***LONDON’S POV***
Fine, I am the happiest woman on earth right fucking now, I can’t believe that I am having sex with Zane in a cinema hall, and his men can see us if they stare, and the moans, oh, Lord! They just keep coming and they wouldn’t stop for nothing on earth.
“Come for me, little girl,” Zane urges and I feel my legs tighten up as I cum, my entire body shaking.
“Let me hear you say it again,” he mouths, his lips finding my earlobes and biting on it.
“I love you, Zane,” I cry out to him.
As the last of my desire quenches, I fell super relaxed and the rest is history.
I don’t return to my sit but after the movie, Zane grabs my good hand and leads me outside. There, we enter the car to his house.
“I want us married legally before our baby comes to the world,” he says.
“I wasn’t ever planning on getting married anytime soon,” I say honestly.
Zane growls as he pulls the car in the parking lot.
As he turns to look at me, his eyes are perusing my face, searching for something, I don’t know if he finds it but he says,
“Tell me, London, you just confessed your love to me, I love you too, why wait to get married?” he questions not getting my point.
“From the beginning, all what that mattered to you was your money, and I bet Micah is planning on how to get it, after that, I will be free from you, I can’t let a marriage contract bound us if that time comes, I want to be able to walk away freely,” I stutter.
Now, Zane had a full frown on his face.
“That is too late, London, you have my baby growing in you, and now, that diamond ring on your finger. I don’t think you have much of a choice now, do you?” he says smirking at me.
I wish I could wipe that smirk off his face with a slap across his face. I frowned and opened the door, walking away from the man. He was so annoying and I couldn’t help but snort as I walk away.
The smell of barbecue made me to stop in my tracks though, and I took the way that let to the backyard, and my jaws slack at the show happening there.
“Welcome home, London. Please, accept our forgiveness,”
A big banner says. I quickly remembered what Zane had told me and I smile at the men.
One after the other, I walk up to them and kiss them gently on their cheek while hugging them. All Zane’s men where tall, lean and huge. I felt so tiny between them.
“You all are forgiven. Now, what is that grilling?” I asked as my stomach grumbles.
I don’t feel embarrass around these men as I had been when I was first here, now, they are more like family, the one isn’t related by blood.
There is a thick beef slice on a big skewer, roasting across the fire and my mouth salivates. The sandwich breads are prepped and the men dish out mine first. I sit in their midst and dig into the mouthwatering meat.
It was hot but so good. The mixed of flavors exploding in my mouth make me release a small moan, one at a time, and I can’t help it.
“Oh my god! I enjoy this so much. Thank you all,” I say happily.
Zane joins the party later and takes a seat at the far end, his eyes are on me, but I try my best to ignore him.
I think doing that will solve the problem I have with him, but I know that is total bullshit. If we are going to be a couple, then we will have to face reality, and I will need to stop running at every fucking chance I get.
Someone hands me a bottle of beer and before I can grab it, Zane’s words cross through the thick air between us, snapping the tension into place.
“If she takes that bottle, I swear, I will break it and make you eat every piece of it Pierre,” Zane cusses from across the field..
I gasp, Pierre tips his hand back, removing the bottle from my view. I bet he didn’t know shit about my pregnancy. I wonder if any of the men knew.
Zane beats me to that thought, clearing my mind from the dust.
“My fiancee is pregnant. There are a list of things a pregnant woman shouldn’t do, drinking alcohol is the first on that list. The next is caffeine. So, coffee is banned for London as well. The rest is for you to use your common sense and keep her safe from harms way,” he grits out.
The tension out here, someone could use a knife and slice through it. It wasn’t funny at all, but I hid a smile as Pierre retrieved a bottle of cold sparkling water and handed it to me.
“Thank you, Pierre, that would do,” I say.
The sandwich was delicious, but I still wasn’t talking to Zane, in fact, the bonfire after the met was taken off provided enough light for the men to start talking.
If I was drunk, I would have said my actions were prompted by alcohol, but I wasn’t. In fact, I knew what I was doing when I started dancing, making sure I don’t hurt my cast. As I throw my free hand to the air, the music coming from the speaker that the men had positioned at the end of the walk way, I dance.
I feel alive dancing, it makes the night air wash my face, and it is amusing how something so natural would make me weak beyond understanding.
My legs quiver, it always fucking does, and nothing on earth will make me have so much fun with myself. I am one with the music as I shake my body, until I feel him.
Zane.
I open my eyes and he is staring at me. I gasp in shock.