"Scare you?" I snort at that. "Am I supposed to believe big, bad Zane Jackson is easily frightened?" His eyes narrow while I leer up at him. My naked breasts are pressing into his hot skin, and water is going between them, raining over my stomach. Zane isn't saying a word, and I'm absentmindedly st
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 g
"Cute." Zane leans forward, licking me again, and knitting his eyes together. He is doing it slower than ever—the fucking tease. When he leans back, he is smirking. "Ask me again, nicer this time." "No." Smiling, he bends forward and nips at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I yelp in sur
Zane I'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,
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 stagg
"Yes?" Dela freezes, and her backpack tumbles. She must have packed a ton of stuff because it's enormous. "Did you say anything?" "I did..." Zane grins. "I was going to say you can stay for as long as you want, seeing you've already packed for the Siberian winter." Dela snorts. "Well, thank you."
Shirley Dela 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 sometim
"Wife?" "Yes." Dela sobs. "I'm so happy..." Lionel beams up into her face. I find it adorable that he doesn't give a fuck about lying on the floor like a slob. All he cares about is making the girl in his life happy. "How about we head upstairs? Zane said we could take his bed. We can talk more