~Maya’s POV~
Zion and I entered an extremely large and tall skyscraper made entirely of glass. Zion held my hand as we walked in the middle of the two lines while people scrambled to form a straight line. He did this when we were walking in between the two lines. Everyone appeared to be taken aback by the fact that Zion was holding my hand. Indeed, Zion is a well-known and well-respected character all across the world. He showed me the way to his office, where he assisted me in sitting down and brought me a pillow so that I may be as comfortable as possible. The manner that which this man loves me makes me question whether or not I am worthy of his affection. For me, Zion is more like an older brother, and I would consider myself to be his younger sister. He looks out for me and loves me very much. I’m not sure what good deeds I performed in a previous life to merit having a husband who is as loving as Zion in this one. He is a lion on the outside, but Zion has a huge heart and is also a big baby. I sit while he works at his desk. After that, my gaze moved to the desk in front of him. It was a picture of me and Zion. My eyes were closed, and I gave off the appearance of being extremely intoxicated. I needed a better look at the picture, so I rose up to gain a better vantage point. A scowl formed on my face in response to seeing that photo.
“Zion Archer, I don’t understand why you would have something like this displayed in front of your desk.” After laughing, he looked at me, then returned his attention to the picture, and finally began laughing once more.
“You don’t understand. This picture is my favorite.”
“Are you kidding me? In this picture, I look like I am orgasming. Look at my eyes. ”
“Well, considering that you were pleading with me to take your virginity, it’s possible that the way I look gave you an orgasmic experience.”
“Zion!”
“Baby, this picture means so much to me. You might see it as a picture where you are orgasming, but baby, on this day, I met my wife. We don’t do things as normal people do, so most people won’t understand, yet I have a very good grasp on what’s going on in this photo despite the fact that most people won’t. The first night I met the woman who become my wife, she was also a virgin. She threw up on me and tormented me. It took everything I had to resist the want to fuck you when I saw you wearing that red lingerie under that coat. I stifled my gag reflex the entire time I was washing you. I had such a strong want to fuck you, but I didn’t want you to be confused about who took your vCard, so I refrained from touching you. You might have seen how desperately you pleaded with me.” He gave a chuckle.
“Zion Archer, I thought you were working.” He gave me a grin while maintaining eye contact with me. He then shut down his laptop.
“Let’s go.” He extended his hand to me as we exited his office. When we exited his office, there were paparazzi following us around shooting pictures at every turn. Zion made a bad situation even worse for me by giving me a passionate kiss in front of the media, and I had no doubt that those lips would be captured on camera. He took me around the city, and I was so tired of walking when suddenly Zion backed me up. The embarrassment I felt being backed by him, but this husband of mine had no shame. We proceeded to one of the more upscale restaurants, and as we were about to sit down to dine, Zion went in search of a seat at which I could stretch out my muscles and relax my body. Zion excused himself to go to the restroom. I decided not to hold my breath and wait for him. Due to the fact that I was quite hungry, I made the decision to start eating. Someone was standing in front of me just as I was going to take a bite to eat. When I finally met their gaze, my eyes were immediately drawn to Kelly Martins and the person who appeared to be her friend. I couldn’t help but stare at them. Kelly was looking at me as if I were a piece of art while she stood in front of me and cast an unwelcome glare in my direction.
It made me feel awkward and out of place, which was not a pleasant sensation. It’s not that I want her to be nice to me or anything like that. Even though she exudes sophistication and sophistication itself, I can see through her. There is a street card player hiding behind that sophisticated appearance. Why do I need to bother? My infant is starving. Zion says there are two, therefore yes, my children are hungry. As I prepared to eat, I felt her eyes on me. I instantly felt like a piece of gum in response to her staring at me. I won’t be the one to shatter the awkward hush that has descended upon the two of us. She came to me, therefore I shall feed my babies and not worry about her in the least. She is getting to the point where she is beginning to irritate me, and if she dares to test me, I will show her exactly how I feel about being tested. I have been nice enough, even after she called me a whore. I started eating. Why should I bother worrying about relatively inconsequential people?