Maya’s POV
I walked into the suite opposite mine, and my vision landed on a well-built husband of mine. He appeared so adorable when sleeping as if he had been greatly distressed. He was sleeping on the edge of the bed without a blanket or anything else to cover himself with. I pulled his dangling legs onto the bed and covered him. He was in a deep slumber, so I chose to sleep next to him. I kissed his lips. Fuck! Can I ever remain angry with this man? The sudden picture of that woman kissing the same lips I had just kissed flooded in. I needed to puke. I hurried into his bathroom while silently wishing that he wouldn’t be able to hear me throwing up. After I had finished taking care of my business, I went back inside, and he was still fast asleep. I neared the bed and started to look at him.
Aaah, he suddenly looks like a monkey. Well, hormones, fucking pregnancy hormones!
I was hoping to see a flattering picture of him than seeing a monkey laying in bed, but naaa. I mean, I knew he was a Greek Adonis, so why the hell am I seeing a fucking gorilla now? Well, baby or right, children don’t make me see daddy like that, okay? I swear, being pregnant and angry is a terrible mix. I made the conscious decision to push the memory of that woman from the previous day out of my mind and instead focused my attention on him, kissing his forehead and running my fingers through his hair.
“I love you,” I murmured. I also wanted to leave a trace that I came to his suite, but I have nothing to leave for him to show him that I’m fine. I am aware that he may be worrying about things that aren’t important, but suddenly a dirty thought sprang to mind, and I couldn’t help but giggle. Maya Archer, when did you become a pervert? I stood up, removed my thong, and shoved it into his hand. I then gave him a lip kiss and went away. It was already 8 a. m., and I anticipated that Zion would soon awaken. So I requested that Emma and her daughter accompany me. We will have our breakfast at the mall instead. They had no objections. We departed, and I drove them to the shopping center. Thank God Lucas left this car with me. The first thing we did was find them something to wear, as it was still early and there were not many people at the mall who would have stared at them. We first bought what we were going to change to. Even for myself, as I was still wearing yesterday’s attire, I purchased a new outfit. We changed into one of the dressing rooms, handed the cashier the receipts, and then departed. Before beginning our shopping, we sought out a restaurant for brunch. I’m just glad that Emma hasn’t asked me anything. But there is no way I would let Emma and Sophia be homeless after our encounter. It’s crazy. I want to call her mom. I do have a strategy in mind for Emma, and I have no doubts whatsoever that it will be successful. I have no doubt in my mind that Grandma would not object to this. Following our meal, we went shopping.
Zion’s POV
I fucking fell asleep instead of looking for my wife. I rubbed my eyes with my left hand as I woke up. Who the fuck covered me? Then her scent hit me. Was my wife here? I wanted to remove the bedsheets, but I noticed my hand was clinging to something. I lifted my hand, and I was clinging to my wife’s panties. I grabbed the panties so tight and smiled. I got up from bed at lightning speed. “Maya?” There was no answer. I stuffed the panties into my pocket and went into the bathroom, calling out, “Babe?” I searched all the rooms and I couldn’t find her.
Shit! Why is she doing this to me?
I took the panties out of my pocket and started sniffing them. Fuck! My cock curled up. Fuck Lady Archer. This is torture. Well, since she decided to leave her thong here with me, I might use it to ride solo. I took out the little fascinating thong and placed it in front of my eyes. I stared at it, then smiled and took off my trousers. I placed the thong on top of my curled-up shaft. It’s a good thing Lucas isn’t here. I went back inside the bathroom and started pumping my cock while her thong was on top of my cock.
What are you doing to me, woman?
I could feel I was close. I removed the thong from my cock and grabbed it with my teeth. It didn’t take me forever. I exploded on top of the sink with a groan and a few pants in between. I removed the little thong from my mouth and placed it back in my pocket. I took off everything and took another cold shower to cool myself off. I headed back and changed into some clean clothes. As I was about to walk out of the suite, I remembered that the trousers I was wearing had my wife’s sinful little thong. I went back and collected the thong and put it in my pocket and placed my phone in the same pocket and left the suite. I went to the hotel restaurant, and I met my fucking driver sipping coffee like a pro while his master was jerking off inside.
“Where is my wife?” I yelled at him. I know he knows where my wife is. Why else would he be here sipping coffee all relaxed? With one leg on top of the other. He fucking looks like the boss right now, and I am the assistant. He slowly placed his coffee on the table and stared at me.
“Good morning to you too, Master Zion.”
Great! Even my assistant has turned against me.
“Lucas!” I barked, and he collected the cup from the table and sipped his coffee. He’s lucky! He’s extremely fortunate that he has the information that I require; otherwise, he could have fucking regretted his actions. I fixed my trousers and took a seat.
“Double Expresso, make it long.” I barked, then looked at the idiot in front of me. “Where the fuck is my wife?”
“Well, the last time I checked, I no longer had one boss, but two.”
“The fuck! Who is your second boss?”
“Ahh, master, you seem to have forgotten that you got married. The Boss Lady told me to zip it, so I will have to zip it.” I looked at him. Was he seriously trying to tell me that he was following my little wife’s orders?
“Lucas! Do not test my patience. Where the fuck is Lady Maya?”
“The last time I checked, she came to your suite. If you didn’t see her, I don’t know. You should drink your coffee; old Mr. Archer requested your presence.”
No way! Those three elderly people at home will irritate me even more. They treat me as though I am no longer their child, but Maya is. I gulped everything in one go.
“Let’s go.”
“So, Lady Maya checked in to this hotel and she told me she needed time. She would come back home.”