Chapter 11: Stalked
As I laid in bed, in my own bed that night, there was so much running through my head. I am such an idiot. I should have stayed with Zane tonight. I didn't feel safe. I didn't feel safe at all and I didn't like this feeling. The feeling I was being watched.
Me and Zane should have been meeting my mom and dad by now but I wasn't in the mood. He wasn't in the mood either. I told him I am just going home and I wanted to be alone.
But alone wasn't safe. It wasn't safe at all anymore.
I need to call him. Call Zane.
I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.
"Can you come over?"
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I just really, really need you here with me. I don't want to be alone."
"Okay. I'll be right over."
"Okay, I'll make us some dinner."
"Alright. I love you."
"I love you more." I answer.
He hangs up before I do and then I hang up and hop out of bed.
As I walk down the stairs, someone knocks on the door.
It couldn't be Zane. That was way too fast. Unless he was stalking me this whole time. Zane doesn't seem much like the stalking type.
I didn't know what to do. What if it was Damien? What if he followed me home and came here to claim what he thought was "rightfully his"?
I went to the window and pulled the curtain back. I looked out of the window and I saw Dorian. Oh thank god. I let out my tense breath and unlocked the door and opened it.
Dorian stepped in. "Hey. I thought you and Zane were supposed to be meeting mom and dad today."
"We cancelled." I said shutting and double locking the door.
"Damien." I answered.
Dorian paused, "What?"
"He came into the bar today."
"What did the fucker say?" Dorian asked crossing his arms.
I swallowed hard. "He basically said that he's not giving up and that I will belong to him again and soon."
Dorian sighed. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK."
"Dorian, everything's going to be fine."
"No. I'm going to be on your ass for now until….fucking forever! I hate him so fucking much!"
"Relax, dude. Take a deep breath."
He sighs. He takes a few deep breaths and shakes his head. "How did he find us?"
"His dad works with dad. So I guess he told him without really knowing what he was saying. It's not dad's fault." I turned and walked into the kitchen. "Want some spaghetti?"
Dorian sits down in a chair. "Sure."
I get a can of sauce from the cabinet and tomato paste. I grab out two pots, fill one with water and the other gets filled with the spaghetti sauce.
A few moments later, there's another knock on the door.
I go to the door, open it, and Zane steps in the house and crushes his lips to mine. It catches me by surprise but I couldn't ignore the feeling that ran over my body when he did.
I moan as he cups my jaw with his hand.
He presses me against the door, my back slams it shut.
"Zane." I purr his name and he nods. "You're mine. You hear me? Mine."
I nod. "I'm yours. Always." I whisper before his lips are on mine again.
Dorian clears his throat and Zane immediately turns his head. "Oh, I didn't know you were here. Hello, Dorian."
Dorian nods. "Hey. Um…I'll just go upstairs and let you two do…whatever."
Zane shakes his head. "No. It's fine. We were just saying hi to each other."
I nod, wiping my lips. "Yeah."
Dorian nods, grimacing before going back into the kitchen.
It was insane how even in a scary, depressing time, when we kiss, it lights me up. It lights us both up.
I grab Zane's hand after locking the door and pull him into the kitchen. He helps me make the sauce by adding some spices and water.
I cook the noodles and soon we were all sitting down, eating.
"So what's the plan of action?" Dorian asks.
I didn't answer. Honestly I didn't want to think about it.
"I've been wondering the same thing." Zane says, his eyes on mine.
I shrugged, toying with my noodles as I twirled them around my fork. "I don't know."
"I'm thinking, maybe she should stay with you, Zane, until this mess is cleared up."
Zane nods. "That's not a bad idea. Want to?" He asks me.
I nod. "Yeah. That'll be okay."
"You sound unsure." He says.
"It's just…I really don't want to get you involved in my mess. It's not fair."
"I'm going to protect you no matter what you say."
"I know there's nothing I can do about it. I just….I love you and I really don't want you to get hurt."
He reaches across the table and grabs my hand. "I love you more and I won't get hurt."
"Why don't we pay that fucker a visit?" Dorian asked.
I shake my head. "That's risky. Risky and stupid."
"Why is it stupid?"
"Because I don't want anymore trouble, Dorian. We have enough trouble as is. Okay? Seeing him will just make things worst and besides, his dad is ex military. Damien knows how to use a gun."
"So…you'll get shot and killed."
"Look, Dork, I know you want to protect me, but I don't want you to get hurt either. I love you too much."
He nods. "Fine. I'll just crash on the couch tonight."
"You don't have to."
"Hey, you two can still get it on upstairs if you need to. I'll just turn the tv up loud."
"Are you ready for bed?" Zane asks.
I nod. "I'll wash dishes in the morning." I said.
Zane took my hand.
"Night, Dork." I said.
Zane led me through the living room and up the stairs.
I decided to take a shower and Zane insisted on joining me. Not that I minded much.
