I'm encased in a tomb of vanilla, leather and sandalwood when I wake the next morning. I can't move or roll over and I find myself entangled in Zak, in every which way possible. Our legs, our arms, his fingers were still in my hair and my face was mushed into his chest. Worse places to be, I guess!

The man whose holding me so tight that I might actually snap wakes up for the same reason I am.

The knocking on the front door.

"Fuck off!" He shouts making me giggle and snuggle in closer. "I'm not leaving this bed." He mumbles.

He shifts his head down and kisses my forehead before sighing. His skilled fingers slowly lull me back to peaceful sleep. Probably the best sleep I've had in the last 6 weeks.

+++

"Shit...Fuck.... Come on... Shit!"

I crack my eye open to see Zak bouncing around the bedroom trying to pull his shoe on his foot.

"I thought we weren't moving?"

He almost falls over hearing my voice and looks at me with shock. I sit up holding the sheet to my chest. "What is it? What's happened?"

He swallows and looks nervously at the door "I uh, I don't want you to worry okay? Promise me you'll still be here."

"Be her— where are you going?"

"Mr Bagans. Make it quick!" A voice calls.

"Whose that?!" I whisper.

"Police."

I scurry from the bed and grab his robe before pulling it on and tying it around my waist. "We going out the sliding door? Do you want me to get a car ready? Uh- Uh the Mercedes or the Lamborghini? It's fast right so we could probably out run the.." I pause as Zak takes hold of my face. "...m."

"Whilst I'm absolutely in awe that you're even thinking about this. But I think it's best I go with them." He answers amused.

"Why what is going on?"

He doesn't reply and simply gives me a gentle kiss "Please be here when I get back?" He asks before removing himself from me and heading to the door.

"Get back from where? Where are you going? Should I ring your mom?"

"No. Don't ring my mom. Just.. Look after the house for me. Okay?" He asks opening the door to the officer.

I look between them before Zak leaves the room and house. Rushing to the front door, I see him being placed in the back of a squad car.

Once he's gone, I tear through the house snatching my clothes off the floor and rushing into the bathroom, I pull a brush through my hair and twist it up before pushing a pen through it to keep it up before I grab my bag and lock the house down.

Using my car, I tear away from the house after him, determined to find out what the hell is going on!

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I'm slamming my hand down repeatedly on a bell demanding attention, until an officer takes the bell from under my hand making me look up.

"Hey! I need to speak with someone immediately!"

The officer lifts there arms out awaiting my questions.

"My partner was brought in earlier today. He is innocent and they cannot take him off in the back of the car for no reason!"

"What is he here for?"

"I-I don't know."

"Then how do you know he is innocent?" He asks intrigued.

"Because I just know!"

"Ma'am I suggest you calm down and return home to wait."

"No! I will not! I demand to see him, now! He has the right to a phone call!"

"If he has been arrested, then yes he does. But that isn't face to face communication, is it?"

"Well I'll save you a damn phone bill if you just let me see him!"

"We're going to need you to leave. Or we will be forced to arrest you."

"For what?!" I shout.

"Breach of the peace? Indecent exposure?"

My jaw drops "Indecent exposure?!"

"Ma'am, your skirt is tucked into your underwear."

My face burns as I find my skirt tucked into my panties. "This isn't over." I hiss, before stalking out the station and sitting in my car.

He said not to ring his mom, not that a 41 year old man needs his mom, but has he rang a lawyer? They've obviously arrested him if I can't see him!

Eventually I give in after three hours of staring at the station and drive home incase he has tried to ring there. But when I slide in the door and checked the answer machine, I find that he hasn't even tried to call and that leaves me with a bitter taste.

I drop my keys onto the coffee table and kick off my heels before falling onto the couch beside Gracie.

"I don't know what he has done."

She sits up and sniffs my face before curling up close to my side and laying her head on my lap.

"Love you too Gray.."

I yawn gently and rub my neck as tiredness creeps up onto me. With little sleep last night after having to make up and find each other again, it was safe to say I was exhausted. The sleep I did get was between 2-4 hours. Nowhere near enough and now this!

