Magisterial • z.m.

xiv

Zayn's pov.

We went downstairs hand and hand, to eat dinner.

As soon as we got there, there were eyes all on us.

Mother cleared her throat, which made it even more uncomfortable.

"Yes?" I finally said, getting exasperate.

"Excuse me?" Said mother, I assumed I was being rude.

"My apologies mother" I excused my self.

"Why won't you sit with your.." She trailed off.

"My slave?" I said, finishing her sentence.

"Ah, yes" she said, giving Ivory a sympathetic look.

The vibe of the room began to feel unpleasant.

I looked at my side, where Ivory was sitting.

She even looked unpleased.

So I then, excuse myself from the dinner table and went straight to my office to get my shit together.

I went inside my office and sat down in my rolling chair.

I began to ponder about my feelings towards Ivory.

What did I feel about her?

How did I feel about her?

My feelings were scattered all over the place.

I couldn't figure out how I felt about her.

Did I have feelings for her?

I have no fucking idea.

I decided to leave the topic behind and concentrate on my other important stuff.

I barley remembered that I had to get ready for the big ball for my birthday.

I quickly get up and go to my actual room, which I then, go to my big closet.

I tried to figure out what to wear, with all these designer clothes there was no ending to.

I pick one that I've never worn before, it was simple, well to me it was.

I change into my outfit and go downstairs once again, to be there when the guest start coming in.

As I make my way downstairs, I see Ivory coming up.

"Where are you going?" I ask her, to only get pushed out of her way.

I quickly grab her arm and bring her to my chest, which then, leaves no space between us.

"What? I'm your slave anyways, so treat me how ever the fuck you want" she says furiously.

"Ivory it's not what you thoug-" I say midway until she interrupts me.

"No, it is what I thought it was. I don't even know why the fuck I'm trying to be nice to you"

"Ivory-"

"Just shut up! Just shut up, Zayn!" She says as she somehow untangled from my grip.

I'll have to figure out sooner or later what I feel about her.