***LONDON’S POV***
“London, you can talk to us okay? We promise not to tell Zane,” Casey says, her voice shaking a little.
I know I have to trust her with whatever happens, this shouldn’t go to Zane’s ears. But then, I barely know them, but I think I can trust them enough to get this off my chest.
“I just saw the man that stalked me back at Montana. He was going to make me leave Zane. I guess that is partially why Zane thought coming to Sicily was a good break from that lifestyle. How he even knew I was here, and how he got in…” I trail my words.
I was in total shock. For heaven’s sake, what was Michael Logan thinking following me here? Zane wouldn’t even hesitate to take him down even one bit.
I had seen him there when I had gone to get water for Zane. He had used his index fingers and middle finger to point his eyes with them, then, he had pushed the fingers in my direction.
That was a sign that he was watching me.
What did Michael want from me?
Damn it, the last time we had crossed paths, Zane had used a wooden spatula on me, and I still feel slightly numb from that action, especially when he was trying to pry a name out of me.
“You need to trust Zane enough to tell him these things, London. He will get a hold of it,” Mia says, her voice gentle.
Cecily grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in our room and removing the cap from it, she handed it to me, allowing me to take a long gulp from it.
I touch my pregnant belly, feeling stressed already.
“I think I should just rest, ladies, thank you all for staying here with me, and please, tell Zane I need some space to rest. If he doesn’t come in while I am asleep, I will appreciate it a lot,” I tell them.
They look at me for a split second, as if they wanted to argue, but judging better against it, they nod their heads and leave.
“That is okay, London. Call out to us if you need anything. I will make sure no one disturbs you while you are resting,” Cecily says.
“Thank you,” I mouth as they come to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek.
I struggle to lock the door behind Casey and I rush to the bag I had brought here. My phone was in it, and I searched through the first number, calling it.
It didn’t go through because I wasn’t in the line of call, especially with how we had changed countries.
I searched through the few messages I had through my phone and found a recent message.
MY NEW NUMBER. CALL ME, ANGEL.
I knew who had sent that message, and my stomach was going to make me throw up. Micah had sent me two messages to make sure I was alright and wished for me to continue my honeymoon with Zane.
I didn’t reply though.
I needed to look for a way to call the number but I didn’t want Zane to be aware of the fact that I was calling anyone, thus, I was searching through Zane’s things, until I found his phone.
He had set up a sim here, so, when I messaged the number.
HI, THIS IS LONDON, I CAN’T USE MY NUMBER US NUMBER BECAUSE I AM IN ITALY.
I got a call coming through almost immediately.
“Pick it up, London,” I urged myself into action.
I slid the call right and held my breath, listening to the caller.
“London?” the unmistakable sound of Michael’s voice pierced through me.
“Michael? Fuck! Why the hell were you here a while ago scaring the fuck out of me?” I bark out, steam puffing through my ears.
“Hey, princess, calm down okay? You literally ran away from me because I told you I was going to save you from your husband?” he asks.
“Hell no, I didn’t run. But Zane would kill me if he even knew I used his phone to send you a message. But I didn’t know the number was yours…” I lie between my teeth.
Of course, I had an idea, I wasn’t just sure he was even going to call.
“I can still save you, London. Remember friends stick together?” Mike’s serious voice pierces through the speaker and I shiver.
“Why do I need saving, Michael? The last time I met you at the supermarket, Zane had my butt fried because he wanted a name. I couldn’t lie to him, not with how many strokes he had given me already,” I confess, making my way to the bed.
Circling my legs over the other, I look around the room while waiting for Michael to speak.
“Well, London, you are my friend, and I want to take you away from Zane, even if it is the last thing I do on earth for you,” Michael mouths out.
This man was sounding deranged, but what if he knew something I didn’t know about?
“Is there something you aren’t telling me, Michael? I deserve to know it, you know?” I say, my voice having a tinge of fear to them.
“I know that you are scared of the unknown, London, but Zane is not the man you think he is. There is this bad in him that if you don’t leave, he will kill you,” he says.
My heart was thumping heavily. What was Michael talking about? I wondered. If he wanted me to understand what he was saying, he needed to speak in plain terms, that was what I knew.
“Be explicit,” I blurt out.
I knew that if this was a trap, I was slowly falling into it. I can’t afford Michael to fool me into having issues with Zane.
“You would have to see it for yourself then, London. I swear it, you can come tonight, I will show you, and if you think you don’t want to see anymore, then, you are free to go home, and continue being your Daddy’s little girl,” he says, the last part causing me to shiver.
“You wouldn’t talk to me like that if you actually claimed to be my best friend,” I bark out.
I wasn’t mad at him for sure, I just needed to know what was going on.
“You know I want what is best for you, princess. But you need to see this. Do you think you can squeeze out of the house at seven p. m.? I will wait for you where you saw me today, just behind the tree,” he says.
