Chapter 53 Married Over Night

• ~Zion’s POV~
• Holy Hell! She is not going anywhere after doing what she has just done. My bodyguards seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. With my hand, I gestured to them not to pursue her. The first day at J-City, and then this. Has this woman been fucked until she became mute? The only thing I can think about at the moment is fucking her pouty, sinister mouth until she’s completely mute. Heck! Did I mention her voice? There was something about her apology that felt like it came from a high angel. I never believed in angels, but that girl is everything. I stood there watching her enter the dance floor. Her coat opens and closes slightly, and all I’m interested in is what’s hidden behind it. I was convinced she was inebriated and that men might prey on her. That includes me. She didn’t seem to be able to see where she was going, which I noted. I could tell she was resorting to booze to forget whatever had happened the moment she walked in and began drinking. By the way, she was drinking. One could tell she had never consumed alcohol before. She drank it as if it were water. As a result, she became extremely inebriated very quickly. I noticed a man attempting to smuggle his fingers inside her coat. I pushed myself up from my seat. I sighed as I gazed at her. This girl is going to teach me how to conduct myself in a gentlemanly manner. I’ve never been considered a gentleman. I picked her up and motioned for one of my guys to go get the car. My assistant and driver were both unavailable at the time. He was occupied with his search for a new residence. I exited the building, carrying the girl. I was standing outside, waiting for my car to arrive with the woman who so closely resembled Aya. Before meeting Aya, I had been on a few dates and had a few crushes. However, the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was the one. The girl I was carrying then puked all over me. For the first time in my life, I did not respond when someone did something so repulsive. This is a first-of-its-kind concept. I laughed at myself. I observed one of my bodyguards staring at me, shocked, and thought to myself, 'Yeah, I did it.' I was puked on by a chick, and I refrained from throwing her poor arse on the ground. Finally, the car arrived, and I was whisked away to one of my J-City lodgings. I sat her down on the couch and took off my shirt, which was covered in puke. Then I looked her in the eyes and helped her remove her coat.
• Christ!