Zayn Malik, leader of a gang that works with the mafia.
Mila West, a regular girl that is at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Violence
Drugs
Mature content
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Madison Beer as Mila West My publishing schedule is going to be on sunday/monday every week. (Or try to) _______
When I woke up the next day, I felt something throbbing inside my head and I let out a groan. The pleasure of drinking turns into pain the next day.
The aftermath of getting drunk, the pure punishment. I sat up in the bed and stroked my hands over my face. I squeezed my eyes before I opened them, seeing a little fog as I was not clearly woken up yet.
I got confused as I saw a tattooed arm in my lap and my eyes followed the arm to the body that is laying in a peaceful slumber beside me. I widened my eyes slightly, who the fuck was that? And what is he doing in my bed?
Did I get laid? Where is Benny?
I quietly removed the arm to not wake him up. I somehow had put on an oversized t-shirt, but my underwear was still on the floor, as same as his. So, I guess Mila West got fucking laid.
Who would have thought that huh? Not me at least.
I scanned around my bedroom to find my phone, but then I headed over to the living room, seeing it laying on the carpet.
I picked it up and saw 10 missed calls and 5 messages from Benny. And then an unknown number, signing themselves as Niqll.
Who the fuck is Niqll?
I opened up my phone and quickly found Benny's number and pushed call, on the second ring he answered.
"Fucking finally! I tried to contact you last night you fucking bitch. Where did you go off?" he nearly shouted into the phone and I had to take it away from my ear a little.
"Fucking hell Benny, you don't have to yell at me god damn it."
"Sorry sorry," he sighs in apology and I heard some shuffling in the background. "Why did you leave the club so early?"
I bit my lip nervously.
"I have a guy in my bed, " I answered and it was silent for a while before he started laughing.
"Did Mila fucking West get laid?! Holy shit I did not see this day coming." I snorted at his comment and rolled my eyes as I went over to the kitchen. I placed the phone on the counter and put him on speaker as I got a glass from the cupboard.
"Who is it? How was he? Was he big?" I gulped before I took a sip of the water.
"It was Zayn," I confirmed and another long pause of silence.
"Zayn?" he repeated. "Zayn? Holy fucking shit Mils, I heard he is fucking good in bed." I shook my head with a smile and as I put my lips around the glass I heard another faint voice in the background.
"Who is fucking good in bed? It better be me you are talking about Benjamin."
That voice sounded oddly familiar, it was Irish too. I gasped as I realized who it was.
