***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’s card was in it. Either Zane wasn’t aware of it or this must be a trap. Altogether, I plan on using it to my advantage, oh yes, I am good at sourcing out sources like this.
Zane had stepped on in his library to take a call and I had taken the card from my shorts. I rushed up to the third floor where I had kept the keys to the bedroom, I snatch it and opened the door, closing the door the moment I was inside.
I huffed a gentle sigh. I needed it so badly.
The burner phone I had kept in this room was still there, where else was it going to be when I hadn’t touched it?
I asked rhetorically.
“Will our meeting hold tonight, Micah? Sorry for going AWOL,” I apologize.
The moment my message read sent, a new one popped up on the screen, signaling that I’d got a message from Micah. That was freaking fast.
I knew better than to call Michael now, he was probably getting his shit sorted out just like it should be, and I am here, thinking about calling him.
Nope, Micah was my last hope.
His message was a confirmation and the time I was supposed to meet him.
“Two A. m. The lake meeting still holds, London, in case Zane comes for you, you may say you got attracted by the lake and wanted to get a close look at it,” Micah says.
Lying to Zane is going to be hard, especially after he has seen every little part of me. The things the man makes me do though. I close my legs tight just by thinking about how rough he is when he fucks me.
I bite my tongue against that remark.
“We meet there then, Micah, love you,” I tell him while silently replacing the phone under the pile of clothes and books in the cabinet.
I made sure to include the card as well, it would be with me when I go out in the evening, and I would likely call Mike then.
With my plan in place, I return to the floor level and Zane’s office. He was still inside, so I knocked on it. When a gruff reply came in, I opened the door and stopped.
Zane was standing by the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand and he was staring at the beautiful garden that overlapped the back of the property.
The sun was now pretty low on the sky and it was that rueful glimmer of light that sprayed on the flowers that made the view even breathtaking.
“Come here, little human,” Zane calls out, stretching out his hand for me.
I walk towards it as if on command and when I am too close, I take his hand. Zane pulls me towards himself and when I crash on his chest, I feel the rumble of laughter that seems to tears through him.
“Not funny,” I grit out slapping him gently across the chest.
He stops cackling though, and when our eyes meet, Zane’s eyes are warm, they look like dripping honey and I cannot just stop myself from admiring.
Zane is physically handsome, I guess this is what makes me a million times attracted to him. Not only that, but he has a vascular beauty you just can’t snap your head away, he draws you in a way that you are bound to look.
“Do you need an autograph?” his playful voice asks and I blink severally, my cheeks burning hot with shame from being caught staring at this man.
“No. But you are devilishly handsome, it is hard to concentrate when all I see is your beauty,” I tell him.
This time, Zane keeps his glass on the window pane, and using both his hands, he cups my face in his massive ones. I have no choice than to get the full view of his face.
There isn’t a body part of his I don’t find interesting, I mean, they are all so attractive that it makes me scared that if I blink, I might miss the magic. There is no magic, just me and a mafia boss.
I push up on my tip toes and brush my lips against Zane’s lips.
“I love messing with your head, baby girl,” he says as he deepens the kiss.
I let go of anything disturbing my mind as I savor the moment, I would give anything to stay this way forever.
“If you don’t stop me now, I wouldn’t be able to let go, London,” Zane calls out, his voice thick and raw.
“Lose total control of yourself, honey, I want to be in charge. Now, let Daddy take care of you,” he tells me trailing kisses down my slender neck.
Whatever control I had snapped into two, I knew two a. m. Was a far cry from now, I could ride Zane’s cock a few times before going to meet Micah.