Shirley I can't focus on the TV. I'm trying to keep my breaths steady and pay attention to the news, but Zane is ruffling my feathers by simply existing. He is eating dinner from his plate. The pasta he promised. His back is against the wall, and he sits comfortably beside me on a mattress. We haven't bought a couch yet, but watching TV in an almost empty living room is a funny feeling. I scoop more chocolate cake into my mouth while wondering if Zane would take offense if I moved to rest my feet across the mattress. I wouldn't need to touch him, but would he find it weird if my painted toenails wriggled right on the front of his bent legs? Silently, I study his profile. Zane is sitting in a lotus position, and as if sensing me watching him, he turns around to face me with his I'm-going-to-rock-your-world smile. He also has smarmy bedroom eyes and a ridiculously handsome face. Damn it all. It's not bidding well for me while I'm on these freaking pregnancy hormones. I wish my
Shirley My hands grip the hem of my pants, but I find myself unable to remove them under Zane's curious gaze. He scans my body with a sort of lazy perusal designed to awake butterflies. "Could you please look away as I undress? You're making me nervous by staring at me." I glare up at him, and Zane blinks back at me with false innocence. "Why can't I look at you?" I blush. "Because... Because it's making it harder to undress. I'm already self-conscious of my pregnant body." Humor shines in his bedroom eyes, but his expression turns downright dirty as he steps closer. Even though Zane is still wearing his clothes, I can feel the heat from his skin. Or maybe I imagine it because I'm devastatingly attracted to him. "Do you need help undressing?" I laugh at that. "No, that would make it worse..." I bite my lower lip and look away at the shower. It's standing behind a glass door, and the bathroom is enormous. "Why don't you head inside first, and I follow you? I just need a moment."
Shirley I can barely breathe, too hyperaware of the hot man standing behind me. Every heartbeat, every breath; I can sense it all. "I asked you a question," Zane murmurs, but his tone tells me he isn't in a rush. He knows what he does to me, and his large hands are stroking my skin but not quite going as low as I want them. I close my eyes. Zane's hands are between my thighs, and I stand deathly still, enjoying his touch. Every movement is deliberate and agonizingly slow. Zane is on a mission to drive me insane with desire, probably knowing I'm close to screaming and bossing him around to just take me already. He is toying with me. "Shirley?" Zane's whisper is a tease. His lips press against the nape of my neck, and his fingertips teasingly slide lower. "Ask me to pleasure you, Shirley. I know you want it." He is right. I'm shaking, and my pregnancy hormones are through the roof. I want to be taken care of. It's not fair that the man I like is right here, naked and ready to
ZaneI'm toweling myself, aware of Shirley's eyes sticking to my body like glue. They are widening by the second, colored in a lovely shade of green. Emeralds that reflect something like horror or mortification. I frown. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I preferred it when she was drooling, but now she just seems freaked out. "Because..." Shirley wet her lips. Her eyes dart away from me, but they are back just as quick. It's like she can't help herself from looking, which is endearing. "Shouldn't you be putting clothes on?"I lift an eyebrow at her question, smiling faintly. "Why? You have seen everything already, and we just had sex.""Yes, but it was a one-time gig," Shirley makes this gurgling sound when she realizes I'm hard again. "Oh god, could you... Beautiful cock... I mean, I mean, you should hide that thing!"A wider smile spreads over my lips. I find Shirley's reddening cheeks cute, and the way she can't look away from my naked body? I could stand here all day pret
Shirley I open the door, expecting to see Dela, but instead, it's both Dela and my sister Gina standing outside. "Yo!" Dela grimaces at me and pulls at her sleeve. "She wouldn't leave no matter what I told her, and—" "SO IT'S TRUE THAT YOU ARE LIVING WITH MY HUSBAND, YOU FUCKING SLUT?!" I stagger inside, chased by my rampant sister. Her eyes are bloodshot, and I'm pretty intimidated since she is taller than me and looks like she hasn't slept for days. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU SLEPT WITH ZANE! AND YOU'RE PREGNANT TOO?! WHAT THE FUCK, SHIRLEY!" My pulse drums against my neck. Adrenaline is slouching in my veins, yet I'm unsure what to do or say. Are they even words in a tragic and fucked-up situation like this? "SAY SOMETHING!" Tears are streaming down Gina's face, and her bottom lip is quivering. Her entire face is a picture of misery. It breaks my heart. I feel like a monster watching the pain in Gina's expression because I can't do anything to console her. I have fallen in
ShirleyDela is sitting beside me on the mattress in the living room, shaking from her nerves. I find it hilarious how Zane decided to play cupid with his phone earlier. I would never say this out loud, but...One of Dela's flaws is that she is too shy and stubborn. She overthinks, which sometimes keeps her from being honest with her boyfriend. But now Lionel knows the truth.Lionel knows Dela is ready to move in with him and even marry his ass. I wonder what his response will be?"Have you checked your phone?" I ask Dela and sip on my tea which Zane made for me. I feel spoiled and content. I've already devoured two pieces of chocolate cake and some cucumber with ranch dip. My tastebuds are so odd. "I don't dare to check it," Dela covers her face with both hands. She is sweetly shy. "I'm terribly afraid of what Lionel is going to say.""Why would you be afraid?" I ask and turn around when I think I hear something strange. Footsteps come from behind us, and I expect to see Zane, but
Shirley Waking up next to the person you're falling in love with is fantastic. "Zane?" A smile tugs on my lips when the man sleeping next to me doesn't even stir when I say his name. He is gorgeous and lit up by the morning sun, a big man, yet with a feeling of innocence when he sleeps. Carefully, I smooth the back of my fingers down his cheek, aimlessly over his jaw. Over the unshaven stubble that feels bristly and raw, I find it ruggedly sexy, and my smile widens. Zane doesn't look his age. There is no graying in his hair, and his face is unfairly beautiful. His skin is baby soft near his close eyes, and his long eyelashes are fanned against his cheekbones. When I notice slight sun damage on the bridge of his nose, I smile and run my fingertip over the area. There are tiny little freckles. Hard to see due to his bronzed complexion, but they are there. They are also my new favorite thing about him. My heart swells, and my fingers trail over to his chest next. The column of
Zane When I waltzed into the kitchen earlier, I had no clue that my fantastic morning was about to head straight into the pits of hell. I'm cooking lunch for Shirley. She fell back asleep after breakfast. And Dela and Lionel aren't here. I mind my own business flipping meat for the mother of my child, and that's when it happens. Shirley strolls into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes while wearing one of my oversized jerseys. Even pregnant, the thing looks like a damn blanket on her. Cute. "Oh, steaks for lunch?" Without looking away from the frying pan, I smile. "You know it." "Awesome," she strokes her hand over my back. "I feel terrible just getting everything handed to me. You're spoiling me." "I am, but I don't mind." "You're precious." Shirley takes a seat by the table and flips through her phone. I hand her a glass of juice and the food. The mood is light and fun, and that's when everything changes. Suddenly my five sister bust into the kitchen out of nowhere