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Zayn's POV:
Her piercing brown eyes widen and she gulps loudly while glancing around her and then back to me.
She looks cute.
"Wha... What are you talking about, Zayn." She questions.
I have been secretly watching her, the way she stole glances at me didn't escape my notice. I noticed her beautiful shape ass as she tried to hide them with those baggy jeans and trousers she normally wears, I notice how flustered she gets when I come near her, for years I have been watching her and waiting for the right time to claim her.
She is my girl even without knowing it.
"What are you doing, let me go." She whispers and I shake my head. I have been waiting for so long.
I raise my hand to her face and slowly caress her face. She is a beauty. Being a biracial girl she has the beauty of both races in her. Her brown locks were taken from her father's race and it suits her perfectly, she is beautiful with them.
From the corner of my eyes, I can see Stephanie walking towards us with her boyfriend, Ray, trailing behind her.
"Are you bullying her again, Zayn? Let her go. I invited her here to have fun with me." She barks. I release my hold on Elsa and turn back to face my annoying little sister.
"I can do whatever I want, Stephanie. This is my house."
I deadpan.
"Our house." She counters stubbornly. I smirk and walk toward her but her boyfriend quickly stands in front of her protectively.
Does this dude think I care?
"You will end up getting married one day, little sister. And I will be the one to continue our father's legacy. I'm a star already, what are you?" I inquire dauntingly.
She pressed her lips against each other and steps up to me. She grabs Elsa by her wrist and drags her to her side.
The view is entertaining.
"Stay away from her, Zayn. She's not one of your play toys."
But she is. Elsa is my play toy. She will be my favorite play toy and she will enjoy it.
I shrug nonchalantly and watch as she drags Elsa away from me. I rub my hand down my face and chuckle.
I walk back to where I was previously sitting and sit down. One of my girls, Jemima, places her hand on my shoulder and cock her head to the side, watching me.
"Do you want me to make you feel good?"She asks me. Do I? I don't even feel aroused from the thought of having her.
All I can think about is Elsa in that tight bikini. Hugging her curves and setting them in the right places.
Damn! She's so beautiful.
I grab a pack of cigarettes from Mace and light it then takes a drag. I puff out the smoke and glance around us. Everyone is having fun, as they should and there is Mace who is watching me with a newfound interest.
"What?" I query.
He shakes his head and gulps down the bottle of Heineken in his hand. "Nothing."
I drew up my eyebrows and watch him but I can't tell what is going through his mind. Mace has always been the secretive one amongst the three of us. Jace, Mace, and I grow up together and our parents and the same circle of friends, it disturbs me when I don't know what he's thinking about.
A few minutes later I enter the house to grab a bottle of water but instead, I see Elsa inside the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping wine.
I can see her body turn rigid and her back straightens. She must have noticed my presence.
She fears me.
She should be. I'm not a good guy. I'm not a Prince in search of a Cinderella nor am I a beast in search of beauty. I'm just a guy that sees what he wants and will take it no matter what.
Elsa Jameson is a girl that I want, whether she hates me or is scared of me that won't put a stop to my desire.
I walk past her and open the fridge. After grabbing a bottle of water I open it and start gulping down the content. I can feel her eyes on me, watching my shirtless body.
"You're free to watch as much as you want, very much so," I say and turn to face her. She blushes and turns her face away from me.
I smirk and advance toward her. My interest in a girl is a mystery to me as well.
I place my hands on both sides of the counter, trapping her with my body.
She gulps, her hands balling into a fist, her eyes looking everywhere but me.
I raise my hand and grab the loc on her forehead then twist it between my fingers.
"I like your locs, they are beautiful," I smirk and bring the lock to my nose and sniff them. She gasps as soon as she sees what I did and her face flushes in embarrassment.
"What..... are you doing? Shouldn't you be at your pool party?" She stutters as she tries not to look at me.
I push her locks away and raised her chin, trapping her jaw between my fingers.
"Look at me, Elsa," I whisper. She stares into my eyes and I smile.
I bring my face close to her, my eyes focus on her lips but she glances away before my lips can touch hers. My hand drops from her face and I straighten myself.
Self-respect.
There is nothing like that.
She will be mine either way. She is no match for me. She is just 5'3. A tiny compared to me.
But I like her that way. I can control her that way.
She'll be mine.
"Be my slut, I'll protect and provide for you," I say to her.
"What..... What did you say?"
