Chapter 8 One Month To Go
After having his way with Alaia, Zane left for the company. She satisfied his sexual desires for the time being. But his mind was far from calm.
All he wanted was to find Quinn Whitefield and erase him from the face of the Earth.
Alaia was lying on the bed, and her whole body was sore. The bastard left her still cuffed there naked, only throwing a sheet over her lower part. She hated herself for getting hit by pleasure while Zane fucked her. She shouldn't have. He is a beast!
How can I come like that with him? Alaia couldn't grasp it. It wasn't as if she was attracted to him in any way. She hated him.
The feeling of helplessness engulfed her mind. She was thinking about her mother, her work, and Tim. Tim would get worried, seeing her disappear for days. And letting him know that Zane Nash forced her to become his whore, was out of the question.
She lay there for at least an hour before she heard the bedroom door finally open.
Alaia instinctively pulled the sheet up over her breasts. Then she saw the middle-aged woman enter.
"Hi. You must be Alaia! I'm Mrs. White, Zane's housekeeper. And his nanny." The lady smiled at her, holding a plate filled with food.
His nanny! What an awful experience that must have been, Alaia thought.
"Honey, here is your lunch. Eat everything. Zane said you have to empty the plate," Mrs. White said while looking at her cuffed wrist. Alaia saw her frowning and shaking her head. "I'm sorry about that," Zane's housekeeper added, obviously discomforted with Zane tying Alaia up to bed like that.
And for leaving her lying naked there. It wasn't right! So, she helped the poor girl dress in a light nightgown.
"I can't eat a thing," Alaia replied after thanking her for that nightgown. So far, Mrs. White looked like a good person to her.
"You have to eat, dear. You need strength!" Mrs. White told her. She muttered something right after. Alaia couldn't understand what she had said, but it sounded as if she grumbled something about 'that boy's manners.'
Mrs. White returned Alaia's meal untouched to the kitchen. She was genuinely concerned about the girl. She looked pale and weak. She needed to eat something. Then Mrs. White phoned Zane, informing him that Alaia refused to eat.
Alaia must mean something special to Zane. Mrs. White knew he had never brought a woman in there before. But she didn't like him treating the girl like that, tying her up like a pet.
A moment later, Zane returned to the house with one of his men, named Paul. Paul followed Zane to the bedroom, but Zane didn't let him enter.
Seeing Alaia's breasts showing off through the thin nightgown, Zane nervously took off his shirt and threw it over her body. Then he helped her button it in an impatient and rude way.
"Come in!" And he called Paul inside.
"Sure, boss!" Paul said and stepped in, trying not to stare too much at the woman in the bed. He knew he shouldn't.
"Paul, tell her what you have there!" Zane ordered, pointing to the box Paul was holding.
"Hmm, I have morphine, cocaine, zolpidem, a few hallucinogen mushrooms, khat, and..."
"What!" Alaia screamed with her eyes widened. "You can't do that to me! Zane Nash!" Fuck! There were all drugs. He can't be serious！
"You refused to eat, rabbit! Consider it an appetizer," Zane coldly stated. "Paul, give her a hallucinogen!" Then he turned to the man next to him. Alaia understood he would do it if she didn't obey. Paul already took an injection and started walking toward the bed.
"Don't worry, miss! I did this many times before," Paul said. If he thought that should calm her, he was equally insane as Zane.
"Fuck! No! No! Zane! Tell him to stop!" Alaia raised her eyes, pleading with the asshole. But he only stared her back icily, with his hands crossed over his chest.
"I'll eat! I'll eat everything!" She finally agreed. She wasn't a fool to choose drugs over food. She didn't want to spend the rest life with those bloody drugs!
Paul stopped, looking at Zane, and waiting for what he would say next. Zane gave him a signal, and Paul shut out through the bedroom door faster than lightning.
Then Mrs. White returned with food, and Zane uncuffed Alaia.
After using the bathroom, Alaia did what she promised, emptying the plate.
When she swallowed the last crumb, Zane cuffed her back. And he lifted her chin.
"From now on, behave, rabbit. You'll do whatever I ask of you!" He warned Alaia before leaving the room once again. Alaia’s eyes turned even gloomier.
Mrs. White turned on the TV for Alaia. The news from the business area just had aired when two maids entered the room. They were dusting the furniture, ignoring Alaia's presence.
One particular piece of information got all of their attention.
"Wow, look at that hot man! I would marry that one now!" One maid told another.
Alaia finally raised her eyes, the sound of the TV presenter reaching her ears.
