Belonging to Lust

Heath Sullivan was on his way back from helping a friend out with the renovations on his house while his wife was out of town. The two managed to crack things out much faster than predicted and so he was able to leave early. What was a taxing job that would take most of the day took only a couple of brief hours. Now Heath was looking forward to going home and returning to a naked Zaiyia asleep in his bed. More than anything, he wanted to spend his weekend vegetating in his own bed with her, rousing her awake to slide into her again, getting up to collect food so they could add something else to their diet other than themselves, and napping the minutes away to retrieve the energy to do it all over again. As long as the rest of today was all about them, Heath would be happy.

Contemplating if he should pick something up for them while he was out, Heath cruised his truck through the Town’s Main Square. If Zaiyia knew he was returning hungry, she’d likely try and get up to feed him, and that would destroy the fantasy of sliding back into bed with her. No, he wanted her to remain in bed for the rest of the day. Heath wasn’t really browsing the mobs of people swarming the square for a familiar face, nor was he planning on stopping to say ‘hi’ if he did. Food was the only thing on his mind at the moment when his green eyes spotted someone beloved to him that had him doing a double take.

Zaiyia?

Yes, Heath was sorry to see that his mind had not misled him. His fully dressed Zaiyia was sitting by a fountain in the park of the Town’s Main Square! And to make matters worse she wasn’t alone. Sitting beside her and chitchatting was that moron, Alan! True, there was nothing wild or inappropriate going on between the two from what Heath could see, thank god, but that did nothing to cool the volcanic jealousy from overpowering him behind the wheel of his truck.

Coming to an abrupt stop at the curb right in front of them, the screech of his tires being forcefully braked disrupted their conversation like a knife through butter and immediately garnered their full attention...as well as some onlookers. Heath was beyond pissed off that Zaiyia hadn’t listened to his order that she stay away from that dumb footballer that didn’t know his dick from his brain, but he had to concede the sight of her jaw-dropping at the presence of him catching her gladdened him immensely.

A rookie Officer fresh out of the Police Department had been leisurely walking along the sidewalk with a notepad and pen, writing out tickets. The moment Officer Marcus heard the screeching of tires, his head snapped up in the direction of the shrill commotion disrupting the peaceful laughter and talks of the Main Square. As soon his eyes specified the vehicle accountable, Officer Marcus bucked up his chest and began to stride over to the truck with the intent of slapping a scathing ticket into the owner’s hand. He didn’t slow his prompt gait even when he saw from the other side of the vehicle the driver's door opened and then slammed shut. However, he nearly fell forward onto his face in a full stop when he saw who rounded the soaring vehicle in long powerful strides.

Swallowing his fear at the mere size of the man, Officer Marcus attempted to brush aside his paralyzing intimidation to try and hinder Heath Sullivan with a hand. “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to slow do-”

Heath didn’t give a damn who stood in his way, he was getting past them one way or another! In Officer Marcus’s case, he shoulder-checked him with an ominous growl. “Get out of my way!”

Simultaneously, both Alan and Zaiyia bounced to their feet at the sight of the seething Rhino coming their way. A wide-eyed, frightened, blanched Alan took that opportunity to save himself by plowing himself behind Zaiyia who held out both of her hands in an attempt to soothe Heath. “Heath! W-What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at that guy’s house helping him with something?”

Heath wasn’t about to stand around and explain himself to Zaiyia. Especially not after witnessing her in the presence of Alan! No, he was here to lay down the law and see it followed through. Jerking his thumb to the truck over his shoulder, he glared angrily down at her as he barked. “Get your fucking ass in the truck, Zaiyia, or else I’m gonna throw you in it in front of everyone!”

God, Alan couldn’t let this happen! He finally got to sit down with Zaiyia and once again something was attempting to get in the way of it! No, not again. Trying to grow some balls, Alan straightened his spine and stepped forward to get command of the situation. “Mr. Sullivan, you’re way out of li-!”

