and Remy gave us some privacy after dinner by sitting across the aisle from us. It was not much, but it helped calm down my nerves.I still have no idea how Zal managed to persuade me to fly with him to Vegas to marry him. My family will surely disown me when they find out. Though thinking about it more, I realized that I had made up my mind and chose Zal before them. I wanted to be happy. Looking across the aisle at Remy and Ghazi, I know I would be looking at my future with Zal as my husband. I could finally have what they have. I have been wearing his ring anyway, I might as well take the final leap and marry my man.We all changed into our suits after dinner. The suits I didn’t know he packed, along with an overnight bag for our brief honeymoon Zal had planned behind my back.“Oh, Zal, this is perfect,”When I thought about Vegas weddi
The next day I woke up with my new husband’s leg wrapped around mine. Last night we spent hours professing our eternal love for each other. We ended up in the shower to rinse the sweat and cum before getting back on the bed and holding Oscar as he drifted off to sleep.“Morning, baby,”“Mmhm...morning,” Oscar greeted me with a small peck on my lips as I handed him the steaming hot coffee I made minutes earlier after I woke up and called room service for our breakfast.“How are you feeling?”“Like I just got married and my new sexy husband needs to get naked and present me with breakfast.” He said with a deadpan expression before he drank his coffee. I laughed and set it aside beside my cup, pulling his still-naked body to straddle mine.“I love you, my dear husband. I’m ordering breakfast. It’ll be here soon, We’ll eat then we do the sexy stuff. How’s that?”
The happiness didn’t last long, not when I heard my dad’s ringtone. Yes, I know Zal would make fun of me for the Darth Vader ringtone, though my mind was occupied with other things. Such us the implication that I haven’t gone back to the office since I emailed dearest Dad my resignation letter. The resignation letter that he just must’ve read knowing it would be buried with other more important emails in his inbox.“Son, what is the meaning of your resignation letter? You’re the heir. You can’t just quit the family business! And why was I notified that your name popped up in Vegas and our lawyer informing that you’d gone off and got married to a man?”“Dad, I love him. I know you would never agree so I quit,”“Fucking hell, Oscar, you do not go off and marry some thug in Vegas. We are a respectable family. If you really need to marry a man at least married the well bred ones. There are plent