Zane kissed my shoulders and massaged them. It felt very, very good. I shut my eyes. All of the tenseness left my muscles.
I moaned, tipping my head back slightly.
"You're vulnerable. I don't want to take advantage of you while you're vulnerable."
I turned to look at him. "I'm asking you to. Please? I need you to. And the only thing that makes me feel vulnerable is whenever I'm away from you. I'm near you now, so please?" I ask.
Zane nods, understandably as he shuts the water off and then we get out of the shower.
I I wrap a towel around my body, that I knew wouldn't be on long and I went into the bedroom while Zane followed.
I turned towards him, despite my discomfort of Damien being in town, I smiled at Zane and dropped my towel as I got onto the bed.
Zane smiled a little, putting his towel onto the chair and walking to me.
He was beautiful and he was ready. I could tell he was as his cock stood up straight.
I laid back onto the bed waiting for him.
He climbs onto it and parts my legs, he kisses my pussy, which was damn near enough to drive me over edge. Then he kissed my stomach and took my nipple into his mouth.
I moaned, my fingers driving into his full head of hair as I shut my eyes.
I was dripping wet by now and it didn't take long at all.
His body slid down the full length of my torso as he kissed up, till he got to my throat. "Kiss me." I begged.
He obliged without hesitation, covering my body fully with his.
He moaned under the kiss as he rubbed the head of himself against my swollen clit.
I moaned with him, begging for him to start.
He gave me what I wanted, hitching my leg over his hip and slowly pushed into me.
Carelessly I moaned, loudly, the sound unfamiliar as it slipped out.
I grabbed onto his shoulders. "Go fast." I begged.
He nodded and buried his head into my neck as he moved in what began as a slow pace. My body began responding immediately as I moved with him.
He was the only thing I could think about. Damien was gone from my head as my pleasure built up. More and more.
I wrapped my legs around Zane, throwing my head back while my nails scratched at his back.
His pace increased as he pulled his head back and looked me in my eyes.
"Love you." I gasped.
He nods, pure pleasure on his beautiful face. "I love you more." He breathed before kissing me, hard, with fire, passion, anger for Damien, and love for me.
"We should go out to eat." Zane says.
I put his sunny side up eggs onto a plate and shrugged. "Are you sure?"
He nods. "This is day two we've been stuck in the house. Lets go out."
I bite down on my lip.
"That's a good idea, Nikki." Dorian said.
I nod and look to Zane. "Yeah, but what if he follow us?"
"He's not stalking you. I scoped the neighborhood twice this morning." Dorian said.
I nod. "Fine. We can go tonight."
I do admit, I did want to get out of the house. I felt such like a couch potato if I stayed home too long.
When it was time for us to leave, I dressed up in a long skirt and a tank top to go with it with a pair of champagne colored flats.
I pulled my hair into a bun and added some eyeliner and mascara to my eyes.
Zane had went to get dressed at his house and told me he'd be back to pick me up.
I was relieved when he came back. I have the hugest feeling that Damien wasn't just watching me, he was watching us all.
Me and Zane went out to a nice quiet restaurant a couple blocks from where I live.
It was peaceful, filled only with low conversations from other people. I ordered a glass of wine which made Zane's eyebrow shoot up in curiosity. He ordered a beer and then looked to me as the waiter walked away.
"I thought you didn't drink."
I shrugged. "Might as well start. My ex just came from hiding."
Zane nodded but then said. "I don't want you tense because of him, Nikki. I won't let him touch you. Okay?"
"I just wish that I didn't pull you in this."
"Hey," He grabs my hand across the table and squeezes it gently. "I asked to be in it."
That's true. But still.
God I wish I could take a hammer to the head of Damien. And to the head of Veronica. I hate him and I hate her.
When we received our glasses, the wine actually didn't taste so bad, so I drunk half and received the food I ordered.
The food was delicious and actually distracted me from my disheveled thoughts of being watched.
"Like the food?" He asked.
I nodded appreciative. "I love this place. It's so quiet and this alfredo is so good." I said.
He smiles. "I'm glad you think so. I wanted to tell you something. Something very important yet may be too soon."
I put my fork down and looked to him. "What is it?"
He reaches for my other hand and I give it to him. "I love you and I don't want neither of our exes getting in the way of that."
I shook my head. "They won't."
"If he took you away from, I'd go crazy. And I feel like we belong with each other and nothing can break us apart. Especially not them."
I smile. "I feel so too."
He smiles softly and kisses my hand.
"I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom."
He nods and releases me. I go up a couple of stairs. There were two doors. One led to the bathroom and the other was an emergency exit.
I stepped into the bathroom to make sure I still look neat and tidy and not depressed about the situation. I didn't want to be stressed tonight.
Zane would keep me unstressed.
I took a deep breath and then walked out of the restroom, and the second I did, My mouth was covered with a napkin as I was pulled against a tight and big body whispering "Shh." in my ear.
The napkin smelled weird.
It smelled like chloro…..