Chapter 4: Cherié?

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Liz's POV:
I woke up first and saw that we were laying in the same position as last night. Then I just realized what I've done. Wtf!?!! What have I done. Now I'll never leave! Oh God Elizabeth, what have you done? I tried getting out of his grip but no use. I struggled again, but this time waking him up.
"Good morning princess." He said stretching and
grunting.
"Morning." I replied back still in my thoughts. Until I realised I'm still on top of him. I got up quickly so I can take a shower but aswell realized I don't have clothes. What am I gonna wear?

He saw my expression.
"What's wrong cherié?"
He had a smirk on his face looking me up and down then I realized...I was naked!?!! I immediately tried to cover myself with my hands, but no use.
"I've already seen you naked cherié. No need to hide." I gave him a wtf look and the dude just laughed.
"I'm glad I amuse you." Note the sarcasm.
"Last night you were screaming my name and now?" He said.
"Well..I hope you enjoy disappointment." I replied
"You're quite feisty." He said amused. I just rolled my eyes as I turned around to take a shower. I got inside locked the door and turned on the shower and walked inside. I sighed in satisfaction as the warm water drops on my skin. I washed myself up and I forgot to put a shower cap on. I'm a black woman. Of course I'm gonna cover my hair. Even if I did braids, I have to cover it. I washed myself quickly not to get my hair too wet and got out. I wrapped a towel around my body and dried my hair with another one and walked out.

As I got out I saw him laying in bed on his back while on his phone. He look at me and walked closer to me. I backed away, but NO the wall decided it wanted to be my enemy. He caged me between his arms. There was only little space between us. He stepped closer to close up that space. He leaned in to the side of my face and whispered in my ear.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I was confused.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"I just wanted to make sure you are okay after last night." He said.
"I'm fine...just a little pain in-between my legs that's all." I replied. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. Reminder. I don't know him!?!! Though here I am hugging him back.
"I've never felt this way in a while." He said breaking my heart.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"Let's just say life wasn't on my side until you came in." He said. Honesty in his voice.
"But you don't know me. How?" I said confused.
"I don't know. I've never felt this way for anyone before." He said breaking the hug making me miss his cold hands around me and his warm pressed on mine.
"I just wanted you to know that u would never hurt you. Ever. Okay?" He said suddenly.
"Okay." I replied which came out as a sigh.
"What am I gonna wear? I don't have any clothes." I said.
"Don't worry. I asked one of my workers to bring new clothes for you in a couple of minutes." He said. Oh that's why he was on his phone.
"Okay" was all I said. He then pecked my forehead before walking into the bathroom. For a second I forgot that he's a MAFIA. Damn my heart.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door getting me out of my thoughts. I walked towards it and opened it. I saw man holding a bunch of plastic bags in his hands.
"Here are your clothes miss." He said.
"Oh. Thank you sir." I said giving him a small smile. He gave me a bow and walked away. Then a maid came up to me.
"Good morning miss. I've had been given orders to pack clothes in the closet for you." She said.
"Good morning. There's no need. I'll do it myself." I replied. She looked shocked.
"But miss--." She stopped as I interrupted.
"Don't worry about him. I'll handle it. Thank you anyway." I said. She bowed and walked away. I set the clothes on the bed and looked for an outfit. Imma admit. This guy has good taste.

 This guy has good taste

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I chose this outfit. It's cute and it's in my favourite colour. I went into the walk in closet and moisturised my body and searched for undergarments in the shopping bags and luckily I found em. They were very sexy. I wore those and wore my clothes aswell. I was sorting out my clothes and suddenly I heard the bathroom door open. Zayn walked up to me only covering his bottom half with a towel. His hair was wet and his 8 pack clearly, very clearly visible. His muscles flexing with his every movement. I had to look up at him because I was 5'6 and mah dude was 6ft somethin'. He looked down at me with a blank face and asked.
"Why are you doing this by yourself? I asked someone else to do this for you. You go relax." He said.
"No, don't worry. I sent them away I can do this be myself. I'm not 5." I replied.
"Alright. I gotta get dressed. I'm gonna work home so I can keep an eye on you." He said.
"You think I'm still gonna run away?" I asked.
"You never know cherié." He replied with a husky voice.
"You look really good. Black suits you very well." He complimented. I couldn't help but blush. C'mon the Zayn Xavier Carbone complimented me. No one gets that from a ruthless killer.
"Uhm. Thank you?" Came out more of a question. He kissed the back of my hand.
"Only for you my cherié." He said. I walked out if the closet and gave him his privacy as he changed. He soon came out wearing a suit. I wasn't surprised.

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