His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Two

Zoe POV:

I snuck back into my friend's house and slipped back into my pyjamas. I curled up with my stuffed toy, a pink bunny with a light blue bow-tie. 

I cried myself to sleep and woke up early the next morning and proceeded to complete my chores as normal. I fed the horses, took their rugs off and got ready for my soccer game. I checked my phone before I left, I had a message from Luke, 

It read, "Hey, hope your night out was fun. Text me when you've got the chance." 

I sent back: "hey there, it was a pretty shitty night. I'll tell you about it later." 

As I was putting tracksuit pants on over my shorts, my phone buzzed with another message;

"What happened? Are you alright?" 

I replied, "I'll be fine, I'll chat to you about it later ok?" 

I got in my vintage Range Rover and headed to my soccer game. Eighty minutes and a win later, I headed home and began to get ready for a shower. I checked my phone, four missed calls from Luke. 

I called him back. 

"Hey Zoe, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks, how are you?"

"I'm just peachy." 

I felt a sense of calm washing over me, his strong British accent coming through in his husky voice. 

"Don't you have work?" I teased. 

"No, I have people that work for me, so I technically don't have to do work." 

"Well, I just don't want you to get in trouble." 

"Don't worry about me, I'm a big boy. Are you going out tonight?" 

"You can't just change the subject!" I playfully argued. 

"Too late." He chuckled, his laugh oozing warmth. 

"I am going out tonight, I'm off to a party." I lied. 

"What are you wearing?" He asked with curiosity.

"What am I wearing?" I retorted.

"Yeah, I don't want men looking at you for too long." 

"Why don't I just wear a potato sack then?" 

He laughed once more, "you're very sassy, Zoe. I like that about you."

"I'll send you a picture of what I'm wearing later." 

We ended our conversation there and I went back to my daily activities. Studying for my teaching degree, riding my horses, and stressing over minute details. 

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck six in the evening and I began to get ready for settling down in front of the television to watch 'Dance Moms' which I used to watch religiously with my mother before she passed away. Before I sat down, I put on a tight dress and sent a picture to Luke, he texted me back almost immediately;

"You look beautiful, I'm jealous of all the guys going to that party!" 

I smiled. As if he was jealous of them. 

My phone buzzed again;

"When are you free? I was thinking we could go out for dinner." 

I sent back, "Why don't we do a midnight picnic?" 

I put my popcorn in the microwave and turned on the television. 

"Sure, I'll set it up for Thursday night. I'll pick you up." 

I smiled to myself, I was incredibly nervous and excited. Except, for now, I pushed down my bubbling feelings of anxiety and decided to enjoy some alone time by watching trashy, but entertaining, reality shows.