Fatima thought life after Stanford would be hers to enjoy, until she's forced into an arranged marriage to save her family's legacy.
Zayn Caruso is everything she vowed to avoid: arrogant, ruthless, and the heir to a dangerous mafia empire. A billio...
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Zayn drove us to his house which was an hour and a half by the way. It was on the outskirts of the city. I was in the back seat with my earphones on, I didn't want him talking or starting a fight with me, I wasn't in the mood. I was scared of the guy. I had no idea what he was capable of and I certainly did not want him giving me ugly looks. He had an ugly stare, the kind that would make you pee on your pants. And knowing that I was going to be with him alone for six months, I was beyond scared but I was not going to give him that satisfaction.
I spotted a huge beautiful white mansion ahead of us as he drove. It was the most beautiful house I've ever seen in my life. I thought we were passing it, I froze in my seat when he drove towards the gate. It was his house. The gate opened and he drove in.
No fucking way....!
I exclaimed in my mind. My house was big and beautiful but it was nothing compared to that house. I was in heaven like literally. The front was an open space, white and spotless, there was also a bit of a green grass that was also spotless. He drove to the parking lot and I noticed his countless cars, not that many though, there were about seven or eight of them if I was counting correctly. He pulled up and looked at me.
"We're here." He told me.
"Okay." I forced a smile and got out of the car. I was no longer in the wedding gown, I was just in my blue jeans and a white tank top with white sneakers. I followed him inside since I had no luggage with me. Tyler was bringing my stuff later on with my car as well. We went inside and damn... wasn't it outstanding? The floor was shiny and beautiful. I looked around the living room, the black leather couches looked expensive with the small wide coffee table that had flowers on it. There was a flat screen TV on the wall. I continued looking around, there was a chandelier up in the middle of the white ceiling. His house wasn't exactly what I expected, I expected everything to be in a dark colour since he was a man but he proved me wrong.
He cleared his throat demanding my attention. I turned to him with a straight face and he spoke.
"Now let's lay down some ground rules."
"Go ahead." I said.
"Like I said, we're not sharing a room."
"And like I said, I would never share a room with you even if you were the last man available on this planet." I replied and he gave me an ugly stare which was enough to make me cringe. It suddenly became hot in that living room.
He came towards me slowly and stood in front of me so close that I was sure he was going to kiss me not that I'd let him though. His face few inches from mine, hovering over me, staring into my eyes like he was searching for something. I knew he wanted to intimidate me, he wanted me to show fear and give into his scary appearance. He had another thing coming. Even though I was scared to death, I wouldn't give him that satisfaction, I wouldn't give him power over me. I stood and stared back into his eyes, he was taller than me so my head was tilted backwards.
