Zoey P.o.v Five hours. Five long, agonizing hours of my life. I waited, waited to get even an air of how the treatment was going. I haven't moved from the living room since, the room stink of the blood that once pooled on the floor. A maid came and wiped the blood away a while ago, but the metallic smell lingered. I began pacing the living room again, I've lost count of how many times I had paced this room in the last five hours. I kept glancing at the door they disappeared into, hoping one of them will appear, but each time I get disappointed. I groan and get frustrated, rubbing my hands over my face a hundred times, catching a glimpse of the dried blood on the back of my hand. That was when I took notice, that the blood wasn't just on my hand but was scattered over my front, staining my dress. I couldn't stop myself from cringing in disgust, the guilt that stabbed my chest left me breathless. I found myself

Marco p.o.vA sharp pain in my abdomen puts my brain on high alert and I jolt awake. The first thing I realized is I'm sore as fuck, the second thing I realized is my cock is in a much better mood than I am. And it's probably because it's nestled against an ass that makes me believe that I'm in heaven. My attention shifts to Zoey, the woman who has my world revolving around her. She's still asleep, breathing in slow even breaths. My arm is draped around her waist holding her against myself. My face is still buried in the back of her neck, her scent stirs my cock even more than the heat of her body. It's obvious that at the blood in my system decided to settle down South, and that's why I don't have a god damn shred of common-sense left. I didn't move, not even a fraction of reaction even after ten minutes of lying here awake. I let her scent consume my veins like my very own personal brand of poison. She shifted a bit, going stiff afterward. I can tell by the way she titled her h

Marco p.o.v“Oh my God, Marco, I'm so sorry I didn't know it was her.” Rebecca apologize, I groan, knowing it isn't her fault. “Oh my goodness, how much damaged have I caused? I truly didn't intend to cause you any trouble, I'm so sorry.” She regretted. I should have told Zoey about her in the first place. Zoey is my priority and I shouldn't have done anything to hurt. “It's fine, we've been this way for two years now, so it's natural for you to introduce yourself like that.” I told her reassuringly. “Are you going to tell her everything now?” Rebecca asked. “Of course, I don't hide anything from my wife.” I almost hissed in irritation, I can't bring myself to hide this situation with Rebecca from Zoey. Even though we had sworn to keep it our secret. “I think we should end it here as well, I would rather not complicate things further for you.”Rebecca suggested. I know her predicament, and the situation she's caught in. I had promised to help her through it, and I'm going to do j

Zoey p.o.v“Your dad is not dead.” The words kept ring in my head, paralysing me momentarily. I stared wide-eyed at him, not knowing how to react or if I should trust what he said. I saw myself first hand, my dad losing his life and taking his last breath before my eyes. I watched as his body went limp on the hospital bed, lifeless. And how my mom and I broke down, and rushed to his side, pleading for him to wake up. I experienced these things, then what is the news that my dad is not dead. “What do you mean, my dad has been dead for six years? You were at his funeral, remember? Then what are you saying.” I hissed, my voice trembling as I speak. A jolt of electricity surged through my body as I waited impatiently for him to say he was joking. My heart skipped a beat when he just started at me blankly, his expression saying he's far from joking. “I'm serious Zoey, your dad is not dead. It was our plan to fake his death.” He said, holding my hands in one hand and cupped my cheek w

Zoey p.o.vThe cool afternoon gust swept past my face, caressing my face. The sun shone down, creating a glow over the earth and a sense of warmth that hugged my skin. My heart refused to slow down, even after leaving his overwhelming presence. I could feel the afternoon whiff of my skin and the fresh scent of nature that surrounded Marco's private estate.Rebecca and I strolled the lengthy path, since Marco had his home in the middle of a forest. It was a long walk to civilization.As we walked, my mind raced with thoughts of him. The way his piercing black eyes had locked onto mine, and how my breath caught in my throat. There was something about him that both intrigued and frightened me. His presence was overpowering, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around him.Rebecca sensed my unease and nudged me with her elbow. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, concern clear in her voice.I forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah, I'm fine. Just a slight shaken up, that's all.”Re