Chapter 4 Lily's POV

When we arrived at the location, the first thing I noticed was the other line of cars parked in the lot. My husband gave me an encouraging smile and I alighted the car, bringing his coat with me.

Waiting on the other side while he grabbed his keys, I shrugged into the coat, belting it up, just in case we bumped into someone. He chuckled when he saw me.

"I already told you that you don't need this," he murmured, walking over to me. His fingers hooked on the belt, and it came undone under his soft tugging.

"Your skin is beautiful," he said as he got the car open and threw the coat into the back seat. "And you, my wife, are very beautiful. There is nothing to cover up."

Red patches appeared on both sides of my face, and he chuckled again, pulling me to his side. Zane took my hands in his and we strolled into the building, stopping at the front desk for Zane to make an inquiry before we continued inside.

I noticed no one as we walked through, and even the lady at the desk didn't give me more than a cursory glance. Soon, I began to feel myself relax in my skin, even joking about the things that happened during the wedding.

But that came to an abrupt halt when we walked into a more private room. A hearth cackled as it burned away in one corner, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. And inside, a few more laughed and joked about something with their deep-set voices bouncing around the walls.

I froze by the door, bringing my hands up to cover my cleavage, but it didn't make any difference because every other thing was out on display.

"I thought you said there was going to be no one else apart from us?" I whispered, holding on to his arms.

"Relax, wifey," Zane said in a loud voice, getting the attention of everyone in the room. "These are my friends, and they are just here to celebrate with you. There is nothing wrong with them taking a peek at what I got married to."

Nothing about Zane's response sat right with me, but I allowed him to bring me with him further into the room. His friends said nothing, but they had abandoned their conversation and now had their attention on me.

Fully.

I sat beside Zane in one of the black leather couches, glued to him so tight that there was so much room between me and the person on my other hand.

"Relax," Zane whispered to me. "They don't bite."

But the problem was that they looked like they did. Their eyes drank me in weirdly, and one of their gazes even lingered on my nipples. I saw the thoughts in his eyes, the desire in how flushed his skin became.

I found myself tugging Zane again. We needed to leave. But before I could get the words out, my cousin, Sophia, sauntered in, carrying a large tray. She was in a pair of shorts that left the bottom of her ass out on display and a tight-fitted crop top with her nipples erect.

I would have judged, but I was here with her in something worse. It didn't matter that I was married.

"Hey, cousin," Sophia called. She waltzed over to me first, dropping the tray on the table before pulling me into her arms. "How have the last few hours been as a married woman?"

My real answer should have been that there was no difference other than the fact that I was now sitting with his friends practically naked, their eyes roaming my body like they had married me as well.

Instead, I smiled sweetly at her. "Great, Sophie. I haven't felt so much love from Zane in a while." I gazed up at him and looked into his eyes. He did the same thing, too, but his gaze faltered as he looked at Sophia. They smiled at each other, and my worry increased a notch.

"I baked a little something for you," I muttered, bringing her attention back to me. "It's in the house."

"Aww! That's so sweet of you. Thanks, Cuz." She retrieved a drink from the tray and handed it to me. "Congratulations again on your wedding."

The rest of the drinks went round and I brought mine to my lips, taking a little sip. It tasted sweet, like a mixture of orange and pineapple. So, I kept drinking until my glass was empty, and there was a funny feeling in my stomach.

Zane's friends had gone back to talking, but this time, Sophie and Zane were in the heart of the conversation. She sat in front of him, on the floor in between his legs, her hands on his thighs. And when he laughed, he pulled her close to him, like something they'd been doing for a while now.

I felt totally abandoned and cut out of the conversation, so I got on my feet.

But suddenly, it felt like I was suspended in mid-air. My head felt so big that it was hard to move without feeling its weight, and my legs were wobbly like I'd had too much to drink.

I turned to look at Zane, but my vision had blurred. I didn't take alcohol. That was a glass of fruit juice.

"Zane?" I called out, my hands reaching for him. But he moved out of my way immediately, and Sophie's laughter rang in the air.

"Can you see me, Lily?" she teased, waving her fingers in my face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Sophie..."

She laughed again as I almost tripped, but this time, the rest of the room joined in. One of Zane's friends suddenly stood in front of me, his cold fingers tracing a thin line on my neck while I struggled to stay awake.

"You were right, Zane," he drawled. I could hear the lust in his voice. "She is such a beauty. Don't you think this is a waste?"

"Sophie is more beautiful," Zane countered. "She is the one I can't share. But as for Lily...you can have your fun. Just make sure to leave some for me, too."

"And me?" Someone else in the room asked. I felt so much irritation wash through me.

Zane laughed. "If she can handle all of you, why not? But honestly, don't hold your hopes up. She is a prude."

"Zane!" I gasped, but his laughter only got louder.

"What? My friends want to have a go. There is nothing wrong with sharing my wife with my friends, is there?"

The one in front of me pinched my nipples with a devious look in his eyes. He licked his lips and winked at me. I wished I could kick him in the balls.

Instead, I did the first thing that came to my mind, even though I wasn't sure any good could come out of it.

I ran.

"What are you doing?" I heard someone call behind me. "Get her back here."