She Belongs To Him

Chap. 57: Its Not An Underdog Story

• above, Lane West at one point of the chapter •

Lane's hands go to Katie's waist. Again, he heavily sighs. The blonde's hands that hold onto his jaw goes behind her lover's neck and interlocks her fingers together.

"I need...to tell you about my past." Lane slowly nods, holding the curved mold of her hips. "I need you to understand why I treat you so..."

"Delicate?" Katie offers.

The blue eyed man slowly nods. "Fragile."

Lane nods down to the couch seats. The blonde unlocks her fingers from the back of Lane's neck, following him as he sits down on the couch. Once he is on the couch, he pulls Katie into him. Cradling her body to his with his left arm, his right hand brushing against her left cheek gently.

"I guess I should start off by telling you that my name isn't actually Lane West...it's Wesley Hugh Langton." Lane confesses, taking a deep breath in.

Katie's eyes grow wide with shock. "Wesley Hugh Langton? You don't look like a Wesley. Maybe a Hugh, but not Wesley."

Lane gives her a look. "Trust me, I didn't pick the name."

"So, Wesley-" the blonde smirks slyly, teasing him.

"No." Lane cuts her off, his tone sharp at first but it lightens up as he continues to speak. "That's not my name anymore. I hate that name."

Katie thinks for a moment, her fingers fiddling with his sweater. "Then how about Wes? It could be short for West."

Pain flashes in Lane's eyes, he looks away with a sad smile. "My father used to call me that."

Did I hit a nerve? A tender spot? Katie worries, chewing the inside of her cheek.

The blonde reaches forward. She plants a slow, tender kiss on her lover's cheek. Lane turns over to face her. She holds the side of his face as she kisses his lips just as tender and slow. The blue eyed man pulls her tighter against him, holding her cheek as he deepens the kiss.

Katie parts the kiss, looking up into Lane's eyes as she fiddles with his short sideburns. Her green eyes search his, seeing a new man in her lover's eyes. A man who is scarred but still wounded. This yanks at her heartstrings.

"What happened to him?" Katie softly says, caution in her voice.

Lane's chest rises and falls heavily. He lowers his head, his lips pursing into a sad frown.

"I came from a wealthy family in Seattle...my father, Charles Hubert Langton, earned this money through hard work and years of dedication to his law firm. My mother, Linda, came from the multimillionaires who disowned her when she married my father..."

My father was disowned because he married my mother... Katie thinks, her eyes wide.

"So...you were rich?" Katie exclaims in shock, her brow arched. "I thought all the rich people involved in crime came from nothing."

"Its not an underdog story." Lane softly smirks at her words, "I was spoiled, Katie. I was spoiled and selfish and naive and my dick got me in trouble more times than not. I was an embarrassment to my family."

The blonde shakes her head, her ponytail bouncing. "You couldn't have been that bad."

"I wasn't like you." Lane fiddles with the buckle on her black overalls, his voice soft. His eyes not meeting hers. "I wasn't good and pure and full of good intentions and kindness like you are...and I had it coming when my parents cut me off of their will. I was so angry and bullheaded...I vowed to show them up to make them regret ever cutting me off."