Chapter 43

ZAVIER [Zero]

Lani said the prayers before we ate. I never knew I had a big appetite until I started eating Lani's cooking. Tastes so damn good.

"So, Lani, you never told me you turned this bastard to a woman-napper." Morris groaned from the other side of the table, his mouth full.

I glared at him and he shrugged unperturbed. Lani smiled shyly and said, "You don't talk while you eat, Morris."

"You don't need to correct the assh0le. Heavens knows that I'll be damn happiest if he chokes and dies." I grumbled as I ate.

He placed his hand to his chest. "You just hurt me. I'm so heartbroken."

Lani rolled her eyes and continued eating. Morris kept on bantering. I couldn't forget what the woman told me while she left.

The woman I 'brought' for Lani had met us on the way and told me that she'd talked with Lani, and when she was leaving she'd turned.

"Get to know her really well. It'll help you understand her better and her sad moods." She'd said frighteningly but bravely.

As I took the streak with a damned fork and placed it in between my teeth, it really damned on me that I don't know much about her childhood and it's because I never asked.

LEILANI

"Tell me about yourself." Zavier shocked me by asking as we laid down on the bed that night.

"Myself?" I asked.

"Mmh. I've been too damn concerned about your safety but now that I think on it, I find out that I've never fvcking asked you about you."

Joy sped up in me that he is asking.

He stared at me intensely, "It's just that I've not used to this....things like this. I figured every damn person in the world would be so tight-lipped like I am when it comes to talking about themselves."

"Yea, I noticed that you don't like it much." I whispered, "but you told me."

He nodded curtly. "You're the first I told. Well, that idiot Morris do know bits and pieces but nothing more. I figured it's no one's concerned, but after being with you all these months, I'm learning a lot of new things I never knew before."

My heart warmed at those words. If there's another thing I learned about Zavier is that his patience and long talks only extends to Morris and I.

For the others in the world, he's not so.....accommodating.

So, for the next couple of hours I told him all about my childhood and the sisters. The fact that I don't know my parents but I never felt it any day because Sister Benedetta was always there for me.

"So, they just allowed you out on your own when you told them that you want to come out of the convent?" He asked, playing with my hair.

My head on his chest, I listened to the beating of his heart. "Well, they didn't just allow it. At first, they disagreed. Sister Fiona and Sister Rose wouldn't even hear of it. But I kept pleading with Sister Benedetta. Eventually she agreed."

"She's the head of them all so when she agreed, it didn't take long for the others to agree too. I miss home." I whispered so sadly.

I couldn't help remembering how peaceful and simple it was inside the gates of the convent. I can't help missing sister Benedetta.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked suddenly.

"Home....you know, the convent. And then my friends at the orphanage. Mostly, I miss visiting all those children. It's just been so long...." I trailed off.

"We can go and see them." He stated.

"We can?" That made me so happy, I was grinning from ear to ear.

He shrugged, "We can. Wherever you want to go, all you have to do is ask. I do not like that you're sad."

I threw my arms around him, feeling so excited. "Thank you so much, Zavier! It makes me so happy."

He hugged me back. His arms going round my back and drawing me closer to him. I breathed in his scent, the maleness that was uniquely his.

"Oh Zavier....!" I whispered happily.

Zavier pulled back a bit and palmed my cheek. "Months ago, when I always sit under the damn tree to watch you do everything in your flower store...from moving the fvck around, attending to customers, to smiling so so much. That smile always made me feel so damn weird."

"It's like a fvcking tightening in my chest. I love that you smile. I do not like, that you ever get sad, okay?" He groaned, staring me in the eyes.

My lower belly fluttered and the most radiant of smile left my lips as I gazed at him shyly. "I like it when you're happy too, Zavier. It makes me happy." I revealed softly.

He reached for me then, joining our lips together and I kissed him with all the fever and the excitement in me.

He stroked our tongues together and my eyes closed with a sigh. He started a rhythm that was like a drug to my system.

But when his hands went for my clothes, the guilt and shame came calling again...

"What is the matter?" He asked then, drawing my focus to him and I saw the intensity he was looking at me. Only Zavier can stare at me so intensely.

I started to shake my head but stopped. I remembered Bonnie's advice about talking with him about it and my cheeks heated.

"Uhm....Z-Zavier?" The topic was so scandalous, I dont even know where to start.

He kissed my neck. "Mmh?"

"C-Can we not urm....c-c-can we not..." I swallowed tightly, waving my hands helplessly trying to explain but the words were just stuck in my lips.

"Can we not.....what, doll?" He asked curiously.

I scratched my hair, "T-T-That is, c-c-can we n-not....you know..." I closed my head and forcefully pushed the words out, "m-make love?"

His brows knitted together, "You mean sex?"

I winced at the crass word "It's called l-love making too. M-Making love."

He cocked his head to the side in thought and tasted the words in his mouth, "Making love? Why the hell will fvcking be called that?"

I swallowed tightly, my cheeks so hot I could feel the heat. "That is...uhm...that is what lovers do between them. Two people that lo--likes themselves and they....you know...it becomes love making. They make love because they lov--likes each other."

"Oh...guess that makes sense." He nodded in thought, "So, we can't make love, why, doll?"

I thought through heaven and earth how to explain more, but I settled for the only one I can come up with. "We l-live in sin and it makes me sad."

I saw his head whirling around, the wheels spinning. "So, that assh0le Morris was right when he said that you might be sad because I don't give you enough orgasms, but I was very sure—"

"No!" I was quick to shout, "No! That's not the reason."

He seemed relieved. "That's not it?"

"That's not it..."

"Okay. But you don't want us to fvck like rabbits?"

I grimaced softly.

"Sorry. You don't want us to make love?"

I looked at his face and saw the little smile there, like he's intentionally teasing me. Most of the tension released from me and I nodded my head, "For now...."

"Okay. Guess I can live with that." He groaned, "At least, for now."

My heart relaxed and I smiled at him so gratefully, "Thank you....honey." I never get used to the words but I'm trying to.

I read in a book where it's said that 'boyfriends' and 'husbands' likes being called all those endearments just like 'girlfriends' and 'wives' do.

He pulled me into a hug then. "I will not say I understand why or anything, but we stop mainly because it makes you sad, okay?"

I nodded, "Thank you, honey." I was so elated, I almost said 'I love you' to him but the words stuck at my throat. I know he has serious aversion to that word.

We settled into a comfortable position to sleep in each others arms and...

I started hearing very weird erotic sounds and from the way Zavier stilled too, I guess he heard it too.

The sounds were so erotic, the blush on my cheeks got worse. Bad movies?

I buried my face to the bed and mumbled incoherently in sheer embarrassment.

Bad movies....! I tried not to seem even more alarmed than I already was, but I stared at the door to the living room as a man said, “You like that in your tight little cuπt?”

“Yes, Daddy,” came the reply.

Oh my god. I couldn’t look at Zavier, my head was buried on the bed.

"Morris, you bastard! Keep it the fvck down!”

“Sorry, assh0le.” The sound lowered. “But you should see the ass on this one. Damn. Like two butterball turkeys, basted to fvcking perfection.”

I groaned again and I was surprised when I heard Zavier laugh. The sound was a deep rumble so unfamiliar, my head snapped up and his face captivated me.

On staring at me, he laughed the more. "Your face....looks like a sunburnt zone."

I could barely make out what he said because I was staring at him so openly, drinking in the very sight of him laughing so much.

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TBC