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I knew it; I knew I would love sex. I love it so much. Zane and I have not gone anywhere for the rest of our honeymoon.

Why?

Zane and I were in the hotel room having sex every hour, you know, because we're supposed to procreate. I'm sure I will be pregnant because we used no condoms, no birth control, no pull-outs...I'm definitely pregnant, but we won't worry about that right now.

We were now back in New York, forgotten about Genevieve, and we were actually expecting Zane's parents in a few hours, so we fucked again; I helped the maids prepare while Zane went to go get unnecessarily expensive wine.

Then we got ready.

"You're taking so damn long," Zane complained.

I sighed, coming out of the bathroom. "I was looking for my glasses."

"Which aren't prescription."

I rolled my eyes. "They give me my signature look,"

Zane wrapped his arms around my hips and kissed my cheek. "I think your signature look is you, without glasses, on my bed, naked, with my cock up your pussy."

I gasped, already throbbing again. "I don't mind that signature look."

"I know," he smirked, looking at his watch. "We have fifteen minutes; we can make it work." He squeezed my ass.

I giggled, humming. "Ok–"

We heard a dog barking.

I gasped; they finally brought my dog. "Hide!" I said in excitement as my Dalmatian ran into the room.

Zane looked at the dog in horror. "He's not staying here."

I cuddled Hide. "Oh yes, he is; Hide, tell Zane you're staying."

He barked.

Zane looked unconvinced.

"If you want any sex from me, my dog stays."

Zane sighed, defeated. "Fine, damn, but he better not come into my office, chew my shoes, or destroy furniture."

"Hide is old and trained; he doesn't do any of that stuff, he sleeps and listens to your sorrows when needed, but he's still kind of active, so walks and dog parks are still needed."

Zane rolled his eyes. "I'm not walking him; you are."

I petted Hide's head before getting up; he was obviously tired...already.

"Whatever you say." I rolled my eyes.

Three years ago, our dad got us two dogs, a Dalmatian, and a Labradoodle.

Hide and Seek.

Our Labradoodle, whether she was intimidating or playing, was always seeking for our Dalmatian, who was always hiding. So we named them Hide and Seek.

Stupid, but it worked.

Our Dalmatian was already four years old, unnamed, and abused. We decided to change the stupid name they gave him; seriously, 'Hide' is better than 'Pawsy,' and our Labradoodle was a one-year-old named 'Petunia.' We're not doing that... 'Seek' is way better.

Seek did have puppies; we didn't know whose it was until the puppies came out. They were Hide's–dalmadoodles. Obviously, we aren't professional breeders, and we tried to get help, but in the end, only two of the six puppies survived, so we had to keep Hide and Seek away.

And in order to keep Hide from fucking any more bitches, Hide and his son, Cloud, are coming to live with me...Cloud is only a year old; he's a bit of a wild one. So Zane doesn't know about him....yet.

Seek and her daughter, Pursue, are living with dad and them.

Zane sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're so lucky I like you."

I blew him a kiss. "Thank you, oh, dear husband," I bowed playfully. "I am in great debt to you."

Zane glared at me, but before he could speak, a maid came in again; I crossed my fingers, hoping Cloud wasn't about to be found out. "Your parents are here, Mr. Ali."

Zane nodded. "We'll be down."

My nerves start to kick in; this is too much for an eighteen-year-old. "Five more minutes."

Zane sighed, placing his hands on my ass. "They're not going to do anything to you. I promise." He smacked my ass. "Come on,"

I sighed and followed him downstairs.

"A'raya!" Bianca rushes towards me and pulls me into a hug. "You went all out on the decor; I love it."

Technically, Zane told me everything. Rich people are so extra with decor.

"Thank you; I'm glad you like it." I smiled as Zane put his hand back on my waist.

"I see everything is going well, isn't it?" His father, Mr. Ali, asked.

Zane nodded. "Yes, father, we're doing fine."

"Great!" Bianca giggled. "I brought a pregnancy test, so–"

"Mother, what? No, give me that." Zane snatched the test out of his mother's hand as I stood there with my jaw open.

