All For You

Chapter XIV ~ The sad truth - Steamy

A week passed and Zack got discharged from the hospital. Tayden and Ethan ordered a team to clean up and change the floors in Genevieve’s apartment. That meant that Genevieve would need a place to stay and of course Zack didn’t hesitate to offer her a place in his bed in the boys mansion. Genevieve felt a bit weird accepting it with all of the boys there, so she kindly declined his offer. Zack was disappointed. Skyler offered her the guest room instead and she accepted. Zack didn’t like that idea as much as his own, but he could work with that too. Genevive and the others had tried to ask Zack what had happened and who had shot him. But he always directed the conversation onto something else and completely ignored the topic. The team was in a bad state. Ethan and Zack were injured and the team couldn’t seem to figure out what their next move should be. Ethan suggested that they should let Demitri Von Stein come to them. He knew that Demitri would have to find them if he wanted to get to Mr. Wilson. Noah had contacted Mr. Wilson when Ethan and Isaac had gone missing and Mr. Wilson was moved to a secure location with Mr. Yun. Only the team knew about his whereabouts. Not even Genevive knew where her father was. Skyler and Tayden didn’t like the idea of just sitting around and waiting. They wanted to take the fight to Demitri. Tayden had thought that Zack would have backed them up, but Zack didn’t say a thing. Time was starting to run out as the election campaign was starting in less than a month. Mr. Wilson had to be able to go public if he wanted to have any hope of winning. Genevieve had begged him to step down and give up the election to save his life. But Mr. Wilson wouldn’t give up. He wouldn’t let those who hated his political views bully him out of the election. The boys and Mr. Wilson had decided it would be safer for Genevieve to be under the direct protection of the team. So the fact that she was staying with them at the mansion was just perfect. Ethan had reassigned Zack to the case without Zack having much to say. Zack had only one condition. He didn’t want to stop whatever was between him and Genevieve. Ethan had accepted and would only inform Mr. Wilson about the fact that Zack is on the case again and not about his daughter’s thing with him. Mr. Wilson had, with some convincing, accepted. But only because Zack was the only one who knew how to deal with people like Demitri Von Stein.

Mr. Jackson’s wife had been arrested and Mr. Jackson himself was being held by the police while they investigated the information the team had provided. It was weird for Mr. Wilson that his rival had gone to such extreme lengths to get rid of him. Mrs. Jackson, Mr. Jackson’s wife had already paid Demitri Von Stein, which meant he wasn’t going to back off. It was the team against one of the nastiest Nazis alive.

Zack was grabbing something to drink for him and Genevieve in the kitchen. She was waiting in his room. They had just arrived back at the mansion after he had been discharged from the hospital. It was a weird feeling being back home for good with all of the others again. He hadn’t really talked with the other about what had happened the night he went to Germany. No one knew what happened on his trip either. Ethan walked into the kitchen and sat down. “Zack?,” he said, trying to get the youngest's attention. Zack really didn’t want to talk right now. “What!,” he snapped and looked at Ethan with a deadly glare. “Thank you,” Ethan simply said unfazed by Zack's behaviour. Zack’s gaze softened as he looked at Ethan confused. “For what?,” he asked as he tilted his head confused. Ethan looked at him with a gentle smile. “Thank you for coming back and for finding Isaac and I,” Ethan said as he bowed his head to the youngest. Zack didn’t know how to react and just leaned on the kitchen counter with crossed arms looking at the floor. “No problem. You guys seem pretty lost without me,” Zack said and looked up at Ethan with a smirk. “Haha. I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor in Germany,” Ethan laughed. Zack’s expression turned cold. Why did Ethan have to mention Germany? “Genevive is waiting for me,” he coldly said and grabbed two soda cans before walking to the doorway. “Zack, please wait. I know there is something you aren't telling us and I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Germany,” Ethan said as Zack froze in his steps. Zack slowly turned around and looked at Ethan with an angry expression. “You really wanna know what happened? Fine I’ll tell you. I was flying solo in a foreign country with no back up. When I said that you really don’t want to be captured alive by Demitri Von Satan, I was talking from experience. But you should know..... he got you too,” he paused and tried to calm his rage down. Ethan knew actually what he was talking about. Zack walked dangerously closer before he continued. “I guess you should count yourself lucky that you were kept alive as living-bate. I didn’t have that luxury. I was tortured for 6 days for information. I knew they would kill me as soon as they got what they wanted. So my only option was to shut up completely. I didn’t say a word for 6 whole days. You know what that does to the human mind. The things they did to me both physically and mentally were straight out of hell. To get out of there, I had to dislocate my own shoulder to fit through a tiny hole to get to the sewers. I walked for 30 miles in the dark sewers alone under Berlin to get away from that son of a b***h Demitri. Starved half to death, with nowhere to go and where were you guys,” Ethan cut him off. “Zack, that's not fair. We didn’t know,” Ethan said as the guilt washed over him like a heavy rainfall. “You know now. Demitri is Satan himself and I don’t know how to get close enough to even land as much as a single blow. I tried the night I was shot, you know how that turned out. You all except me to kill him. But not even I can kill a man I can’t get to. He is a ghost. He is only seen if he wants to be. He has more than a few men working for him and you don’t see them either. Lurking in the shadows, they wait for the right moment. We are just as dead as Mr. Wilson if we don’t find a way to shed some light on the shadow and find the ghosts and their leader Demitri,” he said and sighed hopelessly. “If you really think this case is lost. Why did you come back?,” Ethan asked, already knowing the answer. Zack sighed and didn’t answer. “Two reasons right?,” Ethan continued to ask about it. But Zack still refused to speak. “The team is one right....,” Zack cut him off. “Yes yes. You assholes are my family. We win as a team and we lose as one as well...,” Zack said before walking towards the door again, wanting to get out of there. “Genevieve is the second right...,” Ethan said as Zack froze as he heard her name. “She is the biggest reason right. Because if we lose, she probably won’t survive either...” Ethan was cut off as Zack talked with his back to him. “We can’t lose,” Zack almost growled before he walked out.