My chest tightened, it was either a yes or a no. Before I could answer, there was a loud banging at the door.
Fuckkkk!
“I guess I gotta go princess,” Mike’s teasing voice breaks through, and the call ends.
I quickly deleted the call history from the phone and put the phone down.
“London? Open the damn door before I break it,” Zane’s order penetrated my panic.
I try not to fall as I look around, making sure everything is okay before I pull the lock away.
Zane badges into the room, sweeping everywhere with his eyes.
“What took you so long to open the door?” he barks out.
I blink the tears quickly.
Was Zane truly hiding something from me? Was I that curious to find out?
“Uhm… I… Was… Eat… Sorry, sleeping,” I lie, closing my eyes for five seconds to let my own lie sink into my system.
When I opened my eyes, Zane was staring at me with disgust.
“Sleeping huh? Are you lying to Daddy?” he asks, that tone of his dark.
“No. I don’t want to be hit or spanked, Zane. I can’t lie to you,” I mutter.
When Zane stepped forward, I took a step backward. He continued until my back touched the wooden wardrobe and my chest was pumping hard as I breathed.
“I heard you talking to someone,” Zane insists.
“Maybe I was talking in my sleep. Come on, Zane, leave me alone,” I tell him, trying to stand tall.
Well, it didn’t work because I was still short. Placing each of his massive palms on either side of my neck, he studies me and I sweep my eyes downward.
Pinching my chin in his fingers, Zane brings me to look at him.
“You are lying to me, little human? You know what happens to little naughty girls, huh?” he pushes forth, his eyes the same level as mine.
I gulped hard as I repeated the words I knew he wanted to hear.
“They get ffff… Fuckkkked in the ass,” I say.
“Good. They get fucked so hard in the ass. Now, come here, give Daddy a kiss,” he mouths before covering my lips with his.
The kiss is demanding, and possessive, and I feel shivers running down my spine. It doesn’t last long as well, but it stayed long enough to leave me breathless.
“Go get back some sleep, and I don’t want that door locked on whatever circumstance,” he orders.
I nod in comprehension.
“Use your words, little girl,” he grits out.
“Yes, Zane,” I replied looking away.
If I didn’t have the door locked, Zane would have caught me red-handed, and I wonder what he would have done to me. Probably nothing good.
With anticipation getting the most of me, I return to the bed and slide beneath it sleeping. Maybe if I returned to the supposed task I was doing before Zane caught me, just maybe he would believe me.
After about five minutes of Zane going to the bathroom and shuffling some things, I finally heard the door click behind Zane.
I jumped out of bed and rushed to the cabinet where Zane had left his phone. When I see it, a small sigh escapes my lips. I deleted the message I had sent to Michael’s message from it.
Rushing back to my bed, I close my eyes and force sleep to enter my eyes.
I didn’t delete any messages from my phone because I will still need the number, I also have to keep my things a secret until then.
Seven p. m. Was fast approaching and if I needed to meet Michael and disprove Zane, then, I had to meet Mike again.
The mere thought of what Zane had done to me the last time I had met Mike causes goosebumps to run through my body.
“Damn it, London. Get your head together,” I blurt out fighting the anger trying to pull through my body.
I need to trust Zane. But what if he is only trying to hurt me? The last time I did anything stupid, our baby almost came out. This makes me slide a hand across my stomach, making me feel good.
***
I felt warm kisses trail through my neck, my chin, and then my lips. I open my eyes to a hunk of maleness clouding over me and I sigh when I realize who it was.
“Daddy?” it came out as a question.
“Expecting somebody else, baby?” he asks frowning. He had stopped kissing me as well.
“No. Hell no. Only you, Daddy,” I mouth still feeling sleepy.
“Great. Now, lay back and let me feast on what is mine,” he orders.
I was still half-asleep when Zane’s lips traveled down the crook of my neck, he sucked a breast, and then, the other. Flowery kisses were placed down my stomach until he reached my pussy.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moan out loud.
A moment later, I was moaning even louder as Zane’s sinful lips sucked on my pussy lips, his entire tongue out to pleasure me.
Lifting my hips upward, I buckled out hard as Zane’s mouth ravished me.
“More. I want more, please,” I begged out.
Zane does as I say and I get so high. I feel my legs quivering as I start coming.
“I am close. Ddd… Daddy, I am so close to my orgasm,” I say faintly.
“Come for me, little girl,” Zane orders and he flickers my clit with his tongue twice.
Shit.
I came undone on his face as I rode my orgasm. I muttered a lot of incoherent words. When Zane came up to kiss me, his face was wet from my cum and when our lips met, I tasted myself on him. And then, I also tasted Zane’s maleness. His audacity, and his personality, all put in that one kiss.
He was claiming my mind, my body, and my soul. I sure as fuck wasn’t going to stop him.