***LONDON’S POV***
I needed to convince Zane immediately. If anyone was going to face Michael, let the person be me.
In irritation, Zane walks out of the room, scratching his scalp as he says,
“I am not having this conversation with you, little girl,”
I knew I needed to give my husband some time, he needed to calm down, thus, I walked out of the room, heading to the door on the other side of the corridor.
I knock and a muffled reply asks me to enter.
“Hey, Micah,” I call out as I slide into the semi-dark room, the only light, is the one coming from the TV.
It was more of Micah using the TV for light than for sound because the volume was turned off completely.
Micah’s eyes meet mine and I see the tiredness in them. He stretches his arms out to me, inviting me to walk inside.
I don’t hesitate, and when I snuggle up like a baby in his chest, Micah grunts, and I remember his wound.
“Oh my God, sorry, Micah, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I say as he tightens his grasp around me, making me know that he wasn’t ready to let me go.
“You would hurt me more if you leave. Just relax, please,” he begs and I obey him, rubbing my head on the crook of his neck.
“Zane wouldn’t let me take things in my hands and lure Michael into a trap, I might know how,” I explain, looking up at him.
“Are you trying to be stupid and get yourself killed, London? This isn’t some fairytale where you stand up to the villain and still survive at the end,” Micah grits out angrily, staring me directly in the eyes.
“If this does stop now, Michael will keep hurting us, who knows who might get unlucky the next time? It could be Zane, or worse, me and my baby,” I explain, shaking my head violently.
Micah shakes his head, refusing to even take a moment out and check out the sense of what I mean. He is bound to make me change my mind on the subject.
“Zane wouldn’t get hurt, and if I were you, I would do what my husband says and stay out of the way,” Micah replies bluntly.
I nod, slipping out of the bed as Micah let me go.
‘”You should rest, Micah, I need it too,” I say, giving a lame excuse to live.
If only I knew a way to contact Michael. I knew he would be watching me, I knew his men were around town, thus, I had to drag them out.
If Michael wasn’t ready to go to me, I would come to him, and fuck the fact that he isn’t ready for me.
*
“Daddy? Can we eat dinner at a restaurant tonight? Just you and I?” I ask smiling in a fake way that hurts my cheeks.
“The chef is cooking for us, you can tell him what he wants, he will make it for you,” Zane says tapping into his laptop.
He was in a pair of black slacks and a gray shirt. He looked nerdy like this, with a pair of dark glasses to accentuate the look.
Well, Zane didn’t even look at me.
“I just want restaurant food, please. And there is this nice place we could try out Daddy, I heard the steak there is the best there is,” I say, trying to straighten the lines out of my dress.
Zane had the little sun dress brought for me the other night. I haven’t had an opportunity to wear it yet.
Well, tonight was the perfect opportunity, especially when the deep V-neck cut when so deep that the pebbles of my breast could show without me trying hard.
“Go sit down, baby, I am working,” he explains, his voice void of any emotions.
Zane hadn’t put his head up since I walked into his office, I bet he knew I was here to talk him into using me against Michael.
“Daddy?” I call out softly and as if the spell had been cast off, Zane lifts his head and in that split second, I see the man I married right in front of me.
Lust-filled eyes, then, he growls as he stands walking around to meet me. His hands take mine in before he kisses my forehead.
“You are pretty,” he lets out, smiling sweetly at me.
“Thank you,” I chuckle. The smile reaches my eyes before I harden them, remembering why I am here.
“If you don’t want to go eat dinner, I could go alone, Zane. There is no problem,”
I was hoping Zane was foolish enough to give me temporal freedom, but he shook his head, squeezing my hands gently in his.
“Fuck! I can reserve a seat for us, baby. Let’s go eat that steak of yours,” he mouths and I throw my arms around his neck, sniffing at his cologne.
At the restaurant, Zane sends his men to check the interior, making sure no one was inside that looked suspicious.
“All set, boss,” Reaper says.
Caleb comes around and opens our car door and After Zane steps out, he gives me his hand, helping me out.
None of us had spoken about the argument we had after the sweet stolen sex that took place in the room.
A man like Zane wouldn’t forget such intimate moments. If he hasn’t brought it up, he might have a reason.
“Damn it! The reviews weren’t bluffing when they said the steak here was the best. I could eat this all day,” I churn out, chewing every last bit of what I had in my mouth.
“I am glad you love it,” Zane smiles at me.
Picking the drink, I brought it to my lips, and with efficiency, I shook and made it drop on my dress.
“Shit! Not my favorite dress,” I mutter out.
Zane looked concerned, but when he saw the patch on my chest, he relaxed a little.
“I could buy you a whole wardrobe and ship it to you,” Zane tries to assure me.
Standing at the table, I excuse myself.
“Let me use the bathroom, maybe I could get some of the stains,” I say.
Walking towards the bathroom, I felt the hair on my neck prick, I knew Michael was here, I just needed to stay in the bathroom long enough for him to corner me.