Billionaire's Exhibit Wife

Chapter 6- Bloody Kiss

Zane had a meeting to attend to that very morning. He chose to stay a bit, keep himself updated with the morning article silently hoping to see her, well and awake before leaving.

And now that he has, Zane notioned as he walked away from the partially dressed woman, he could rest assured that he didn’t have to go looking for a replacement.

“Ah” Zane exclaimed, the sudden recall on the good news he had in stored for her. He walked back from where he’d just gone through, his eyes wandering for a while around the vast parlour, but there had been no sign of her.

She had gone.

“Do I tell her another time?” he silently pondered.

No, he decided as he made his way up the stairs. She’d been through a lot, and needed to at least have something to hold onto.

Zane stood at the front entrance of the light greyish door, he heaved a sigh as he extended an arm, enclosing his fist into a knuckle.

However, before he could even land a strike on it, his attentive ears discerned weird sounds coming from the other side. Causing Zane to stop in his tracks.

Heavy breathing, and the occasional dragging of inhales before being shortly accompanied by a sharp exhale.

Was she crying again? He sighed, contemplating whether to barge in like she had or to just let her be-

What the heck, what did he care.

He’d already grabbed hold of the silver door knob, twisting it to the left before flinging it open.

There she sat on the cold tiles, both legs perked upwards that her knees where close to her face. Both arms holding firmly to her bare thighs and her head slightly bent over to rest on her knee pads.

Elora hadn’t locked the door as she didn’t think he would care enough to open it.

The sounds were much more prominent now that he’d gotten in.

Had she not noticed him? Or was she too embarrassed to have been caught crying moments after her outburst.

More importantly, Zane processed, why was she crying?

“Are you-‘ Zane begun, finding it hard for him to complete his sentence. “ okay?”

Do I look okay?, Elora sarcastically wanted to bite back.

“Yh” she replied, drawing snot back into her nose as she wiped the rest with the back of her palm “I’m fine” Elora mustered, the longest sniff following her words.

“I’ll go pack my things in a bit” she lifted her head, her eyes already swollen, the white turning into a mix of red and yellow as she blinked the tears away.

“I’ll drive you” Zane offered.

“No thanks” And she, without a moment of hesitation, turned it down.

“It’s not a question, unless you have a car” he insisted, clearly unaware that she’d rather be miles away from him as of this moment.

“No... I’ll take the public transport”

Public transport? With all the germs?? Zane thought in disgust “I will be taking you myself”

“Can you stop treating me like some associate or an object for once?” She sniffed once more knowing she won’t ever be able to rid herself of this controlling side of him

‘I don’t know how’ he wanted to admit, unsure what or who he was supposed to consider her as. For she was neither a friend, doxy nor relative... Just a quid pro quo.

He likewise hated the idea of disclosing how he felt to someone else. Those were signs of weakness which could later be used against him by that same someone.

It’s nothing new to be betrayed by a bestfriend or lover. Good thing Zane had neither.

“I just want to ensure your safety” he said.

“Like you ensured my drug addicted father’s safety talking about death by overdose”... “Or my mother suddenly loosing her fight to cancer”

“Maybe I came in too brusque.” He could however admit that fact.

In his line of work, it mostly involved papers and threats for people to listen. He didn’t think she would make a great deal out of it.

“I kept thinking of you hurting the people I love” Elora clumsily made her way up on her feet “It isn’t more than Mr.Zane to do so” she muttered in an almost alluring voice.

“I wouldn’t” he mumbled, as he watched her slowly make her way to him. The two now standing only inches from the other, her searching his slightly parted lips as though contemplating to utter another word.

“Kiss me” Elora whisphered before he could, taking Zane’s lip by her teeth, pulling him closer without the aid of her hand.

She was as unpredictable as they come, packed with more mood swings than he could keep up with. Rage, fear, sorrow and now this, all within some minutes.

What have I signed up for... Zane questioned as he went along, his hand instinctively aimed to squeeze one of her breast.

And just as he did, he was introduced to a pain greater than any he’d ever experienced, Elora retreating slowly and the taste of salt and metal in his mouth.

Zane reached for his lip with his index finger, swiped at it and beheld the dark red liquid that oozed from his flesh.