“Stay out of this, Alan!” Zaiyia ordered him with a palm up to shush him from making things worse. Her brown eyes were locked on Heath’s molten green ones. The infuriated side of her wanted to call him out on his crap because he’s never wanted any attention on their relationship before, but the man was clearly pissed off. He wasn’t thinking clearly about where they were, and their growing audience. Lowering her tone, she tried to console him. “Heat-”

But Heath wouldn’t allow her to settle this situation. That’s not what he wanted. He wanted her butt in his truck exactly like he demanded her to do, and since she’d rather not, he would have to force her. Reaching out, he captured her by her wrist in a tight hold and forcibly began to drag her over to his truck, not giving a damn who saw.

Dropping her McDonald's bag with her Big Mac still inside, Zaiyia allowed Heath to manhandle her in front of everyone who likely thought he was a dad who just caught his kid messing around with some boy he didn’t approve of. No one was gonna stick up for her right now, but that’s okay. As always, she’ll take care of herself. She kept her voice calm and the dramatic scene from escalating even further. “Heath, it’s not what it looks like! I promise you, I have no interest in that boy!”

Not ready to back down, a staunch Alan proceeded to follow them over to the truck. Not exactly helping the situation, he raised his voice to be heard by Heath. “Hey, wait! We were talking!”

“Does it look like I give a damn what you were doing?!” Heath snapped over his shoulder as he hauled Zaiyia away. “Zaiyia is coming home with ME, and that’s fucking final!”

“Back off, Alan!” Zaiyia shouted at Alan as Heath pulled her along behind him. With her other free hand, she silently signaled for him to call her instead. They still needed to smooth out the creases in their plan, so she couldn’t leave Alan thinking everything was ruined. It wasn’t, just…they couldn’t talk about this right now.

But of course, Alan wasn’t willing to listen and let things go! He didn’t want to have to wait until later to hash things out and so he did the only thing he could think of doing. Taking off in a run to catch up to Heath, he jogged alongside him and spilled his heart out. “Mr. Sullivan, you’ve been in love before too right? Who am I kidding, of course, you have! That means you can understand where I’m coming from!”

“Fuck off!” Heath growled, sounding like a lion ready to tear open the chest cavity of anyone else stupid enough to incite him. At this moment, Heath didn’t have the heart to listen to Alan’s sob story.

“I need Zaiyia’s help to get my girlfriend back!” Alan quickened to explain, letting Heath in on their joint plan, something he hadn’t told his own friends about. He was putting all the cards on the table, whatever it took to keep Zaiyia with him for as long as he needed her. “I’m in love with Alice, Mr. Sullivan. And I mean REALLY love her!”

“FUCK OFF!” Heath snapped in response. He was so enraged he swore he couldn’t think straight and was likely foaming at the mouth from it.

“No, please please please, sir! Please!” Alan pleaded some more, about ready to drop to his knees and beg if that’s what he had to do. For now, he was showing his desperation with his palms pressed together in prayer. “Can’t you find it in your heart to understand where I’m coming from, man to man?”

Heath had no intention of doing that. His control of his temper was being reined back by a skimpy thread. Ripping the passenger door open, Heath shoved Zaiyia into his truck before slamming the door shut, sealing her away from Alan’s vexing clutches. That should’ve been enough to subdue his temper somewhat, but then while he was trying to round his truck and get out of there Alan decided to step in his path. Ruthlessly, Heath shoved the boy aside with his arm, knocking him onto the rough asphalt of the road.

Finally losing his temper, Heath went off on Alan. “I SAID FUCK OFF! GO BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE’S STUPID DAUGHTER YOU FUCKING PERVERT CAUSE IT SURE AS FUCK WON’T BE MINE!”

Down on the ground gaping in horror up at Heath, Alan had no choice but to back off. There were no other options. He didn’t stand a chance against Zaiyia’s Guardian not only because he was a full-grown adult male, but because the guy was built like a Skyscraper blended with a military Tank! Gradually rising to his feet, his eyes locked on Zaiyia from within the truck. She was pointing to her phone and mouthing for him to call her later. Throwing up his hands, Alan retreated back onto the sidewalk.

Heath yanked open the driver’s door and climbed in. Starting the truck, he immediately drives off.