// 50 shades of black // zjm

Part 12

"cute" Zayn applauds whilst laughing and I wish it was fake but of course this crazy bastard somehow manages to genuinely laugh right now. In this situation.

I put my clothes back on. Alexander isn't surprised anymore. "What do you want?" He asks smoothly. "You fucked her?" Zayn asks. Alexander grins, charismatically composing himself "Yea I fucked her, slow .. raw, I fucked her right there on that couch" Alexander points towards the couch and zayn meets my eyes. I look away and he takes his attention back to Alexander."if you don't want your perfect little nose broken I suggest you stop talking" Zayn warns him. But Alexander is brave. "She was so wet"

I hide my face.

Zayn launches towards him but I run to stop them both.

"She probably faked an orgasm, she only cums for me and me only, get your fucking stuff Vienna" Zayn orders nudging me on. I don't move.

"I flew God knows how many hours from bloody Belgium to come pick you up, you know why? I remembered you always wanted to go to Brazil, I remembered! we're going to Brazil baby get your shit" he changes to the sweet Zayn that I love and I'm almost convinced.

"Vienna! Get your shit before i kill him" he yells.

"Someone's in a funny mood" Alexander laughs. I don't laugh because I know Zayn can snap when least expected.

"You're too late mate" Alexander cheerfully announces grabbing for a wine bottle.

"We were just on our way to Dubai actually" he adds.

I interrupt "No, you and Jennifer were" I let Alexander know that I haven't forgotten about his girlfriend.

"You want to go to Dubai? We can move to fucking dubai if you want, go get your shit Vienna" Zayn begs.

Alexander watches me as does Zayn waiting for me to say something.

"Alexander, I'll be back I promise" Alexander gives me a long look of disappointment and I hide my face in shame. He reaches for his keys and sighs deeply, fixing his tie in the process "She won't be back" Zayn says quickly.

"Have fun in Dubai with your girlfriend" I tell Alexander before grabbing satan's hand.

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"We're stopping at a hotel, we'll stay there for the night " Zayn says.

I can't bring myself to talk to him. I look out of the window as he rolls a joint. Why can't he be like Alexander. He would never even think of smoking this childish shit in a car.

"Are you listening?" He asks me. I nod my head and he grabs my waist. Pulling me closer to him.

"When we get to the hotel I want to wash you from head to toe, the only marks that will be left on your body should be from me" Zayn whispers in my ear lighting his joint. I push him away and he laughs, as if this is all a joke.

"Did you enjoy rolling around with a man like that?" Zayn asks.

His questions always humor me. He's a walking contradiction.

"As opposed to what? A fame washed sociopath?" I fake chuckle.

"A fame washed sociopath who fucks you like no other" he says. I ignore him.

"What part of Brazil are we going to? Rio?" I ask a little excited. Taking a drag from his joint, he ignores my question.

"What part of-" he interrupts me "Change of plans" he snaps.

"What"

"We're going to Dubai" Zayn relishes the word. With a hint of scheme in his stare.

"So this is what you pick me up for? Revenge? You're using me to get back at him" I scoff.