Forever Love: The Last Husband Part 3

"I want to," I said obstinately. It was true that I didn't really have the money to buy him sheets, but I also needed to feel that I wasn't just getting a free ride. "Besides, I'll be getting a paycheck soon, right?"

"I don't really want you spending your hard-earned money on me." He frowned. "But if you insist. And if you will actually accept and cash my paycheck."

"I ..." my voice trailed off. He was right. I did feel funny about cashing the checks. It just didn't seem right to take money from my boyfriend, no matter if I was working for him or not. It was okay when we were just friends, but to be sleeping with him and taking money made it all seem a bit sleazy.

"Lucky, you have to take the money." Zane folded his arms across the chest. "You still have to send Leeza your rent money every month."

"I know, I know." I crinkled my nose and grabbed his arm. "Let's go look at sheets, we can talk about this later." We finally moved away from the couches and I saw a little girl staring at us curiously. She was bouncing up and down on a beanbag chair while her parents measured the dimensions of one of white couches to the right of them. I was surprised that they were considering a white couch with a kid; frankly I wouldn't get a white couch if it were just me, not with how messy I was. I smiled at the little girl as we walked and she stuck her tongue out at me and turned her face away. I giggled to myself at her precociousness and I saw Zane giving me a side-long glance. I was sure he was likely wondering if I was crazy or not, but I just smiled and continued walking. Let him think what he wants. The crazy part might be right; I wouldn't doubt it if someone said that I was.

"No pink sheets, Lucky." Zane squeezed my hand. "Please no pink sheets."

"I'm not a little princess, you know."

"You're my princess." He purred and I punched his arm. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me towards him, and I squealed as I pushed him backwards. He held onto me as he fell back and we both landed on the queen-sized display bed that was behind him. "Lucky, I know you want me, but we're in public." He grinned at me as we lay on our backs.

"You wish." I shook my head and tried to sit up. He pulled me back down towards him and kissed me hard and I melted against him, enjoying the warm sweetness of his lips on mine.

He smiled as he pulled away from me and licked my lips. "You taste like honey."

"It's maple syrup."

"Well, it's good." He leaned towards me again and ran his tongue over my bottom lip slowly. I stared into his eyes, and we laid there for a moment, just gazing at each other.

"Excuse me, excuse me! You guys can't be on the bed doing that." I looked up, embarra.s.sed, and saw an elderly lady staring at us with a shocked expression. "You two need to get up off the bed. This is a reputable business, not a brothel." She glared at us and I jumped up off of the bed quickly. Zane stood up slowly and smiled at the lady.

"Sorry, ma'am, my wh.o.r.e and I got a little carried away."

"Zane!" I gasped and noticed the lady's face turn red. She turned away from us mumbling something about how rude this generation was.

I turned on him and hissed, "Zane, how could you say that?" My face was still flushing a deep red and I wanted to sink into the ground.

"You know you're not my wh.o.r.e, but what did that busybody expect after saying we thought this was a brothel?" He grinned and grabbed my hand. "Now let's get these sheets and get out of here. I don't think I'm made for Ikea."

"You don't even know Ikea." I shook my head. "I didn't know you were an elitist about where your sheets came from."

"I'm not. I just want to be somewhere a little less crowded with you." He ran his hand down to my a.s.s and I swatted it away.

"Zane," I protested quickly. "Let's not get kicked out."

"I don't mind if we do." He looked sheepish.

"You're bored, aren't you?" I laughed. "Let me choose something and we can leave." I spotted a green duvet cover with circles on it and rushed over. "Oh, look at this. I love it. Don't you love it?" I grabbed the package and stared at it before eagerly showing it to Zane.

"Not really," he grimaced.

"What do you like?" I put the package down and walked over to a plain sky-blue cover. "Something like this?"

"No." He shook his head and walked over to a black striped set.

"No way." My voice rose, and this time it was me shaking my head. "There is no way I'm sleeping in a death bed."

"A death bed?" He looked amused.

"The color black in a home is not for me," I said. "It's too gloomy. I prefer bright colors. Don't get me wrong, though, I'll wear black clothes." I laughed loudly. "I do like the slimming look."

"You don't need any help looking slim." He purred and I hit him in the arm.

"You're such a suck-up, Zane."

"And you love it." He paused. "I mean, I'm sure you loved it when I gave you super big tips."

"You did that on purpose?" I turned around and gasped. "I mean, of course you did it on purpose, but did you do it to suck up to me?" I laughed at his 'you-got-me' expression. "I guess I should say thanks. You saved me from getting evicted many times."

"You were that broke?" He frowned.