O'Brien Company moved its head office from New Jersey to central New York.
Quinn's beautiful face was on the screen. That's why he appeared in Crush last night.
Quintus O'Brien was so close to her, yet so far away.
"Yes, sure. Stop fantasizing! Men like that never marry maids like us!" The older maid replied to her younger colleague.
"I know! I heard he would marry Fiona Wilson. You know, the state governor Wilson's daughter." The first maid commented, still beaming at the TV.
Soon after, two maids left the room, leaving Alaia alone with her heartache. She was now unworthy of Quinn's love, she knew.
I sold myself to that devil! With that realization rushing through her mind, Alaia couldn't stop tears from running down her face.
In the evening, Mrs. White uncuffed her. Zane Nash finally let me go, Alaia hoped.
"Alaia, Zane wants to try the Veal Parmigiano for dinner." Mrs. White told her. Alaia fumed, getting upset. The bastard did hear her mention that dish, though he pretended he didn't.
She walked after Mrs. White with her legs and back hurting from all the time spent on that bed. When they came into the kitchen, Zane was sitting at the dining table, crossing his long leg, looking like a king waiting for service.
Alaia furrowed at the scene she found. The table was already groaning with delicious food. Why did he bother to let her cook?
"What are you waiting for? Go cook!" Zane's cold voice reminded her who with she was dealing here. The Satan himself! Alaia rolled her eyes, grabbing eggs, breadcrumbs, meat, mozzarella cheese, and chopped tomatoes. She didn't want to argue with the devil. Cooking would calm her nerves.
Plus, she was an expert cook now. This dish was her favorite, reminding her of Quinn.
He was the one who taught her how to make it, even though she hated cooking back then. They used to prepare it together before her family went down. After it, she had to do all housework instead of Mary, including the cooking part.
Zane didn't move from his seat, watching the once-proud princess cooking for him. She was doing it like nothing more than a maid.
My whore, and my servant! He smirked, enjoying Alaia Jones's becoming humiliated.
After she finished and took the meal out of the oven, he got up. Zane walked over to her, breaking off a piece of meat.
And then, he put it in Alaia's mouth.
"What? Think I'll poison you?" Alaia bit it, again rolling her eyes. Zane stared at her, his hunger for her rising as he watched her eat. Alaia Jones chewed that piece of meat in the most seductive way he had ever seen a woman chewing.
It felt like time stopped, and his eyes stuck on her slowly moving lips. She ate so freely and naturally, licking her lips and enjoying the taste as if he wasn’t there.
Completely unaware of the effect she had on Zane.
Zane tossed the fork away, put his two hands on the counter, and cornered Alaia inside his arms, then, he landed his lips on hers.
"Not here, Zane! People can see us." Alaia wanted out of his embrace, trying to remind him they were in the kitchen. But Zane only pulled her closer, with one hand around her waist, and the other holding the back of her head, deepening the kiss. His tongue met hers, taking that piece of meat from her mouth into his. A tantalizing aroma of the food was filled in their mouths.
Gradually, Alaia melted in his hands, surrendering to his touches and kisses. Her hands ended on his broad shoulders, responding unskilfully.
"Breathe, rabbit!" Zane instructed her, thinking that Quinn Whitefield wasn't much of a kisser. Alaia couldn't even take one long, passionate kiss from him.
Either that or nobody kissed Alaia Jones before me. Not even that Quinn guy. I must be the first man that ever kissed her. Zane suddenly realized he was the first in everything for Alaia. It made him proud.
Alaia got lifted on the counter. Zane was kissing down her neck, softly biting her collarbone.
"Mmmm," Alaia couldn't hold on to that moan.
"Who am I, Alaia?" Zane whispered, nipping at her earlobe. His hands pulled the strings of her apron, taking it off her.
"Zane Nash. Mmmm...," Alaia moaned again and again. Zane took her nightgown off. Then he seized her hand and placed it on his chest.
"Unbutton my shirt," he spoke in a husky whisper, his lips never leaving her flesh. Alaia listened, undoing the button one by one. Her every touch made Zane lose his control more and more. When she undid the fourth button, Zane unleashed his beast. He tore his shirt off and put his shaft inside her. With every thrust, it was like he wanted to swallow her up. Alaia breathed harshly, starting to squirm against him.
Watching Alaia totally get lost in sexual pleasure, an evil smirk crept to Zane's face.
It won't be hard to deliver what he promised. One month to go, and Alaia Jones would fall for him. Or even before, Zane believed.
I'll make you mine! Both your body and your heart will belong to me! Only me!