"Don't be disrespectful, Zane." His father scolded.

"I'm not being disrespectful."

I smiled. "If and when I do find myself pregnant, you will be the first to know, and" I snatched the test out of Zane's hands. "I'll use this very one."

Bianca smiled widely, hugging her husband. "Oh, look, Hassan! We'll finally get grandchildren!"

"Child. A grandchild." Zane corrected.

"Oh, don't be silly. You see how you're the only one–"

"I wasn't the only one."

Bianca flinches, her aura dimming.

"Zane, do not ruin this." His father gritted out.

"Let's eat," I said, trying to bring the mood up. "Please," I nodded to the maids who scurried to get the food.

We sat down, and even though everyone was cordial, it was pretty apparent that what Zane had said hurt his mother's feelings and made his father angry. I had to stop them from having arguments multiple times, and his mother only wanted to talk about the supposed baby and ignore the two men. 'Let them argue; they'll get over it,' she said. I didn't want Zane and his father to fight; I hate family drama.

"How was the honeymoon, dear?"

I smiled. "It was great; I had fun."

Bianca beamed once again. "I can tell. You're glowing."

"Mom," Zane said sternly. "Stop."

"Zane, do not–"

"Dad, you made her sign a contract, remember? You want her pregnant, and she will be pregnant; mother doesn't need to know about her sex life."

I sighed, stood up, and walked away. I wasn't angry, just upset. I don't understand why two grown men couldn't just calm down. I know they have a problem, but it wasn't needed today, and I didn't need to be dragged in.

Not to mention his mom wants me pregnant so bad she forgets that I'm sacrificing almost everything at eighteen to have a child.

I took off my earrings and started with makeup, just thinking. My life is a lot; then again, I don't hate kids so much that I'd rather be in debt for the rest of my generation. At least I'd be a rich baby mama.

I sighed and stopped looking at the mirror; it was making me kind of depressed. I changed into pajamas and finally looked at my phone. I feel like it's been decades; I had hundreds of text messages from TikTok and IMessages; I was bored, not really sleepy, so I checked my TikTok notifications.

Yoo, wait, is Leslie dead??

I heard A'raya's bestie Leslie was dead.

It's on the news, Leslie's dead!

Where's A'raya!

Her friend is dead!

Comments, concerned inboxes, and emails sent toward me about Leslie and her death. I was so confused I laughed. Leslie's not fucking dead.

Nola: I know you're on your honeymoon, but something happened; you need to get back to us asap.

She also sent a link to an article.

Woman found beaten to death in her apartment; detectives say it was a personal attack.

On the morning of November twenty-ninth, a report was made of a foul stench coming from Leslie Moore's, 18, apartment. When police entered, they found the place ransacked with Leslie lying on the floor, beaten to death, cause of death, blunt force to the head. Police say that multiple weapons were used to beat Leslie, and whoever did was wearing gloves.

Further, inspection shows that Leslie was beaten with her own furniture and eventually killed with her own softball trophy.

'Leslie, that poor girl was only eighteen, has never fought or gotten into trouble with anyone other than her ex-boyfriend, who isn't even a suspect,' says her neighbor Linda Fox.

No, no, no, no. This has got to be some sick joke. It has to be a lie; she's just missing, she has to be missing.

It doesn't make it any better.

I felt the tears seething in my eyes; she was only eighteen. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. We shouldn't have left her with her boyfriend; we should've forced her out. I made sure I didn't cry too loudly so Zane wouldn't hear me, but he did.

I couldn't care less right now if he was watching me cry, I had just talked to Leslie last week, and now they're preparing her funeral. If anything, his walking in on me made me cry even more and louder.

"A'raya, what happened?" He kneeled down in front of me, softly taking my hands in his. "Stop crying." He said softly.

I shook my head. "Leslie, we should have...now she's gone, Zane. Leslie's dead, Zane; she's been murdered."

How do you feel?

Who killed her? heheh it's not the obvious answer