***LONDON’S POV***
Two weeks later
Two whole weeks spent in this hell of a hospital and now, I want to go home. I need to feel myself in a bed, with Zane there.
My belly bump has grown just the size of a small watermelon and Zane loves it.
As he places cute little kisses on it, I can’t help but blush.
“Hey, little bean, Daddy is taking Mum home today,” he says as he places the last kiss on my stomach.
I felt great after all this while, the police had checked out on me twice to ask about the incident that happened that night. I had said I was unconscious and with Zane’s lazy excuse of me being tired and needing rest, I had escaped their interrogations.
“I have the bags ready, little human, I can’t wait to have you home,” he smiles and it touches his eyes.
Since Zane found out that we are having a baby boy, his Daddy instincts have spiked up and he just gets too protective over me.
Now, I know we still have a lot to talk about, every one of his cousins would want to know what happened.
“Home sweet home,” I mouth as I open my arms, letting him embrace me.
Every day I spent at the hospital, I had Zane by my side. There are nights when my adrenaline will spike and I will be awake most part of the night crying, Zane had been with me, comforting me.
He had a twin bed on the other side of the room where he slept, but most of the time, I wanted him with me, sharing my bed.
Zane hadn’t argued, he just squeezed in as much as he could, while still letting me be comfortable.
The concussion I had suffered had been severe, and I am grateful that it hadn’t taken my life or that of my baby’s.
The doctor says I am lucky, and Zane has vowed not to let me out of sight.
Arghh! So annoying to have an overprotective husband.
*
Zane pulls into the parking lot at the Vincenzo villa and I get excited to meet the others.
They had visited me, brought me clothes and even taken turns in watching me while Zane went home for a proper bath or whatever that would take him away for a few hours.
But I don’t think he has ever stayed more than a few hours without returning to me.
Zane reaches for my door and opens it, when I step out, he hands me a bouquet of flowers I didn’t even notice he had with him.
“Ohh! Thank you, Zane! It smells good,” I say sweetly, flashing him my best smile.
“Good! Now, come here,” he mutters placing a long kiss against my lips.
“Hummph! Let’s get into the house before I ravage you out here,” the words leave his lips before he grabs my hands, my bags in his other.
I have missed this Zane. Did I truly miss my husband trying to know how evil he was? Is he even evil?
A lot of questions consume my mind but I push them as far as they can go to the back of my head. They need to stay back and away from me.
As Zane opens the door, I enter with the bouquet still in my hands. The lights are turned off which is strange. I turn around to warn Zane.
“Zane?” he isn’t behind me and I start panicking, when I turn around, the lights turn up and I am caught aback.
“Fuck!” I whisper covering my mouth with how much I see before me.
The house is designed beautifully and every one of the Vincenzos are here. The men, their wives, and even the men who work for them.
A banner is in front and broad, it reads:
WELCOME HOME BABY LONDON
I look around at the happy faces and tears well in my eyes.
“Thank you all so much,” I mutter as I start crying.
Walking to Don Russell, I hug him tightly.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“You are welcome, London, we are happy are happy to have you back home,” he says in my hair.
I gave everyone a hug and the ladies wouldn’t let me go without showering kisses on my face.
Turning around, I see Zane and I run towards him, jumping and he catches me.
“Don’t run inside the house, baby girl” I grits out and tickles me.
As if I will hear.
“Yes Zane, Sorry Zane,” I say and he lifts me slowly, something flashing in his eyes.
“I need to feed you,” he says kissing me on my lips.
Everyone is now serving themselves, Zane has me on a sofa and he hands me a glass filled with juice.
I enjoy it.
“I am putting a little of everything on your plate,” he tells me.
My heart almost burst with how lovely he sounds.
“I wouldn’t be able to finish it,” I pout and he bites my lower lips.
“Do not worry, whatever you don’t finish, I will eat it,” he says and stands.
As I watch his ass stride away, I don’t see Casey until she blocks the view I was enjoying.
Busted. I blush feeling very aware that I have been caught staring at my husband’s very masculine as.
“Do not be embarrassed, I swear, all of the men have very masculine behind,” she soothes me.
I laugh out before she walks away.
Zane comes back with a plate filled with a bit of everything and he places it on a table before me.
“It smells good,” I say as I use my form to dig into mashed potatoes and beef sauce.
There is corn on my plate, pork, and I can’t wait to eat it.
“Why don’t you share with me?” I wonder.
Zane makes me wash my hands though, and he does the same, before he grabs a force, attacking my plate.
Everyone is eating while chatting. There is a lot of alcohol going around and I love how life is here, everyone seems happy enough for me.