Zack entered his room and aggressively shut the door behind him. Genevieve was startled and jumped up from sitting on his bed. Zack walked and placed the soda cans on the night table before laying down on his bed and looking angrily at the ceiling. “What’s wrong, Zack?,” she asked worriedly and sat down next to him. He didn’t answer and just ignored her. She moved a bit closer and laid on the bed next to him as she cuddled onto his chest. She looked up at him and lifted her hand up to his cheek before caressing it gently. She could see by his facial expression that he calmed down. He closed his eyes and moved his hand up to hers holding her hand in his before moving it to his lips. He gently kissed it and pulled her closer. He opened his eyes and looked down at her as he heard her giggle. He couldn’t help but smile seeing her cute face. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Why are you looking at me like that?,” she asked as she looked away feeling shy. He chuckled at how cute she was acting. “What? Am I not allowed to look at you?,” he asked, teasing her. She gently hit his chest and buried her face in his chest hiding her red cheeks from him. “What’s next? I won’t be allowed to touch you either? You are breaking my heart Genevieve,” he teased again and she looked up at him. “I can’t break your heart,” she said looking sadly at her finger circling around on his shirt. He looked at her confused. “What?,” he said, wanting to know what she meant by that. He was only joking when he said she was breaking his heart. She removed herself from him and sat up looking away from him. He painfully sat up next to her as he groaned in pain from the gunshot wound. He looked at her face from the side and tried to move closer but she stood up not wanting him to touch her right now. “Well you always deny that you even have one. Sometimes I think you forget you have one. But I do have a heart....,” Zack cut her off knowing where she is going with this. “Genevieve I was only joking,” he didn’t get to say much more before she cut him off. “That’s my point. You keep denying we are more than just fuckbuddies. But you are sending me mixed signals. In fact that's all you do. Your actions don't add up with your words. It’s confusing and you are making me emotionally attached to you. Doing things like going on a date. Staying up all night just talking. Comforting me by holding my hand or hugging me. Cuddle whenever we have the chance. Kissing me in a non s****l way. Looking at me like you just did. That’s not fuckbuddy stuff,” she said in frustration. He sighed and laid back on the bed again. “You know I don’t do boyfriend/girlfriend,” he said unbothered. She looked at him with an angry expression. “You keep saying that. But news flash. You are already doing it. All of those things I mentioned. That’s couples stuff,” she said as she looked away, annoyed. He looked at her confused. “No it’s not,” he said, confused. “Would it really be that bad if we were a couple?,” she said in a shaky voice as she turned her back to him. He sighed and stood up, walking to her. He turned her to face him. He slowly started backing her up into the corner. “No, of course not. Any guy would be lucky to have you. I guess that's why I wanted you too. Having your body as mine means no one else can have you. I like you but I don’t do boyfriend/girlfriend. I’m not your fairytale prince. I’m not exactly boyfriend material. I can’t be what you want me to be.” She flinched as her back hit the wall. He placed his hands on each side of her face as he stared her down. “I’m the guy who makes your wet dreams come true. I’m the guy who’s gonna make you c*m every time. I’m the guy every other guy has to live up to in your mind from now on,” he paused for a second as he looked down, not being able to look her in the eye as he said the next thing. “And I’m the guy who’s gonna see you move on with someone better, who deserves you,” he said sadly, feeling his heart breaking in his chest knowing it was true. “Zack....,” she said, and with a worried expression, reached a hand out to touch his face. He moved before she could touch him. Without looking at her he left the room leaving her heartbroken.

