***LONDON’S POV***
THREE MONTHS LATER
I am sitting in a saloon with Casey, Cecile and Mia, we are having our hair done. There is a party tonight and I am so eager to attend it
“Do you think I need a new dress? I mean, the red gown from my collection he going to do,” I say frowning, staring at Casey.
She laughs softly before nodding sweetly, making sure I know what she is going to say.
“You don’t get to wear that if you want something else, besides, that gown is good, but we could go shop seeing after our hair are down, I bet you might see something that will catch your attention,” Casey says sweetly.
Being back in Sicily is so good. I love the bibes we share as friend and I am grateful that I asked Zane to bring me here.
After Oliver and Michael were killed, a lot has gone on between us, and from settling Micah up to work at one of Zane’s club, he is doing pretty well for himself.
He even introduced me to a girl he said he was dating.
I hope she puts my brother in line.
We have spent a few months in Italy, and we started therapy. Zane signed me up for a one on one therapy session where I had to deal with my mental health. Then, once a week, we go to a relationship council, to just talk and rebound our feelings for one another.
“London?” Mia calls out gently and I blink back to consciousness, staring at her quizically.
“Uhm! Sorry, I zoned out. What is it you said?” I inquire smiling politely to make out for my zone out behavior.
“Well, what shop should we visit then?” she asks and we all giggle sweetly.
*
Two hours later and I and exhausted. It is just three p. m. And the party starts at seven p. m. Dinner, then, the fundraising for some rich people’s project.
The entire family is going.
The maids collects our bags to our rooms and the moment I step into the living area of the Vincenzos mansion, I look at the faces of the men who are our husbands.
Zane has Dante on his thighs, while playing a deck of cards with the men. The game ends when they spot us. As usual, the men come to greet us.
With Dante clamoring for me, I take him and Zane slowly puts his hand over his eyes while we kiss.
“Dada, kiss. Kiss,” he churns giggling softly.
“Welcome home, baby,” Zane says.
When I nod, I lean on his chest and he kisses my forehead.
“I miss you baby,” I say, staring at Dante.
“MOMMY!” he squeals and it warms my heart do much.
“I’m exhausted, Daddy,” I cry out, giving him little girl eyes.
I was so ready to be in my little girl space now, but argh! I was surrounded by people.
Understanding dawns on Zane and he takes the baby away from my arms.
Dante gladly goes to his father’s arms and he hands him over to Lisa. He takes her to go play with Kayla and the other kids in the house.
Sweeping me off my feet, Zane ignores the rest of the people in the living room and carry me to our wing.
In our bedroom, he gently places me on the bed and starts undressing me.
“Tell Daddy what you did today, little girl,” Daddy Zane says.
I fall into a relaxing mode and enjoy Zane’s hands on me.
“We had lunch before heading to the saloon. I got white and red nail polish, Daddy. And instead of flowers, I got butterflies pinned on them,” I say proudly showing off my nails.
Since my hair was carefully done and placed in a hair net, I was paying extra attention to it.
“So, you did several things then. I noticed you didn’t use enough money from my account, any problem?” he asks frowning.
I gasp and he frowns at that.
“I used about ten thousand Euros for my hair, clothes and bags. That’s too much. I didn’t even pay for my food,” I saw.
Casey had said her husband was paying for everything, but still, I had beat her to paying for my clothes.
“Not enough excuse. If Daddy says you should go out and have fun, I expect you to obey that,” he says warmly, placing kisses on my forehead.
“I have…” I start arguing but Zane kisses me on the mouth.
“You stubborn woman. Can’t you just listen for once and say, Yes, Daddy?” he teases.
“That will make me boring. And Zane, what you don’t need is a boring wife. Deal with me,” I state flaring my small nostrils at him.
Laughing, Zane’s shoulders starts vibrating and then, he sober, his eyes darkens gently, those perky looking brown eyes I love so much staring at me.
“I hate vanilla, London. Thus, you are perfect for me,” he let out.
His words touch my heart and I blink, fighting the tears away.
“Zane!” I murmur.
He captures my lips in his and I feel heat pool through me as I close my eyes, getting hooked by the moment.
When Zane pulls away, I quickly open my eyes to watch him shiver in delight.
Panting, I catch my breathe asking, “Why did you stop?”
My eyes are glaring deeply into his, waiting for a response.
“You have a few hours to rest before we leave, honey. You can take a nap, I will go look if Dante needs anything,” he says taking a step backward.
“No, Daddy. He is fine with Lisa. I just got here and I need your attention,” I say sounding childish.
Zane looks at me, but shut up before his thoughts spill out of his mouth.
“Tell me, baby, what do you want me to do before you sleep?” he asks sweetly.
“Make me cum, baby?” I ask and then giggle, knowing that it was truly something I’d need to sleep now.
“You’ve got it, baby girl,” he mouths, kissing me playfully.