Lisa's POV

"Yes, in two weeks," Aunt Dimitra said.

"I..." I wanted to say something, but he didn't let me finish my sentence. He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

"Zack!" Aunt Carla called him, but he didn't stop.

I needed to tell him the truth.

"I need to go to my room," I said and went to my room quickly.

I called him, but he didn't pick up.

"Pick up, Zack. Please!"

I called him again, but his phone was turned off.

Damn it! I threw my phone onto the bed.

I sat on the bed and held my head in my hands.

Suddenly, I got nauseous and rushed into the bathroom. After vomiting, I brushed my teeth.

I left the bathroom and tried calling him again, but his phone was still turned off.

...

It was late. Zack hadn't turned his phone back on.

I was walking back and forth in my room. I asked Yannis about Zack, but he said he didn't know anything. He said that Zack had left without security guards. I was worried.

Where are you, Zack?

I called him again. The call didn't go to voicemail right away, meaning that Zack turned his phone back on. The call was picked up, but it wasn't Zack. They were talking in Greek.

"Do you know English?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss."

"Who are you? Where is Zack?"

"I'm a bartender. Mr. Petropoulos is here. He's drunk."

"Could you send me the address? And please, do not let him go. I'm going for him."

"Ok, miss."

I hung up, grabbed my bag, and left the house.

As I walked out of the house, Yannis approached me. "Ms. Phillips?"

"Zack is drunk. I need to go pick him up." I showed him the address on my phone.

"Ok, Ms. Phillips."

We got in the car. I was worried.

...

When we arrived at the club, Yannis parked in the back of the club. We went inside the club and looked for Zack. But it was crowded.

I saw Zack at the bar. I walked towards him as Yannis followed me.

Once I reached him, I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Zack?"

He turned around. He looked at me, surprised. "Oh, my cousin's fiancee," he said with a sarcastic smirk.

"Zack, get up. Let's go. You're drunk." I held his arm, but he pulled it away.

"Don't touch me!" He turned around and sipped his whiskey.

"Zack, please. It's not what you think. Let me explain."

"Lisa, get out of here! I don't want to see your face or hear your voice. Go to your fiance. Leave me alone!"

"Zack, I'm not going anywhere without you. And you will come with me, whether you want to or not. Now, get up!"

"Yannis, take Lisa home. Now!" He shouted at Yannis.

"No," I said, annoyed. "Get up."

Zack stood up. He was about to fall. I grabbed his arm to help him stand.

Once Zack was standing, he pulled his arm away from me, angrily.

"Enough, Lisa! Get the hell out!" he yelled at me.

Everyone was looking at us now.

"Zack, please calm down."

He was not looking at me. He was looking behind me. "Why the hell are you staring at her?"

I turned around and noticed that he was shouting at a guy. He went towards him, but I held him back. "Zack, please let it go. He wasn't looking at me."

He rushed towards the guy and punched him in the face. The guy fell.

"Zack!" I shouted.

He bent down and punched the guy again. The guy started to fight back. Yannis tried to separate them as I called his name. Finally, they were separated.

We walked out. Yannis helped Zack get in the car. I got in the car and sat beside him. There was a wound on his lips. Blood dripped from it. I got a tissue and tried to wipe the blood, but he pulled his head away and leaned his head back.

"Yannis, to my house," he said, closing his eyes. I breathed in deeply.

...

Yannis parked the car in front of the house. We got out of the car.

His house was big and beautiful. It even had a beautiful garden.

Yannis helped Zack walk in the house as I followed. Yannis took him to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and rubbed his forehead.

"Thank you, Yannis." Yannis nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

"We need to clean your wound. Your lip is bleeding," I said.

He didn't say anything, so I started to clean it. He stared at me in silence.

Suddenly, he brushed his lips against mine and pulled me to him by my waist. I was in his lap now. He cupped my cheek as he kissed me roughly. He laid me on the bed without separating our lips, moving his hand down to my thigh.

"I want you, only you," he murmured in between kisses. "You're mine. I want to bury myself in you."

"I am yours." I murmured.

He slipped his hand under my dress. He caressed my inner thigh, as I ran my hands through his hair. He moved his lips down my neck. He kissed and sucked it. Then, he bit down, making me moan.

"Mine and only mine," he murmured, kissing the same place as he bit earlier.

He removed the straps of my dress, placing kisses from my neck to my breasts. He removed my bra down and cupped my breast. He squeezed them slightly. I groaned as I closed my eyes.

He pulled my panties to the side and plunged his fingers in me.

He increased the pace his fingers moved in and out with every thrust he gave while sucking my nipples. He reclaimed my lips.

I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He pulled my lower lip between his teeth while he teased my clit with his fingers. I groaned in pleasure.

"Zack," I moaned while I panted and came as I screamed his name out.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth and kissed me, shutting me up. He took my dress and bra away from my body. He moved his lips down, placing soft kisses as he did. He stopped and pulled my panties down. He kissed me between my legs. I arched my back as I gripped his hair.

He teased me with his lips and tongue. He stood up and took his pants and boxers off.

He positioned himself between my legs and slammed into me roughly. I gasped at the sudden feeling of having him inside.

He began to thrust in and out faster and harder. I moaned louder with every thrust.