She left his room shortly after he had stormed out after their argument. She went to the guest room and just laid on the bed not feeling like doing anything. She was hurt by his words. She had hoped they would end up together at some point but he had just said that would never happen. How could he be like that? Talking about her moving on with someone else. She didn’t want anyone else. Laying in bed feeling heartbroken she didn’t move for the rest of the day. When she didn’t show up to dinner and Zack was nowhere to be found, the boys knew something was wrong. The boys knew they weren’t together because Noah had seen Zack leave in his car without Genevieve. Tayden had gone to her room with a plate of food. When he knocked, she didn’t answer so he spoke. “Genevieve, can I come in?,” he asked but she still didn’t answer. He spoke again. “I’ll leave some food for you out here if you get hungry. If you want to talk, I'll be in my room,” he said sadly and left the plate on the ground outside of the room before leaving. She never ate the food and just laid lifeless on the bed feeling empty inside. The hours went by and she couldn’t fall asleep.

It was in the middle of the night when her door suddenly opened. She sat up and looked at the person entering and closing the door behind him. “Zack?,” she said, confused seeing him in just a pair of shorts. His gunshot wound was covered by a bandage. “I do what I want. That means if I want to kiss you. I kiss you. If I want to go on a date. I go on a date. If I want to f**k you. I’ll f**k you so damn good. But if you don’t want us to do that anymore, tell me and I’ll back off,” he said in a stern voice. She could sense he was frustrated. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted more than his body but if that was all she could get, she would take it. “I don’t want to stop,” she said weakly, still feeling sad. “I want you right now,” he said and walked to her with a dangerous lustful look in his eyes. He pulled her up from the bed to stand in front of him as he crashed his lips on hers. She protested for a few seconds but she slowly gave in and just kissed him back. He held her closely, feeling his frustration clearing out of his mind with every passing second. He lifted her shirt and left her lips for a few seconds to take it off. He kissed her again as soon as it was out of the way. It had been almost a month since he had last had her and he couldn’t wait any longer. He turned her around and pulled her closer again. He pressed her ass to his fast growing member as he started kissing her neck. He was hungry for her and wanted to taste every part of her. She was his stress reliever. He held her close by her hips and could hear how her breathing got heavier. “You turn me on,” he whispered against her neck before biting it lightly. She let out a small whimper. She was surprised by how aggressive he was. He still seemed frustrated. She couldn’t deny that this side of him was sexy too. She was so frustrated too and she hoped this would help her. She decided to just let him do whatever he wanted. He really seemed like he needed it. Holding her close by her hip with one hand, he moved the other around to her back, removing her bra. He took one of her breasts in his hand and massaged it. She could feel herself starting to get wet as he made her feel good. He pinned her n****e, earning a small moan from her. He had missed her moans. He wanted to hear more of them. He slid his hand down her stomach. He opened her pants and slid his hand into her panties. His lips never left her neck. She spread her legs a bit to get him better access. He ran a finger through her folds feeling her wetness. He felt himself growing even more, feeling how wet she was. He moved his lips to her ear as he let a finger slide over her c**t, earning another moan. “Someone's needy for me,” he whispered seductively. She whimpered and leaned her head back on his shoulder needing support. He started moving his finger over her c**t and just like he wanted, she started moaning, loving his touch. “Mmm moan for me baby,” he said with a smirk before placing a kiss on her earlobe. He started sucking on it as his finger went faster, working her c**t good. “Zack-ah. That feels so good,” she moaned out. He liked that she was starting to be more comfortable around him, saying stuff like that. It really turned him on and he started to get impatient. He took his hand out of her pants and left her completely stepping back.