*
It is after dinner, I am upstairs and Zane is just from taking his bath, he looks relieved enough, making me wonder if it is the accident that has made him change this much towards me.
He slips into his grey sweatpants, a black t-shirt, and his socks.
“Do you need a picture, little girl?” he inquires.
I shake my head in disagreement.
“No!” I shout, which is quite unnecessary.
He chuckles and slides into the bed. I snuggle close to him, enjoying the fact that his warmth is what has been keeping me going for a while now.
“I am glad you were able to come back home to me, London. I don’t know what I would have done without you in my life,” he says sincerely.
I push out of his embrace to search his face, I see the sincerity in those dark brown eyes of his.
“I am sorry,” I apologize.
We haven’t spoken about this, but I seriously want to tell him everything, I need to open up to Zane, but would he trust me enough to believe me.
“I can hear you thinking over here,” Zane huff as he pushes his way up from the bed.
“I know, Zane,” I murmur.
“What do you know?” he asks, threading lightly.
“I know that I owe you explanations about what happened that night, that is the least I could do,” I tell him know.
“You don’t trust me a lot, that is it?” he question raising his brows up.
“I do trust you, Zane. Come on,” I leave him and rush down from the bed then start pacing the floor, the carpet soft beneath my feet.
“I asked you to remain in here when I left that night, when I got back, you had passed through the balcony using bedsheets,” he accuses me.
That is the truth, but I blink back the tears.
“You locked me inside the room. What am I? A kid you could ground?” I bark out.
I knew this was dangerous grounds and emotional topics, but it needs to get out now.
“London, don’t push me,” he warns.
“Me, push you? I am not,” I blurt out.
I watch how Zane works his neck swallowing hard, I know what he wants to ask, I am not letting him on my secret though.
“Who were you with on that night you had an accident?” he demands.
A shiver runs down my spine as I stare back at Zane.
“No one,” I reply.
“Hmmm! You are lying to me, huh? You know better than to do that, London,” he blurts out.
“I need to rest, Zane,” I say.
Zane slides out of the bed but he doesn’t reach out to me, he is pacing on the other side of the room.
“You will rest when we are done having this conversation,” he says.
“What about you go fuck yourself?” I yell out.
I guess old habits die hard because Zane is grabbing my throat and slamming me against the hard wall.
“You want to say that again, little girl?” he demands, menacingly close to my ear. I fear, but keep up a firm stance.
“I don’t owe you answers,” I tell him.
“No, you don’t. I am going to ask you one last time, and things are going to hit the fan from here depending on what your reply will be,” he says plainly.
“Don’t threaten me,” I manage to say, my breath hitched.
“Who did you leave this house to go and be with, London? Who was driving that vehicle that crashed against the tree trying to kill you?” he questions.
Zane wasn’t holding tight on my neck but I felt weak, tears hit the back of my eyes, I know I will cry if I even blink, I don’t want to show any signs of weakness, I hate how weak I am sometimes.
I open my mouth and close it severally, Zane notices how I am struggling and releases his grab on my neck.
“I just went out to have fun,” I tell him.
“With drugs?” he demands and I gasp audibly.
Busted. My cover was busted.
“If you know too much, you should equally know who I was then, don’t stress me,” I blurt out fiercely.
As I walk past him, Zane grabs me by the arm and spins me to face him. His face was crimson, he looked ready to murder.
“Don’t walk away from me when I am pissed off, wife,” he warns lightly.
“Or what? I’ve been cleared out medically, Zane, what will you do to me?” I push him, wanting to see what he will do.
“Don’t tempt me,” he says.
This time, I know the sexual tension between us is one to cut with a full knife. I lift myself on my tippy toes and kiss Zane on the lips.
I push my tongue into his mouth and when I moan, Zane loses his self-control.
Zane pushes me to the wall and he slides his hands into my lingerie.
He doesn’t tear them, he slides the panties down and orders, “Get out,” I do so without hesitation.
Next thing, the gown is coming out of my body and I feel horny.
Zane’s lips crashes against my breast as I push my head behind. His fingers find my pussy and he stops, looking at me.
“Wet. You are so wet for me,” he mouths and I nod at him.
“I like how wet you are then,” he trades as he pushes two fingers into my pussy.
Pumping in and out, I cry in pleasure as I hit my climaxquicklyk.
“Cum for me,” he orders and I lean forward, as I see the stars in front of me, dancing while I count them.
“Get on the bed, I want you on your hands and knees. Now!” he barks out.
I cry out as walk there, obeying him.