[COMPLETED]
❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞
Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an...
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➳ ZAYN'S POV
"Babygirl, please," I say arrogantly, raising my eyebrows. I put my arms into my tuxedo coat, pulling it onto my shoulders, doing up the top button on my shirt and grabbing my bowtie. As I wrap it around my neck, Arielle fixes the hem of her dress, straightening it out. She looks at herself in the mirror and I admire the way she glances at the flushed complexion of her skin. She has that obvious freshly fucked, post-orgasm face and when she makes eye contact with me, I wet my lips.
"Here, let me." She says as she realizes that I'm struggling to do up my own tie. She takes a few steps forward and delicately grabs the bow between her fingers, tying it effortlessly in a matter of a few seconds.
When she's done, she pats my chest, "There, done." Her lips curl into a smile and when she reaches for my hand, I clam up. Something about it feels too intimate—it's something I'm not accustomed to—and so, our fingertips brush against one another as I pass her by to reach for the door handle.
I turn to face Arielle, who's standing there, absentmindedly picking at the skin around her nails. "Looks like the coast is clear," I assure her after peeking through a crack in the door. She doesn't look up at me, or say anything, she simply approaches me and steps around my body.
I hurt her feelings, didn't I? I swallow a lump that's formed in my throat. One that irritates and confuses the fuck out of me.
We both exit the bathroom without catching people's attention, but she turns to walk away from me. I grab her arm lightly, "Where are you going, babygirl?" It's obvious she's upset with me, but I'm too much of a coward to say anything about it.
She doesn't meet my eyes, staring at my tie, "Getting a drink." I stand there and observe her as she saunters over to the bar. I get lost in watching her for a moment, until I hear someone clearing their throat behind me.
Turning, my eyes find Langley and annoyance seeps into my veins.
"Langley, what the fuck are you doing here?" My voice is low as I scan the crowd suspiciously, spotting Arielle across the room now holding her drink.
"I think you know what I'm doing here Zayn," he says, stoic as always. He's always done well at hiding his amusement, but I know he's secretly pleased about the fact that he's interfering with my personal life. He's such an asshole.
I shuffle and run my hands through my hair. "Sullivan needs you to deliver." He speaks it as if he's informing me of something new. As if I could ever forget. As if I've ever not delivered. Fucking dickhead.
"Tell Sullivan that it's coming, I'm just a little behind schedule," I growl in a warning tone. How dare he come here now and do this? He's Sullivan's fucking lackey and this is so not cool.
