Chapter 11

***LONDON'S POV***

The food is one of the tastiest I have had in months, and that is literally shortly after I left Oliver's place. It hasn't been long though.

"Why do we have so much food, are we expecting guests to join us?" I ask as I dig my fries into the ranch and dip them into my mouth.

Zane laughs before replying, "No, this is all for you to enjoy yourself. I didn't know what you quite like, so, I ordered around. The Italian meals are good, you can try them out as well," he says.

I look at the food he is pointing at, the pasta looks really good, and my mouth is really juicy. On the other hand, are nachos and some other things I can't explain.

"Go on, don't stand on occasion," he says warmly nodding his head and prompting me to take it.

I try the food out, dishing it out into my plate and when I put it in my mouth, it is flavorful, I moan.

"I love the pasta. It is so good," I mutter taking another fork full of pasta and eating it.

Zane's rich masculine laughter