***ZANE’S POV***
I feel London’s body push against mine the next morning as she fights to release my hold from her body.
“Don’t fight me,” I grunt out as I tighten my embrace.
“I need to use the bathroom, please,” she begs.
Sighing, I reluctantly let go of London while I lay done recapping every moment we had together.
We had sex. Fuck it, that was more than lovemaking because as I wanted to be ball deep inside my wife, that is how she wanted it too.
London slides out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her face visibly pale.
“What time is it?” she asks as she stares at me.
“I don’t know…” I look at the clock beside the bed stand and return to look at London.
“Ten a. m. I didn’t know we had somewhere to be,” I say pushing myself out of the bed.
“No, not you… I don’t have much time left. What have we done?” London asks.
She pushes her hand over her head as she falls to the ground, crying out for her life. I feel sad for her, she looks lost, and I wonder if she acknowledges that I am there.
“Hey! Hey! Look at me, baby girl, what is the matter?” I ask grabbing her by the shoulders.
She doesn’t speak, London just bawls her eyes out as she starts panicking.
“I need to get the money to him before he gets killed,” she cries out.
Now, I get pissed off at how she is behaving.
“Who? You can’t just wake up and start overreacting without telling me why,” I say frowning.
“Just let me figure this out, okay?” London asks as she makes it to the closet.
I grab her wrist and pull her to my side. London is close to me, her head barely reaching my chest.
“What is going on?” I ask her.
London looks at me, searching for me, I want to know what the catch is, she needs to tell me if she is in danger so that I can save her.
When she sighs, her shoulders relaxing a little, I know I have to talk to her.
“Tell me, London,” I urge her.
“I called Micah, and he said he needed a loan to pay a guy off,” she says.
“That douchebag of a brother?” I ask annoyed.
“Shut up! Don’t be rude to him, I just need to raise the money he is asking,” she mutters.
“How? I mean, how will you find it?” I demand staring at her.
London’s shoulders square up a little.
She looked at the closet and I knew what she was thinking.
“Planning to steal, huh? Bad girl, London,” I tell her frowning.
London steps back and I let her, my eyes on her.
“Do you think that is a good idea? To take what doesn’t belong to you?” I shoot out my nose flaring.
“Stop, Zane! don’t be a pussy,” she says pulling at the strands of her hair.
“Come on now, little girl, I wouldn’t tolerate you calling me a pussy,” I snap.
“What then? Do you want to loan me thirty-five thousand dollars?” she inquiries, her eyes searching my face.
I huff gently.
“Can you please sit on the bed? I want to talk to you,” I inform London.
“Fine.
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***LONDON’S POV***
I know there is no point in being rude to Zane but I want to show him that I will take care of my family’s problem with or without him in it.
As I plant my ass on the chair, I settle back, crossing my legs over the other.
I know Zane can more than afford to clear out Micah’s debt, but what will be his take on all this?
“I will send Micah the money,” he lets out.
A small smile starts to pull across my face when I clear it out, hardening my features.
“What is your catch in it?” I demand my brows furrowing.
Zane goes to the decanter containing his whiskey, he fills a glass with the liquid and sips it.
Turning slowly towards me, he glares at me for a long while, making it very uncomfortable.
“I don’t have a catch, London. I just want you to stop lying and trying to steal from me. That is cringe, I don’t like it,” he blurts out.
Those words hit somewhere in my chest, Zane had just called me all these things, and that is without blinking an eye, I hate that so much.
I quickly wipe a stray tear from my eye, looking away.
“Is that all?” I question.
Zane looks at me for a long time, which makes a cold shiver run down my spine. I don’t like that at all, but I don’t tell him. Zane’s eyes on my body feel like I am being watched.
As if he knows a lot more than I should know, that is crazy for sure.
“NO!” Zane barks out.
“Then what, Zane? Get it off your chest,” I taunt him.
Zane takes the bait, he goes right to the things he knows I want to hear and fuck that, it hurts.
“You know what I want, London? A woman who runs to her man when she needs him, a woman whom I can look at and be proud of, someone who fucking comes to her husband when she has got issues, I need that respite, I need to know my woman will run to me when she needs help, not try to hide it from me,” Zane yells out the words.
I feel his pulse tick as he grinds his jaws harshly.
Tears streamed down my face and I didn’t notice it until I tasted my salty tears.
“Zane…” I call out but Zane raises his hand at me.
“Hush, little girl, I am not yet done. I have to get this out of my chest, it just needs to come out. There is no better time than now,” he says angrily.
I nod, waiting for him to continue crushing my heart into tiny million pieces.