***LONDON’S POV***
Four a. m.
Something stirs me awake and when I flash my eyes open, I notice Zane hasn’t come home yet.
It has been a busy day at the mansion, Casey had encouraged us to do crazy activities that were fun but also draining.
I look around at the time and snap my head upwards when I hear the rain droplets in the shower.
“Daddy?” I call out and slip out of bed as I walk towards the bathroom.
I see the blood trails and when I snap my head to the pile of clothes by the door, I stop in my tracks.
Blood.
I look through the glass frame where Zane’s large body is leaning across and a pained scream escapes my lips.
“Oh my God, Zane!” I call out and rush to the door, sliding it and walking into the warm pool of water gushing out of the spray.
Zane opens his eyes for the first time, alerted at first, but his stance resolves when he notices I am the one.
“Are you hurt?” I question crying out as I drag my arm around her body, trying to feel if he is hurt.
Zane’s hands grab mine and he brings them to his face.
“I am not hurt,” he says.
My eyes are now glossy with tears as I look at him. I want to know what is going on and if there is something I can do for her.
“If you aren’t hurt, then, where is all that blood coming from?” I manage to ask my throat tightening.
His eyes gaze at mine before he places his forehead on mine.
“Not mine,” he finishes.
When I open my mouth to speak, Zane’s lips caress mine gently and I swear I could feel his soul begging for me not to bring this up.
If Zane is down and needs a distraction, I have to help him out.
“You want to talk about it?” I demand softly.
“Can you just kiss me, little girl?” he questions giving me a lopsided smile.
When I resist, Zane bites my lower lip, begging for entrance. I nod.
That was more than enough to give Zane the signal he wanted.
My clothes touched the floor and using a foot, Zane slid it away, in case I tripped and fell. He kisses me like a man depraved and all I want to do is know what happened to him.
I need to know what is going on in this man’s life, what happened, and why he came home bloodied, but now, I want to be the shoulder he can lean on practically.
“You taste like I left you earlier,” Zane says.
He trails kisses down my neck, making sure that he bites it whenever his lips stop.
Moving down, Zane licks a nipple, making sure that I know what this is about… Him making me over and over.
When the pain on my nipple seems excruciating, I grab him by the shoulders and push him away.
“Stop! For fuck’s sake, Zane Stop! You are hurting me,” I cry out.
Zane shakes his head, coming out of the trance that he was in.
“Fuck, London, I am sorry,” he apologizes as he stares down at what he has done.
The pebbles of my nipples were red and a string of blood was there, the water droplets washing it off.
“Let me look at it,” he says.
“No! Don’t touch me please,” I order placing my hand in front of me.
Zane eyes me as if he wants to say something, but I cut him off by walking out of the shower.
Grabbing a towel, I wrap it around me and walk away. Zane follows me a while later and his face is hard with sorrow.
“I said I was sorry,” he says.
“And you should get your teeth away from me, you beast,” I blurt out.
Something twinkles in Zane’s eyes and he shakes it off. While I put my nightgown on, Zane slips into his sweatpants and t-shirt. He slides behind me on the bed and doesn’t touch me.
I feel my tears choke me immediately but I don’t take it at heart, fighting back tears.
“Good night, Zane,” I mutter.
He doesn’t reply, the silence in the room is loud as I go to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, it was about eleven a. m. And Zane is not in the bed. His side of the bed looks made and I wonder if I made up the night before.
When I went to the side of the bathroom where those bloody clothes were, I didn’t see it, nothing was there.
“Was it all a dream?” I wonder as I slide the bathroom door open.
I get my answer on my discarded clothes in the laundry basket.
“It was real! Zane was here and the blood was all real,” I murmur, bringing my fingers to my lips, and choking back the tears in my throat.
When my fingers pass across my breast, I feel my sore nipple and when I look at it, the bruise on it is almost fading. Almost.
“Zane did this to me,” I frown gently but let it go.
Huffing, I brush my teeth, clean my face, and put on a plain robe that is fitting sweetly. The curves of my breasts were exposed and the flesh bright. I didn’t care who saw me in these clothes, I just wanted a cup of coffee, even though it would have to be decaffeinated.
Downstairs, the first person to spot me is Cecily and she gasps audibly, causing the others to stare.
“Well now, sleeping beauty, what’s it with the hickeys?” Mia teases.
My hand roams my neck.
“Fuck yeah! The hickeys. He was pretty real. It truly happened,” I saw more to myself than to them.
When I looked up, the ladies all had a confused look playing on their faces.
“Uhm… Is everything alright?” Casey questions.
I feel myself blush at how innocent but sweet question. I can’t help but being honest with them.
“I don’t know, but I think Zane is hiding something from me,” I whisper, letting the tears flow freely now that I am with my best friends.