I had no idea what was going on, but I could tell you one thing, I was not happy!

+++

I wake with a blanket over my body, the warm fleece and faux fur combo leaves me warm and sleepy. I almost slip back under when I really take notice of the blanket and then realise I never had one on me before.

So unless there's a ghost with a caring side... not totally impossible.

Then he is home.

Flinging the blanket off me, I get up and go in search for him.

Which lasts all of a second when he comes through the doors that lead to the garden.

"Hey." He smiles.

I walk up to him and pull him into a hug. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I'm fine." He answers as I release him.

Then the anger of the lack of phone call spikes me. So I sock him in the shoulder "Why the hell didn't you call?!"

"Is this going to be an abusive relationship? I don't—"

"Zak! Tell me what happened right now!" I demand glaring up at him.

But instead of giving up his answer, he grins "You're really sexy when your angry..."

I fold my arms and wait.

"Okay fine. It was about yesterday, at the court."

I frown "What about it?"

He sighs "You took off and I was all up in arms about it again. I was pissed, I couldn't understand what was happening. Then I saw Jack and he was goading me."

"Oh Zak.."

"He kept saying that you'll run back to him and that you'll be the second mom to his kid and how he will still fuck you like... He said some real nasty shit. So I punched him."

"Zak!"

"Three times."

My eyes widened "Are you insane?! That's what he wanted! Have you been charged?!"

"No. I had to explain everything and Jack saw sense in not pursuing the charges."

I socked him in the shoulder. "What the hell were you thinking?!" I shouted at him before throwing my arms around him tightly.

He sighed and pushed his face into my neck and slowly pulled me off the floor, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. "I wasn't thinking. All I could think about was him and you. I was sick with madness. I hit him really hard. Twice for you and then..."

"Then what?" I asked him pulling back to hold his face in my hands.

"Then once more when I found out he's paid for Randy's attorney."

"What? Why is he doing that?" I frown.

"To get a rise out of you? The fuck if I know, he's just trying to toy with your life. So I demanded he stopped... With my fist."

A smile crept onto my face as a wicked sense filled my body. Although it was wrong, something about him getting aggressive and primal aroused something in my soul and he noticed.

"You still mad?" He questioned as I kissed his neck.

"What do you think?"

"Does this mean we can go back to bed?"

"Why so far? You have a perfectly good couch. Where's Gracie?"

"Pool." He groans unzipping my skirt.

"Then why are we still clothed?"

Wild excitement tore through us as we pulled at each other's clothes, Zak put me down, unable to get to his belt with me in the way.

My shirt was torn off and panties were not far behind. Seeing Zak glorious and naked he beckoned me to him and lifted me up onto his waist and filled me.

It was always painful for a few seconds whilst my body adjusted to the new addition and as I waited I noticed one thing. Condom.

"Zak."

"I won't mess up." He whispered hushing me "I just need to feel you properly. I swear I won't finish."

I trusted him and once my body accepted his, we went at it. It was aggressive, angry and frustrating at first, more of fucking than anything else, but soon it changed and Zak's fingers relieved some pressure, his hair pulling ways were almost nonexistent, instead of biting, it was kissing and his hand drew down my spine sensually.

We moved from standing up, to the couch, to the coffee table, and eventually ended up on the floor. Exhausted and sated.

I lifted up my fist and gave a fist bump to him before giggling.

"Sorry about..." He gestured to my stomach where he had pulled out and I wiped away our sin with my torn shirt.

"Was kinda hot but gross at the same time."

He grinned. "We should do this again."

"I agree."

"Good... Cause I'm ready again." He answered rolling onto me and attacking my neck with a playful growl.

Insatiable. That was the only way I could describe him. And the only way I could describe myself? Was going to be sore. But it was so worth it!!

Not many chapters left my loves! How shall we end this?

Jack eventually got his comeuppance! Finally! I hear you all cry!

Let's get some ideas in the ball park.

If you haven't realised by now, I do throw up a random one shot every now & then. Also in other news... I do plan on writing a fiction 😱 but I can't delete these stories, simply because I adore the journey I've taken with my writing.

Peace & love!