***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 continues her journey through the fleet of stairs.
I wonder what she might be hiding up there, in my house. I immediately want to strip London and tie her against my headboard, punishing her until she can give me the answers to the questions I long for. That is the word, I need my thirst for answers guaranteed before I cause any harm than is necessary.
*
I slip into bed and when London opens the door, she thinks I am sleeping. I watch her slip under the sheets and she releases a sigh, thinking that I am not awake nor am I feeling her trying to relax.
It is hard, I know that, but still, she manages to settle and then, she sleeps all of a sudden, her soft snores taking her up too quickly.
I know I will reach out to London with what happened tonight, but I want to know if this is something she would do always, whatever it is she is hiding, I will soon find it out, and if it is bad, I swear, she is getting a red ass that sleeping will be difficult for that.
She knows best than keeping secrets from me.
***LONDON’S POV***
When I wake up the next morning, the sun is lapping through the curtains and hitting me directly on my face. Zane must have opened the curtains knowing well that I am still awake, maybe those were his intentions.
I roam the house and when I find out that Zane isn’t around, I long to go for a walk.
Thinking about the lake I had seen last night, I decided to go and check it out. Oh, I wish someone would tell me how bad an idea this is.
Picking my swimsuit, a bikini Zane had bought for me the last time we went shopping, I fix a bag for myself. Water is in it, a clean towel, and two Snickers. I love the chocolate so much.
I pulled out my burner phone and left the house when Zane still hadn’t returned.
Walking to the lake, the view is even better with the sunlight, I am in awe, and although I try hard to hide it, I quickly take off my skinny gown and stay with my bikini.
I pull the phone and dial Michael’s number, grateful that I had registered it. On the fourth ring, he answers, his voice gruff.
“Michael? This is London,” I say, not knowing how to sound.
“Oh my God, London? How are you, angel? Did your big boyfriend lock you inside?” he asks a train of questions filling in next, enough to blow my eardrums.
I chuckle lightly, but still from the pain.
“Nothing to worry about. Am I still invited to your bakery? Do you think I can have a job there?” I ask my tone sounding serious all of a sudden.
Michael’s voice deems as well, his worried voice is filled with fear now.
“Something happened, London? You want me to call the cops in case anything happened to you, they would know that bastard of a man harmed you,” he said trying to reason it out with me.
If I had any sanity left in me, I would know this is the way out, I will be the one running to the hills, and not allowing someone to do that for me instead.
“London? Are you there?” Mike asks and I heave a thick sigh.
“Can we just meet up, Mike? I still owe you for being genuinely kind to me,” I tell him sweetly.
That is the absolute truth though, never have I been in the position of having anyone help me without claiming anything in return. Zane is an exception to that fact.
A long pause is heard on the other side of the phone and when Mile speaks, he tells me exactly what I want to hear.
“Tuesday at ten a. m. I will be waiting for you,” he says normally.
My heart was flustered, I felt happy as this was my chance to go out of the house, it made me so freaking happy at once.
“Tuesday then,” I replied trying hard to remove the excitement from my voice.
No matter how hard I try, it fails because I start giggling like a little girl at the end.
“I’ll be waiting for you. What is your favorite dessert? I’ll make it for you,” he mutters.
This makes me giggle because I have to think hard to bring an answer.
“Peach cake with lemon smoothie,” I answer.
“Oh, that’s a hard one, I’ll note it down now, London. I am happy that you called me. I will save your number. Goodbye, I have to work now,” he says softly.
This makes me smile warmly as I hang up the phone.