That fucking bitch. I’ll gladly take down those shiny hair extensions from her head. Look at me turning into a vindictive bitch...
“I was never a boy with stars in his eyes, dreaming of romantic shit, but I trusted her. I believed in commitment. I put everything in a relationship that went down in smoke and I had to announce that on a microphone in front of everyone that was there to see us engaged. She broke my fucking trust and left me with a bitter taste.” He pulled me closer to him and out of instinct I circled his waist with my arms. The comfort of his body came instantly. “I swore I’d never let another woman play me, or play any part in my life. The day Isabella left is the day I took control back and decided to never give the rains to anyone else ever again.”
“I’m sorry you had a crappy ex-fiancée, but I can’t be your hate fuck forever.”
“You are not...I... I’ll tell you this now so we can leave everything behind.” He takes a deep breath and I know I’m not gonna like what’s coming my way. ” I was frustrated and humiliated and I wanted to get her back, but I couldn’t. She moved to fucking Europe within a week of leaving me, so I went for the closest thing. Her twin sister.”
Holly crap!
“You’re joking?” He shakes his head and looks down guilty. ”Oh, my God, Zach, this is disgusting.”
“I know, ok. There’s nothing you can say that I didn’t tell myself already. Anyway, we had an affair for a couple of months then I got too revolted with what was going on and broke it off. We have only had a couple encounters in the past two years.”
“Sexual encounters?”
He answered through a stiff nod.
“God, Zach...when. When was the last time?”
He froze under my touch. I could feel his whole body go rigid.
“Zach!”
“A couple of weeks after you started working here.”
My mouth flies open and I inhale sharply. I can’t do anything other than watch him with desperation.
“You walked in here and fucked me from the first second, London. That first day when I gave you the tour? I knew that I would have given you the damn moon if you’d have asked me for it, and it scared the shit out of my living soul. You had a power over me that I swore no one would ever have.”
“What are you talking about? I was your target from the first second. You were the only one with power.”
“No baby, that’s just what you saw. I was weak in front of you, but I did a good job at hiding it. All I wanted, all I dreamed about was you, in every way, in every position, but I knew that if I tasted you once I’d be a goner. So, I tried to cover your smell with other women and when it didn’t work, I blamed Isabella for ruining that good part of me that I could have given it to you.” Women, plural. “Once again she was not here to be punished so...”
“Because finding you married to her would have been better?”
“I never said it was logical. I’m just telling you why. Every stupid thing I did, every stunt was because I was feeling too much, too fast.”
I sigh and two other tears travel down my face, but this time he’s here to catch them with his lips. I should feel worse, but his confession puts me at ease.
“London, please don’t cry. I want you to know two things, nothing happened today. She kissed me because she always thinks she’s entitled to everything. And yes, I know you saw me holding her in my arms, it wasn’t...it wasn’t like what you and I have. It was goodbye, for good this time. I got closure and I got it for you.”
He wanted to start fresh with me. His words spark hope and happiness in me but I don’t let him see. Not yet. I need more
“You said I’m a pet who likes to play with your dick!”
“No, she said that. Listen, Isabella is a bitter person. She always wants the best of both worlds. I knew that if she saw how much you mean to me, she’d stick around to piss us both off. I wanted her gone, and blowing her ego was the easiest way to do it. Please, London, you have to believe me. Please, just don’t throw what we have away.”
That’s the problem, isn’t it?
“We have nothing, Zachary. I didn’t know you have a damn sister!”
He leaned down and challenged my mouth into an electric kiss, charged with sensuality. When I feel his tongue finding mine, my head starts to spin from the waves of pleasure. Finally, I let loose and get closer to his body, feeling everything humanly possible.
When he stops and pulls back, we both have trouble breathing.
“We can make love out of nothing, baby.”
Whatever answer I was about to give it got stuck in my throat.
“Tell me, London.”
“Tell you what?” I sound unsure of on my own words.
“Tell me you love me.” Shock, surprise, warmth, all hit me at once. A dangerous cocktail for my heart. “I know you do; you have to. Jessica believes I found my Wendy in you.”
“I...”
“You...”
“I don’t know...”
“I do, I’m head over heels in love with you. I’d happily spend the rest of my days watching you watch the grass grow and my nights fucking that pussy from behind because I know how much you like it. I love to see you smile, I love to see you pissed off, and I love to see you submissive and kneeling in front of me.”
In movies, they say that the heart skips a beat, well, mine stopped. For good. It takes several seconds to register what he has just told me, and when it finally starts to beat again...it starts beating only for him. I found my prince charming and somehow, he found me too.
“Zach.”
“None of us is leaving this place until you say it back. That means no sex. But if you play nice and tell me how much you adore me and how I am your God, I’ll take you home and make you scream it so loud, the guy from the reception desk will be aware of your feelings.”
“I love you. I loved you since you made me put my hands in Mr. Omaha’s chest.”
He laughs and kisses my forehead.
“If that old fucker is your best memory, I need to step up my game.”
We kiss once again, and when my hips start to roll around and grind on him, we both know it’s time to go. Now.
He takes my hand and we start walking together to the parking lot where I left my car. Neither of us say much, and it’s beautiful. We’re able to take a minute and enjoy the sound of the city. Enjoy that the run is finally over. We hit home base.
I look at his profile and his subtle smile and my eyes fill with moisture once again when I see how happy he is. I’ve never seen that glow on him. He is happy he found me. He is happy for us.
“Zachary.”
“Yes, babe.”
“Je t’aime, so fucking much.”
We both laugh and he picks me up from the ground like I don’t weigh anything, and walks with me in his arms, kissing my lips every time he has the chance.
This new emotion takes me up to cloud nine, and Zach is my safety net that’s not going to let me fall. This is pure and utter happiness, and I know this is how forever should feel like.
Dr. Zachary Ford
The frost is biting the skin of my face. Man, I hate Chicago Winters. We could be in Cabo right now if London hadn’t insisted to close all our cases before Christmas so every patient that could be discharged would spend the holidays with loved ones. Whatever. I’m just happy her big fucking heart matches her big fucking boobs.