xvii

319 15 0
                                    

Zayn's pov.

"Don't fucking call me that!" I heard her scream.

I was officially done with her.

She's so raving.

How could I possibly think I have feelings for her?

I don't.

And never will.

I felt bad for her, so, I decided to be nice and let her go.

I turned back around and unlocked the door that lead to the cellars.

"I'm going to let you go" I told her, while unlocking her cage.

She just looked at me with envy in her eyes.

As soon as I opened the cage, she sprinted off.

Shit.

"Ivory! Get back here, before I punish you even worse" I yelled out, hoping she'll hear me.

As soon as I said that, she appeared at the door.

"Okay, fine" she finally surrendered.

That's what I thought.

"Follow me" I told her as I grabbed her hand.

"I think I can walk on my own" she said while squirming through my grip.

I let her hand go and we soon enough, got in our destination, which was her room.

We soon, got her all dressed in her dress that I forced her to wear.

I always get what I want.

We soon, made it to the ballroom and I decided to dance with her.

"Will you come dance with me, baby?" I asked her politely.

She shrugged, but finally surrendered to my words.

We began dancing a slow song, which was even better.

As soon as the song was done, she went off somewhere, and I of course sat on the stage in my golden chair.

Like the ruler I am.

As soon as I sat on the chair a man came up the stage rambling about shit that doesn't matter.

"I present you, Prince Zayn Malik" everyone started applauding.

"I also would like to present you, these lovely four girls" as soon as he said that, all four girls that I was supposedly going to marry, appeared.

They all sat two in two on each side of me.

They didn't catch my attention of course, but I would sleep with them, if that was even possible to achieve.

Of course it was.

My eyes landed on Ivory, from what it seemed it looks like she had a bottle of something on her hand.

Probably liquor, she was chugging it while making eye contact with me.

As soon as I got my eyes off of her, she was already up on the stage.

Oh no.

Magisterial • z.m.Where stories live. Discover now