Elsa I don't think I heard him well. I'm not sure if I hear him at all. But the way he is looking at me as if he is waiting for my response makes my head dizzy. "Be mine," he repeated himself. Should I cry or laugh? Nothing like that comes to mind as I stare at him. Zayn Black, my best friend's brother wants me to be his slut. As in, his whore. I feel shame wash over me. Is that all he sees me as? Some girl he can have to satisfy his sex craves? I blink my eyes and glare at him. "I am not a slut, Zayn. I'm your sister's best friend." He stares at me as if I am speaking a foreign language. He chuckles as he drags the back of his hand leisurely down my left cheek. "Why? You are not anybody's slut but mine. You don't have a choice, Elsa Jameson." He smiles and rubs the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. "I want you." He slips his finger inside my mouth and I do well by closing my teeth on it. His face contorts and I fear that he will also me but he didn't instead his grin wi
Elsa "What are you doing?" This is the question that he asks me. Well dude I'm drinking milk. I raise the glass in my hand for him to see and he nods his head. He walks past me to the fridge as well and grabs a bottle of water. "Are you dating Zayn?" He asks. Why is everyone talking about Zayn? I just want them to stop bringing up his name to me. It is disturbing. "We're not,” I utter and gulp down the milk then rinse off the remaining in the washing basin. I place back the cup from where I got it and start walking out of the kitchen. "Stay away from him," Mace says all of a sudden. I stop walking and wait for a minute, trying to let his word sink in. What does he mean by that? I start walking again without stopping. I've gotten enough. I'm tired of everyone trying to warn me as if I don't know. I know what this is. I know what I'm getting into and that is why I'm trying to stop this as soon as I can. I know this. Even his friend is warning me about him. Zayn is dangerou
Elsa Jameson:"When can I begin working, then?" I ask him a question as he works on preparing beverages for guests.I want to get to work right away. I need to be able to earn some money before the month is out because I don't have time."You just arrived, and since you'll only be working part-time, we haven't even discussed your remuneration yet." He says as he gives me two drinks in glasses. I take the glasses and walk over to the table, where I place the drink before returning to Carl."So, how much will you be paying me? I'll start working right now, so we must arrange everything." I answered. Carl sighed and set his palms on the table while maintaining a straight face."So, how much will you be paying me? I'll start working right now, so we must arrange everything." I answered. Carl sighed, put his hands on the table, and fixed his gaze on mine.Wow, what a handsome guy.He was almost the same height as Zayn at 6'3". His intensely blue eyes stared right into mine."Since there ar
I went to the pub after the Sunday service and got to work as needed. Carl has been kind to me; he taught me how to do things that I'm still unsure how to do, and he has answered all of my inquiries about the various drink brands. He was the nicest employer."Elsa, come over here." From behind the counter, he said to me. I approached him from behind the counter and gave him a nod.He handed me a drink and said, "Take this.""Why are you giving me booze to drink?" I asked as I looked up at him."It's not alcohol, I want you to be the first person to taste a new flavor that I'm attempting." I raised an eyebrow in response as I looked up at him.I took the glass from him and took a few moments to contemplate the milk-like beverage because I wasn't sure if he was testing me or not."Are you certain that this isn't alcohol? Is this a test for me? You must stop if this is a practical joke." I scowled as he flung back his head and burst out laughing.He grasped both of my shoulders, shocking
I was stunned, confused, and helpless. Everyone was staring at me waiting to see what I'll do next. I couldn't just leave your class so I stayed by first the board and try to keep myself calm.Just then the door was pushed open, and Zayn and his friends walk in."Don't react, don't say anything," Stephanie muttered.I wasn't planning on saying anything to him at the moment.Our history teacher walked in and I quickly brought out my book from my backpack."Hello students and good morning, today we are going to talk about the incident that shook up the United States of America and beyond, the 9/11 incident." She said.Oh, s***. How many times am I going to hear about this over and over again?It is lunch break and Stephanie already left with her boyfriend, I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door. It was just me in the class."What is wrong with you? did you see the picture?" A voice asked me. I screamed and jumped back in fright only to see Zayn sitting down leisurely on a chair,
Zayn's POV:I walk inside my gaming room and see Max and Jace sitting on the couch with their PS5 controller in their hands.I slouch beside Max and groan. I'm so fucking tired.Max glanced at me and threw my PS5 controller toward me. "What was that all about in school? Are you fucking Elsa?" He asks and I raise my eyebrows at him."What is that supposed to mean?" I question him."Nothing, just want to know if she's now part of the gang."Jace glanced at me as well, waiting for my response."She's just another girl that I want, nothing special," I mumble. I don't want them to think of anything else or even get ahead of themselves."So basically, you just want to fuck her?" Max inquires and I nod my head."And also keep her around for a while."I'm interested to see how it goes with her. Elsa is not like every other girl that I know. She is nothing like Jemima. The way she talks, act, and dress are completely different.I've never gone out with a middle-class girl like her before and I
Elsa Jameson:His smile scares me. The way he quietly stared at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him. He smirked and arched his eyebrow."How am I looking at you?" He questioned mockingly.I don't even know what to say to him. Zayn was built differently.A guy that can smile in a second and also frown in the next."It is late, why are you calling me by now?" I asked him. He shrugged casually, propping himself on one hand while staring at me. The soft glow from his nightstand lamp makes his face soften a bit.As I look at him I have a lot to say to him. A lot of things to ask him but I wasn't sure if I should go ahead with it."Say whatever you are thinking." He said to me, catching me off guard. I blushed and relaxed my head on my pillow."You can't sleep?" I asked him."Why can't I sleep?" He inquired. I don't know.I knew that his upcoming game is very important and I felt like he must be nervous about it. But at the end of the day, he is Shane Black's son. I've
11After school, I had to go to the swimming pool just like Zayn had requested. When I got there he was already waiting for me, the moment he saw me, he smiled and signaled with his hand for me to come to him. I walked up to him and wrapped his hand around my waist then pulled me close to himself.I gasped at the force he used in pulling me which made our bodies press against each other. My breast was pressed against his chest and my eyes wide opened and my mouth slightly opened in a gasp."Now, that's how you greet your man." He said and lowered his head then captured my mouth in a deep kiss. I was lost in his kiss so much that I didn't even know when a moan slipped out of my mouth. His hand on my waist moved down to my ass and he squeezed it.He sucked on my tongue and bit me on the tip. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck while his hand squeezed my ass.I didn't know which one to concentrate on. His kisses or his hand on my ass."I need you," He murmured. No, you don't