"Yes," I sighed, remembering all the stress from the last year. "My parents didn't have an insurance policy when they died. I had to use my student loans and credit cards to pay for the funeral expenses."

"Couldn't you use money from the estate?" He looked upset and I shook my head.

"There was no estate. My parents were in pre-foreclosure." I sighed as I remembered the stress they had been in before they died. "They were fighting just to keep the house."

"I'm sorry." His voice was tight. "I don't want you to worry about money with me, Lucky."

"I don't want your money, Zane. This can't be about money." My throat constricted as I looked up at his face, which was growing increasingly angrier. "Please understand that."

"I don't understand why you won't let me help you."

"A relationship built unevenly isn't solid, Zane, and money makes things uneven." I stared into his eyes, hoping he would understand where I was coming from. "I don't want to be dependent on you."

"I want you to be dependent on me. I want to be your provider." His words came out hoa.r.s.ely. "I would do anything for you, Lucky. Money means nothing to me. I just want you to be happy and safe. And you're not going to be safe if you're on the streets."

"Well, right now I'm in Los Feliz." I smiled weakly.

"Yes." He stared at me for a few seconds and turned away. "What about this one?" He walked over and picked up a cream duvet cover with a shiny silver pattern running across it. I was glad for the change of subject and looked at it.

"I love it," I beamed. "I really love it."

"Should we get the matching sheet set, as well?"

"I ... uh, sure."

"I'll pay." Zane's voice was firm.

"No," I sighed. "I'll buy the duvet cover. You can buy the sheets."

"I don't want you spending your money on me, Lucky."

"Please, Zane." I looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would understand how important it was for me to do this.

"Fine." He took my hand and kissed it. "You're one in a million, Lucky Starr Morgan."

I blushed as I noticed the stares of those all around us, and my heart stilled at the tenderness in his voice. Everything was going to work out. We'd figure it out. No matter what happened, we'd get over it. Some of the worry in my gut left me and I sidled up to him, cherishing the warmth of his body next to mine.

"Shall we go to the bookstore next?" He kissed my cheek and a flow of electricity pa.s.sed between us.

"Maybe tomorrow?" I didn't want to go and look at pregnancy books today. Everything was still so fresh and new between us. I didn't want that additional pressure and worry to hit us so quickly. "Let's go grocery shop, so I can make a great dinner for Leonardo."

"Oh, yes." He pulled away from me. "You know, Lucky, sometimes we have to do things we think are for the best."

"Uh huh." I looked at him suspiciously. "And you're telling me this because...?"

"I'd do anything for you, Lucky. You are more important to me than I am to myself. Even if that means you being with someone else."

"What are you talking about?" It was my turn to frown and look at him. "I don't want to be with anyone else, and I can look after myself."

"Well, I beg to differ." He smirked. "I do remember having to rescue you on a certain dark night in Florida."

"I didn't need you to rescue me." I glared at him and pulled away. Sometimes Zane was so obnoxious and annoying that he made my blood boil. I knew he had issues, but there was no way I was going to let him treat me like some 50s housewife who depended on her husband for everything. Even though he wasn't my husband. I could just imagine if I brought up the word husband to him. I bet he'd freak out. I giggled to myself, imagining what his face would look like. Maybe it would stop him from thinking crazy thoughts and talking even crazier.

"Hi, I'm Leonardo. Yes, like DiCaprio, and no, I'm not him." Leonardo shook my hand and smiled warmly at me. "I had to give you that disclaimer, as I knew you were wondering."

I laughed at his joke and felt myself relaxing at his warmness. I had been silently worried all night that Zane's best friend was going to be as cold and as fake as the people at his party.

"Zane didn't tell me you could read minds." I grinned back at him and studied his face. He may not have been the real deal, but Leonardo was possibly even better looking than his namesake. He had short, dark blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. His skin was a golden tan and it positively glowed against his white shirt. But it wasn't his looks that drew me in, it was the warmth and honesty in his eyes. Implicitly, I trusted and liked Leonardo. There was something about him that made me feel special and warm.

"Zane never tells people of all my positive qualities." He laughed. "He just wants everyone to think I'm just a pretty face."

"You wish, Leo." Zane came up behind me and slid his arm around my waist. "I don't think anyone's ever said you had a pretty face."

"Well, the girl last night did," Leo began and then glanced at me. "Oops, sorry. I forgot I was in the company of a lady and not just a Neanderthal."

"No problem." I giggled and ushered him into the dining room. "Please, have a seat. Dinner's almost ready. I hope you like lamb."

"I love lamb." Leo smiled at me warmly. "In fact, it's my favorite meat."

"It's mine, as well."

