Chapter 9

I glared at the door, wondering what the hell is keeping Lani in the bathroom after more than an hour.

Morris chuckled at my restlessness, completely relaxed, he threw his leg on the center table.

"But what in God's shoes is keep her, dammit." I muttered noncommittally.

Morris's eyes widened. "I am right, there's a bitch in here!"

"You'll be picking your teeth from the damn floor if you call her a bitch again." I gritted out.

"Woaah." Morris's jaw dropped, "Since when did they stop being bitches to you?"

"This one's not like the others."

He chuckled like it's impossible. "And, since when did you start bringing bitches here? You NEVER bring them here."

I glared at him fiercely in my frustration.

For the first time in his life, he took a fucking cue for what it is and clamped his mouth damn shut.

I turned and headed for the bathroom door, wondering why she's still in there after an hour.

Should have known that Morris's silence won't be for damn long.

"Can't wait to see the bi—a woman that's got your pants so twisted," Morris shouted behind me, clearly having fun.

I flipped him the middle finger.

LEILANI

I don't have anything to wear.

I sat there in the bathtub, holding my towel wrapped tightly around me even though I'm the only one in the bathroom.

"Lani!"

I jolted when I heard him call my name. I chewed on my lips unable to answer.

"Lani, are you alright in there?" He didn't shout his time. His voice sounded like he presses his mouth to the door of the bathroom.

I cleared my throat and tried to raise my voice. "I-I'm fine."

"You've been in there forever." I heard the frustration in his voice.

"I don't have a-anything to wear." My cheeks heated as I revealed.

Silence.

And then, "Lani. There are towels in there to wrap yourself in."

"I'm already wrapped in a towel."

"Great. Then, start coming out."

Is he serious? "I can't. T-The towel doesn't cover much. It's immodest."

"Goddamn, Christ!"

I jolted at these angry words. I waited for him to say another word but....nothing.

I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the door suddenly burst open. My eyes widened when I found out that he has kicked the door down.

He came to me and dragged me out of the tub, ignoring my protests. Thankfully, the bathroom was in his bedroom and the door of his bedroom was closed, so it was just he and I in the room.

From the voices I heard when I was in the bathroom, I know we have company. Is the visitor a man or a woman?

If he's a man, is he a killer like him?

If she's a woman, is she his wife?

Does he have a wife? Lani highly doubts that.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he stopped her in front of the big wardrobe.

ZERO

If I was a good motherfucker, I would have gone to the nearest mall and bought her clothes to change into.

But whoever said I was shit like that?

Just the thought of her in my shirt has me spotting a damn huge boner for the past few minutes.

Thank fuck for her innocence, she doesn't seem to notice.

The boner got fucking painful with her pressed beside me in nothing but a towel. I've never touched a damn softer skin my own damn life.

I glared at my wardrobe. All my tops and shirts are black in color just like the heart of their goddamn owner. But I don't want Lani in my black shirt because it isn't her.

I pulled out a white shirt I bought God-knows-when and unwrapped it from its packet. I'd bet it's the only white in the whole damn wardrobe.

"Here. Put it on." I gave it to her.

She took it with slightly trembling hands. Her cheeks turned the deepest shades of red. "T-Thank you. But u-underwears....."

I know she meant panties. My damn cock jerked in my pants, I sucked in a breath.

She's naked under that damn towel, my devilish mind whispered.

I closed my eyes and implored fucking patience for the first time in a damn long time.

"You won't be needing them," I told her the truth.

All blood drained from her expressive face. "I-I-I need them, Mr. Zero...."

"Cut it up with the 'Mr' bullcrap, will you? There's nothing formal about our fucking relationship Lani, you'd better get your innocent mind used to it."

She went silent, clutching the long shirt to her body. Fuck, she looks good enough to eat.

"Okay, Zero..."

I groaned softly. My name on her soft lips sounded like a damn benediction. I wonder how the hell it'll sound like when she's screaming it with my cock deep inside her.

"Get dressed up. I'll be back in a minute." I forced the thought to the back of my mind.

She nodded. "I'll be ready to go home soon."

I'd already taken steps to the door when she said that. My damn steps halted instantly. Take her home?

I turned and walked back to her. She swallowed tightly but she didn't back away from me this time around, which calmed the fucking beast in me a bit. Just a bit.

I got closer and took her soft cheek in my hand. "Let's get some things straight, sweet little Lani."

Her breath caught in her throat, her beautiful blues eyes staring at my black eyes.

"You are going to wear that, and I'm going to come back and you're going to tell me why that damn man came to your store today. You're going to stay for dinner and you're going to spend the night in this house."

Her eyes already widened to unbearable degrees before I finished saying the last words. But she hasn't heard the best part yet.

I leaned closer and kissed her neck. She jerked and shivered, tried to pull away but I caged her in my arms.

I was careful to separate our lower bodies so she wouldn't know the effects she has on me. She might drop dead from the fear of it.

"As I said, you're going to stay for dinner and you're going to spend the night here. Most importantly, you're going to be sleeping in my bed tonight."

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