He ran both hands through his hair and sighed. Then he sat next to me, pulling me to sit on his thighs. He can't just not touch me, can he?
“That was Lacoti Marci. A criminal, a fugitive on the run. The police have been trying to arrest him for some time now. Imagine my shock when I see him having the time of his life at my father's f*****g party.”
The frustration in Zane's voice was palpable. I finally understood why he was so worried about me.
“He touched my arm and grabbed me by the waist…” I tried to say. Zane rubbed against my arms, gently, soothingly, urging me to continue. “...he said I was the kind of woman his clients would spend millions on to have their way with me and soon…”
I broke down in tears. I could see flashes in my mind. How his cologne hit the back of my nostrils,
