His Baby-Bunny [COMPLETE]

Chapter Seventeen

Zoe POV:

When I walked back inside I turned around and watch Luke take off down the driveway. I headed back into the kitchen, made myself another coffee and carried it to the study. I opened my laptop and checked my emails; there were more rejection letters and more emails from future employers explaining that they would keep my details on file. I scoffed;

"Bullshit." I thought. 

I reached for my gold Parker fountain pen and ran my fingers over the engraving; it read, 'Mrs Z Jones'. Luke bought it for me when he bought me a moleskin notebook. I assumed he wanted me to write something amazing with it, but I honestly thought it was too good to use. 

I opened a new tab on my computer and typed 'Things to do when you're bored' into the search bar. All I got was a whole lot of Yahoo answers and the odd Wiki-How manual. So, I put my dog outside, in his little yard so that Luke's Pitbull wouldn't attack him, and got into Luke's nice car. I turned the ignition on and put an old CD into the slot. I left it in park and quickly ran inside, took my purse, my phone, a jumper and locked the door. 

When I first got my license, I enjoyed going for drives, clearing my head and seeing things that I had never seen before, gaining inspiration and just feeling something. I took off down the driveway and lit a cigarette. Out of the gate, I turned left and within a few minutes, I turned onto the highway and decided I would drive all the way to Piha beach; which would only take me about an hour and a half; I had ninety minutes to spare. I heard my phone buzz but I couldn't be bothered to check it. It was probably Luke, wondering why I wasn't in the study - he had a camera set up in order to see what I did during the day - but screw him, I wanted to spend time looking after myself. 

When I got to the beach, I stripped down to my black, lacy and matching panties and bra; Luke insisted that he pick out my undergarments for me each morning and I realised I had forgotten my bikini. I headed down to the water and waded in; it wasn't as cold as I expected it to be. I got out far enough and let myself float. Whilst I was floating I began to think about otters and how they tie their feet to kelp before they sleep, and hold each other's hands to stop themselves floating far away. Then I thought about Luke, and if he would hold my hand to stop me floating away, then I thought if I would do that for him. Then I tried to see if I could stop thinking and just happily let the water carry me wherever it wished. 

After I had had enough of the saltwater, I flipped onto my stomach and dove under the water. I held my breath for as long as possible. The last thing I remember, a pair of strong arms were pulling me out of the water. 

"Excuse me, excuse me Miss, are you alright?"

I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the sand. I blinked and looked around; there was a tan and tall man standing over me. I coughed and threw up water onto the sand. He patted my back as I kept coughing. After a while, I found my voice.

"I'm alright, thanks."

"Well, you've been out for a while. I got worried and called the ambulance."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did. I'm a lifeguard, it's kind of my job."

I smiled weakly, "thanks for doing your job."

"Anytime."

We shook hands as the sirens wailed. I was carried off the beach in a stretcher and given a check-up. 

"Miss, do you have a contact we can call?" The paramedic asked me.

"Umm, yes, my husband." 

She nodded and I gave her his number. I was given a blanket, and a chocolate bar whilst I waited. I was handed a psychological test which I had to answer five pages of multiple choice questions. When Luke arrived, the girl who had given me the psychological test spoke to him. He brushed her off and came over to me, 

"Zoe, baby, are you alright?"

I nodded, "I'm fine."

"Go and hop in the car, my love." He kissed my forehead before I left.

I gave the blanket back and got into Luke's car; he paid the taxi driver who had dropped him off and went to speak to the nurse. He looked solemn the more she spoke. She handed him a card, they shook hands and he came back to the car and turned the ignition on. 

"What were you two chatting about?" I asked.

"You."

"Oh."

"She said your test results weren't good."

"I feel fine." I protested.

"Your psychological test."

I grew silent. I knew it would be a long trip home. 

"She thinks you need to go to a centre." Luke continued.

I said nothing.

"I think we need to get you a new psychologist."

I remained silent.

"I have had a really busy day and you have just made it a whole lot worse, Zoe." His voice rose with his anger.

"I'm sorry." I meant it. 

"I know you are, but I really didn't need to deal with it today." 

"Next time I'll check your schedule before I go for a swim." I adopted a derisive tone and crossed my arms.

"You did more than going for a swim." 

"Sorry, you're right, I went for a drive and then a swim." 

Luke remained silent as we drove past the turnpike that we would take towards our house. 

"Why aren't you dropping me home?" 

"Because I don't think you can be left alone, you're coming to work with me, sitting in the office and thinking about your actions."

"Fuck you, Luke. Take me home!"

He reached over and slapped my thigh.

"Don't talk back to your Daddy Dom."

He then grabbed my hand, kissed the top of it and kept on driving.