She had bitten him hard enough to cause him to bleed.

“I said you could kiss, not touch!” Elora rebuked the now obedient sheep. The tables had turned on him and she knew how to do so.

'Maybe things won’t be as bad.' Elora thought with a sly smile

“How do you like it Mr. Zane” she muttered seductively as she leaned in for a final kiss, wiping away in one go, the leftover blood stain at the corner of his mouth.

Zane offered a weary smile as he now shut the doors behind him, another side of her he never knew existed had greatly piqued his interest.

“Your shirt is wrinkled sir.” Frederick pointed out "Do I get you a new one?"

“Forget it. I’m already late for the meeting.” He now prioritised, filled with regret as he still had not done what he had set out to do.

To give her the good news. Not that she’d be needing it as she'd found a way to torment him now.

Zane had just arrived the skyscraper of his company where the meeting was to be held, running late, he paid no mind and walked at his leisurely pace.

He’d been greeted by all the subordinates with a simple head bow as he disliked hearing their voices interpose by the second.

The glass doors revealed all his associates already seated in a roundabout manner. An empty seat, with a completely different design and material, specially reserved from him.

He made his way in after tugging on his fit, silence filled the room following his entrance.

“Do go on” he uttered after the brief pause from the person who stood before all of them, a projector screen and image on it, presenting his idea for a new Lowe edifice.

After a minute or so of listening to the anxious speaker, Zane found himself already distracted.

The bloody kiss... Literally.

He’s shared multiple kisses with his late wife and Leah but not reminisce on any of them as he did this one.

He then switches to think of Elora herself, the one who'd set out the trap... A crybaby, yet something devilish about her.

What could she be up to, the thought crossed his mind... He impulsively reached for his phone and searched for her contact.

What the f**k is wrong with him, Zane thought with a frown as he realised how involved he was becoming with her.

I could just leave a text-

He immediately threw his phone at the glass doors when the thought came again. Startling everyone around him by the sudden decision as the door shattered due to the great force he'd exerted.

He could always get a brand new one within seconds.

“Is it something I said Mr.Zane?” the speaker questioned.

"No" Zane said “Do go on” he repeated, not even having the slightest clue on the man's last words before he’d flung his phone away.

He was thinking a lot about Elora, and hated this side of him. A caring Zane was never heard of. Perhaps because it had been a while since he last had an orgy.

He’d have to go all out on booze and have a foursome as soon as possible to get her off his mind.

But that, of course, will be after the wedding. Just so another rumour doesn’t resurface.

Zane had returned quite late from the office. He didn’t want to go home, but to rather drown himself in work... just so he won’t be idle and desire a certain tease.

He’d also already gotten a new phone at his disposal and have his contacts transferred.

Back home, he’s told she’d gone home to pack her stuff which was actually anticipated.

“Did she ask for a ride.?“ he asked Frederick.

“No sir.”

“So you don’t know if she got home or not?” his tone grew tense, he cleared his throat after noticing his change in attitude.

The brief silence in between was indication enough that Frederick, indeed, had no clue if she was safe at home or not.

And every second mattered, or at least it did to Zane.

“I-“ Frederick was hushed by his young master’s index finger, as he pulled out his brand new cellular and immediately called the number he’d been dreading to all day long.

The line continuously rang for a good 15 seconds, giving Zane enough time to conjure up all the terrible outcome that might’ve befallen her.

Robbery, kidnap, a p*****t by nature-

There was the clicking sound he’d been waiting for, followed by silence on both sides before anyone spoke up

“Who is this?” the male voice on what was supposed to be Elora’s end questioned.

A sudden gush of inexplicable source of grief washed over the worried Zane. He kept quiet, a part of him compelling him to end the call this instant despite not having heard her voice, the other, much more convincing side still wishing to ensure she was alright.

“Hello?” there was a brief giggle and a few exchange of words that came shortly after Elora's reply.

She had no relative, Zane processed... Neither had she been seeing someone. He’d done his research, right?

Someone new perhaps?

“Who am I speaki-“

The line cut before she could finish her sentence. She was okay... That was all that mattered.

She seemed happy and not in tears like she always is around him.