Lahat ng Kabanata ng Daddy Zane: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

***LONDON'S POV***I spent all night waiting for a man who came straight to the bathroom and went under the shower. Alright, I am being a jealous bitch and I am the fucking reason he went out in the first place, but please, I don't want to think he was with another woman and now, he is washing out the remnants of his mistress' scent on himself. "You cheated didn't you?" I ask, my eyes on his own. I notice the frown on Zane's face and I wish I could take back the words I had just spoken but it was too late now. "The fuck? Do I look like a cheat now?" he demands frowning at me. I feel embarrassed and although I try to hide the shame on my face, I feel it grow hot and I look away now. Squeezing my neck lightly, he forces my face on his. "You don't say it and get embarrassed now, do you, London?" he asks fiercely. I shake my head, but Zane is bent on passing his point across.."I am sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't have even run my mouth about that. I feel like an idiot," I

***ZANE'S POV***I see the moment my wife cracks between my fingers, the moment she regrets her decision of lying to me, and it is at that minute I draw my fingers from her pussy, sticking it into my mouth and sucking it like a starved man while my eyes are still buried on hers. "Daddy," she whimpers. "Yes, Little girl," I reply with a smug smile on my face. "I was going to cum," she whines out like a baby. Closing the distance between us, I kiss her passionately on her neck, dragging those kisses out as much as I can. When she starts reacting, I pull away, letting her feel the stink just the way it should be. "I know, but I thought you were not feeling well?" I press slowly, waiting for her anger to snap between her. "Fine. I am fine," she cries our rubbing her bottom on my already hard dick. Wasting no time, I grab her beneath her bum bum and encourage her to wrap those tiny legs around my waist, when I unclick my belt, I force my dick in her, making her part her li

***ZANE'S POV***"Vincenzo? Jesus, Zane, get a sense of decency," I hear a familiar voice groan out before I open my eyes. The club is dead and apart from a few people making out at the end of the dimly lit room, I spot a few drunkards and that is it. "Fuck, what happened?" I ask feeling like my head will be divided into two if care is not taken. Yawning, I glare at the man in front of me, frowning for a second as his face gets a name in my head. On alert, I grab Don Russell on the lapels of his shirt and pull him towards me, the memories if last night coming back in a rush. "Where is she?" I growl, the sound beastly. Russell frowns and pushes me away from him to stand. "Where the fuck is who?" he questions his tone suggesting that I calm down and talk properly. "My wife," I bark out fiercely. Alex comes in, a pretty mile on his face and Reaper behind him."Hey, Zane. Nice cock you have there," he says and I look down at my soft cock, although deflated, it still has

***REAPER'S POV***Author's Note:Yeah, you read that correctly. Since Reaper wouldn't have a story of his own, this chapter is written in his Pov. Enjoy. *** I don't need to babysit a girl just because we found out she isn't some guy and is doing shitty jobs for survival, but then, Blakely is not like the girls I know, or mean, I fuck. "Come, I will clean you up," he motion towards the door that leads to my room. It is huge, clean and airy than her little apartment she has downtown. "I need to go home," she says in pain.I wish I had helped her ass earlier by stopping Zane from hitting her, but she got herself into this men. When Zane kicked her in the stomach, I had this pull to immediately step in, to make sure that she is alright, but I needed to bide my time, jumping in would have meant I knew more. "Not happening, sorry," I say with a plain smile on my face. "It is," she stutters scrambling to her feet. She heads for the door and I step in front of her, blocking

***REAPER'S POV***The sound of Blakely breaking down in the vast kitchen makes me rush to her before she slumps, using me as a support system, she breaks down in tears and seeing hethat way torments the shit out of me "Hey, Sugar, no more sad tears, okay? I don't want you crying," I say encouraging he to stop crying. When she sniffs, I hand her a handlerchief from my pocket and she blows in it. "I shouldn't put myself in positions like this and expect sympathy. You all shouldn't even be opening your house and arms to visual strangers," her muffled cries soaks my t-shirt as she blows in her tissue more. "Zane kept you here, Blake. If he didn't want you here, he should have asked me to get rid of you or take you back to your apartment," I explain hoping that she understands. It takes a moment to calm Blakely down and kissing her forehead, she looks at me through hazy eyes. "I'm sorry," she mutters. "Why?" I ask my voice filled with concern. "I've put snort on your T-s