"Okay, guys." Zane grabbed my hand. "Lucky, let me help you finish up in the kitchen."

"No, no. Stay with your guest." I pushed him away and walked to the kitchen. I looked back and saw Zane frowning at Leonardo and whispering something hastily at him. Zane looked slightly upset and I stared at him in bewilderment. What was his problem? Leo just stood there smiling, and eventually Zane shook his head and backed away from him. I turned back around quickly and went to check on my herb roasted potatoes. As I checked to make sure they were cooked to a nice crisp, I frowned at what I had just seen. Why had Zane been so upset? He couldn't have been mad just because we had been lightly flirting, could he?

As I went to pull the salad out of the fridge, my phone beeped and I picked it up from the table. When I saw Leeza's name, I smiled and opened her text message eagerly. I felt the blood drain from my face as I stared at the words on the screen: Lucky call me NOW! I'm really worried about you. I have some new information. Zane is not who he seems. Call me now.

I dropped the phone on the table in shock and it slammed down, making a loud noise.

"Everything okay, Lucky?" Zane's voice sounded concerned as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes looked at me with a worried expression, and I attempted to smile back at him without showing him how anxious I was feeling.

"I'm ... it's fine." I nodded my head and stood there for a moment, trying to ignore the urge to ask him if there was something he wanted to tell me. "I just need to make a call. Can you pour the wine for me?"

"Sure." He stood there for a moment as if he wanted to say something else. "Let me know if anything is wrong, please."

"Sure." I hurried out of the kitchen with my phone and ran up the stairs and went into my room. I locked the door and called Leeza.

"Lucky?" She answered on the first ring. "Thank G.o.d, you're okay."

"What's going on, Leeza?" I whispered into the phone.

"Lucky, do you remember that guy Evan from the party?"

"Who?"

"The guy I tried to set you up with?"

"Not really?" I frowned. "Can you hurry it up please? I'm in the middle of a dinner party."

"I saw Evan last night, Lucky, and ..."

"Lucky, everything okay?" Zane banged on the door, his voice loud and concerned.

"Yes, I'll be right out," I called out. "Leeza, please hurry, I have to go," I whispered into the phone.

"Lucky, Evan told me that Zane knew ..." Leeza's phone crackled.

"Zane knew what? I can't hear you," I hissed.

"My phone has bad reception, Lucky," Leeza said hurriedly. "But be careful ... Zane... Evan said ... stalking ... blackmailed him ..." And then the phone disconnected.

I stood there with my heart pounding. I had no idea what Leeza had been trying to tell me, but from the words I had heard, it didn't sound like anything good. I felt my blood chill and I wondered at just what I had gotten myself into. I loved Zane, but I wasn't sure that I really knew him at all. I stood there uncertainly, wondering what to do. I wanted to ask Zane what was going on but it didn't feel right to question him without knowing the full story. What had Leeza meant? She couldn't have been trying to say that Zane was a stalker, could she? I just didn't believe that could be true. It just couldn't be true.

Chapter 3.

Zane I took a deep breath before going back down the stairs. I wasn't sure what was wrong with Lucky, but I figured she was having mood swings like most women seemed to have. I took two more deep breaths as I walked down and I tried to calm my nerves as I was still fuming mad at Leonardo. Who did he think he was to flirt with Lucky so blatantly in front of me? I was starting to think that it wasn't such a good idea to bring him into her life, no matter how close he was to me, or how worried I was. I couldn't stand to think of her with him, without me. What if she fell for him? How would I feel if they got together? I didn't even want to think about it. A part me thought that maybe she'd be happier with someone like Leo. He was the epitome of a happy-go-lucky guy. He had money. He was decent. He would treat her well. And maybe he would even love her. Not as much as I loved her, of course, but who said my love was special? Who said my love was what she needed?

Shut up already, Zane, a voice in my head was screaming at me. Stop being such a defeatist and a p.u.s.s.y. If you love her, make it work. I was scared even thinking the love word. I didn't even really know if I knew what true love was. I didn't know if I would ever feel the way Lucky felt. I don't know if I could love and lose and be okay with it. I didn't want to be okay with it. I didn't want to put that out into the universe. I didn't want anyone or anything to think that Zane Beaumont was okay if you screwed with him-'cause I'm not. I'm not okay with being f.u.c.ked over. I'm not okay with it. I had already lost my mother and my brother. I wasn't going to allow myself to get to a point where I'd lose Lucky ... I wasn't even going to continue with that thought.

Leonardo was staring at me as I walked across the room. He had a concerned look on his face and I knew he wanted to ask me a personal question. A personal question I wasn't interested in answering.

"Everything okay?" he finally spoke and I nodded.