“Naked on the bed right now, Love,” he commanded and took off his own shorts and boxers. She did as he said, feeling desperate and wanting more. She laid on the bed and looked at him as he was already hovering above her. He spread her legs and was about to slide his member in but was stopped as she spoke. “Zack, wait. You are still hurt. It’s been two weeks since you got shot,” she said with a worried expression. He looked up at her and his gaze softened for the first time since he had walked in. “I’m fine. I wanna do this,” he said, trying to reassure her. But she wasn’t so easily convinced. This wouldn’t be the first time he had lied about being fine. “You always say that. You were shot, Zack. That’s not nothing. You could have died,” she said sternly. He smiled and chuckled, finding it amusing how cute she was while being bossy. He was completely unbothered by her words. He smirked and moved his face close to hers. “Cute... but I’m still gonna f**k you, Love,” he whispered seductively against her lips as he slid himself in. She let out a surprised moan, feeling him sliding in deeply. He watched her reaction closely, amused by how she looked. “Zack seriously! What if your wound gets worse and,” he kissed her lips, cutting her off. She didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t like she didn’t want him right now, she just didn’t want him to get hurt. She gave up and kissed him back feeling him inside of her. She parted her lips slightly, letting him slide his tongue inside. He started moving his hips and she was reminded how good his member felt inside of her. She moaned onto his mouth and moved her hand onto his back. She slid her hand down to the lowest point on his back and pulled him closer. She wanted to feel him deeper and harder. He took the hint and started thrusting faster into her. He felt some pain from his wound but the adrenaline washed it away. He had to let go of her lips as he couldn’t hold back his moans. He closed his arms around her small figure wanting her closer. He started to thrust faster and she moaned out, feeling him roughly hitting her spot. He was so good. She never wanted him to stop. She loved how it slightly hurt. He had never been this rough with her before. But it was good. It was really good. So different from how they used to do it. He tucked on her hair and she tilted her head back. He nipped at the skin on her chin. He couldn’t control himself and thrusted more aggressively into her. She felt the change and moaned out feeling it hurt a bit more. But it wasn’t bad. She could feel him so deep inside of her and how he hit her spot so strongly. He had never gone this deep into her and the way her walls were feeling around him was amazing. He looked down to see himself going in and out of her. That was a sight he never wanted to forget. The way he could see how well he filled her up, by seeing how her lower stomach slightly raised up every time he thrusted in. Nothing else mattered to him at this exact moment. All he wanted was her. He moved his hand down and let it work her c**t wanting her to c*m with him. He wasn’t gonna last much longer. He looked up at her face and they locked eyes. She could feel her walls tightening as she felt her high coming close. “Zack-ah,” she whimpered, feeling so good, desperate to feel her high. He kissed her lips. “I know. Me too,” he said and she couldn’t hold it any longer. He followed shortly after and he gently thrusted a few more times riding out their highs together. They moaned loudly together. He filled her up with all of his c*m. Looking at each other as they felt so good from such a sinful thing. Genevive couldn’t help but smile. He chuckled at her cute expression and pulled out. He softly kissed her lips. She kissed him back and they shared a long passionate kiss. It was at times like this she couldn’t understand why they couldn’t be more. He stopped the kiss and rolled to his side groaning feeling the pain from the gunshot wound now after the adrenaline had disappeared. “That’s what you get for not listening to me,” she said teasingly. He looked at her with a smirk and moved closer to her as he kissed her cheek. “It’s very cute how you think a little bruise would stop me from having s*x with you,” he said and winked at her. She giggled and kissed his lips not wanting to argue with him about how stupid he was right now. She could feel their mix c*m slowly dripping out from her and felt a bit embarrassed. “I need a shower,” she said and looked away blushing. “I’m in,” he said excitedly. She just rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He stood up, grabbed her arm and looked down at her, shaking his head. “We’ll take a shower in the bathroom in my room. It’s bigger,” he simply said. “No, absolutely not. I’m not sneaking to your room with you in the middle of the night like this,” she said, feeling embarrassed. He kissed her nose before taking his boxers on. “I have a bathtub,” he said, luring her. Her eyes widened. She liked that idea. She grabbed a large t-shirt from her bag and pulled it on. “Is that mine?,” Zack asked, confused, tilting his head. “Correction. It was yours. Now it’s mine,” she said shamelessly. He laughed and nodded, letting her have it. She looked better in it anyways. She picked up some new underwear and some clothes to wear in the morning. She knew she would probably end up staying in Zack's bed tonight. Holding hands, they snuck out of her room and through the mansion to his room. Luckily all the others were sleeping and didn’t hear a thing. They took a quick shower together to wash off the sweat and well... other fluids. Then they went into the bathtub together. Zack leaned his back on the bathtub wall with Genevive in front leaning against him. He held his arms around her as she played with the bobbles of soap, putting some on his nose. They had a great time just enjoying each other’s presence. The only thing there wasn't perfect was the fact that it couldn’t last. They weren’t a couple and would never be.