Esme's POV
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I leaned my head on Zions Black Range Rover as we drove on the highway
We where on our way to whatever getaway he wanted to take me to, probably to kill me
" Are you going to kill me" I mumbled loud enough for him to hear me
He chuckled darkly
" You would have been dead a long time ago pretty lady" he said focusing on the road as he clenched his jaw looking as if he was now in deep thoughts
" You hungry" he asked and I nodded
We pulled up at Popeyes and I got a 2 piece chicken with a sandwich mild he got a three piece chicken with sandwich everything spicy and we got mango peach juice
He drove up to the next window and paid and then collected the food
I searched my feminine pouch and took out my sanitizer
" Give me your hand" I said and I squeezed the sanitizer in his palm
I did the same and rubbed my hands together before taking my food out
I ate my sandwich first and then ate my chicken with fries and drank my juice
I didn't finish everything because I got sleepy
" Go to sleep we still have 2 hours left"
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I woke up to the car coming to a stopYawning a stretched my legs and sat properly
" We there yet?"
" Yep, you woke up just in time"
I looked outside and saw that it was getting dark
I got out the car and Zion handed me a set of keys
I unlocked the doors to the beautiful beach house as he got out or luggages
I turned the lights off and took my sneakers off and placed them on the shoe holder
" This is nice" I muttered
Zion hummed bringing in our suitcase, he carried them up the stairs and I followed
The room was fully white
Sitting down on the floor I took out some clothes and my towel and rag and went to shower
I shaved my legs, my coochie and then showered twice
I washed off and wrapped the towel around me
I dried my body quickly and pulled my underwear up and slipped some shorts on
Take my tank top up I slipped it
I hung the towel up and went back into the room and saw Zion lighting on of my candles
" You like the smell of that candle or something"
" You always have it burning in your house so I like the smell now" he said
I tied my hair up and took my skin care products out and did it and brushed my teeth
" You got groceries in the house?"
" Yea got some yesterday" he said
I went downstairs towards the kitchen and turned the lights on
Looking in the fridge and freezer I took some steak out and lobster and broccoli
I also got some Irish potatos out
I was going to make some surf and turf
I started by seasoning my meat and placed some water in the stove to boil
I peeled the potato's and washed them before putting them in the boiling water
I cleaned the broccoli up and sliced it and started cooking everything up
In like 1 and a half I wash done cooking
Portioning everything I poured some Iced Tea that I made and placed it on the island
The food
"Zion" I called out
Few minutes later he was coming down the stairs a towel wrapped around his waist and one thrown around his shoulder
He muscles flexed as he walked in the kitchen
Looking away I cleared my throat
" What?"
" I was just telling you dinner is ready " I mumbled
He hummed and sat at the island and started eating
Standing up I started eating too
" Why you standing up?"
" I don't feel like sitting down" I said
" This is good"
" Thank you"
We ate in a somewhat comfortable but awkward silence because he was full in naked right now
I finished eating and I took his plate once he was done
I started cleaning up the kitchen and wiped down the island and counters with disinfectant and bleach then cleaned the stove
I swept the kitchen out and then washed my hands once I was satisfied
Turning the lights off downstairs and making sure the doors where locked I went back upstairs to the room
Zion was asleep his hand draped over his eyes
I turned the lights in and got in the bed
In this bitch cold as hell
Zion must have sensed my presence because his free arm was used to pull me closer to him as he hand rubbed my stomach
I closed my eyes and sighed before I fell asleep
Maybe it won't be so bad
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The Killer
RomantikEveryone knows how dangerous a killer is, expecially a serial killer