Bribing Mr Vain Malik (ZMFF) (Completed)

Chapter 13 ~ News Headlines "Zayns New Girl"

The paper is on the table in the morning, I read the headlines, rubbing my eyes. “Zayn’s New Girl” it reads, I look at it again, same headlines, I rub my eyes a bit more. Make a coffee and sit down, I look at the headlines still the same headlines. I read the article.

Zayn Malik, of One Direction, the boy band traveling around, the band has been in New Zealand for the past week now, and its been confirmed that he has a special spot in his heart for a New Zealander, rumour has it that this special girl is called Tilly Von Van, an average girl, of eighteen. To Zayn she’s not an average girl, but slowly becoming a love in his heart, growing stronger and stronger. Rumour also has it that they met, when Tilly took a job being their personal assistant at the hotel which they are staying at. Things from there have started to get heated. They have been spotted on a date, Zayn was spotted at her home, arriving and leaving. We haven’t been able to speak with Zayn himself until now. This is what he has to say “Tilly is an amazing girl, I can’t believe I’ve met her, and she truly has touched my heart is some special ways, I tressure her, and I understand she has doubts about me, I mean she hasn’t had the greatest past life, but I bet I can make her future, bright and beautiful, that’s if she would like that, Tilly, I hope this is something that will register to you, I haven’t got it in blood but this is black and white, so believe it alright Love, cause I love you, you mean so much to me, all of this article is hundred per cent true, tip to toe” so we will have to keep an eye on this fast approaching romance between famous Zayn, and Tilly of New Zealand.

Then the doorbell rang, I jumped up and opened the door.  It wasn’t Zayn standing at my door, it was a past school boy, a boy from high school, a boy who I dated, a boy who played with me, my feelings, my head, my heart. I was tempted to slam the door.  But I didn’t I couldn’t he walked right in. “Hello Tilly” he said “Hello Jerome” I said “your beautiful” he says his eyes look me up and down “its been a long time” he says “Yes” I say “not long enough” “How you been getting on?” he asks, I close the front door “alright none of your business really” I say “why are you here?” I demand, he looks hurt “don’t be so horrible” he says “I’m just visiting an Ex, I do it all the time” he smiles “sure Jerome, anyway I’m busy, my boyfriend is coming around any moment” he smiles “Oh so a piece of trash finally got dated by some famous filth” he says. I look at him in disgrace, anger drips of me.

A/N:

I know this is an author note in the middle of a chapter, but this is a warning, the next part is going to get heated up, bit of swearing, and making out, bit of roughness, pressuring, and so on so to speak, you’ve been warned, so please read on if you can handle that. This part if for mature audiences 4 sure.

Plz at the end,

As always,

Comment, vote & enjoy

MJ~

“What’s wrong babe?” he asks, he comes over to me, and kisses me on the lips, a feeling a hidden feeling behind the kiss, I pull back “didn’t you just hear me mate” I say “my boyfriend is coming, over leave this minute” I demand “make me” he says, and I know he means it. He kisses me again, and pressuring kiss, “Jerome” I cry outraged “leave this instant, it was over between us, months ago” I say “sure, it was, you ended it, but now I’m going to end it, end it between your famous boyfriend, and you, end it between me, you’ll be sorry” I swallow, I know he means this. But what do I do? I can’t struggle, cause Jerome is violent, I can’t run cause Jerome will get angrier, I have no choice.

He kisses me as I stand paralysed to the floor, he kisses me again, and again, and my head spin, it rushes around. My heart beats frantically. “I never loved you” I tell him “I didn’t love you either” he tells me, and I know that’s true. He carries me to my bed. I kick, frantically at him “still got a temper, and some anger” he says and rests me on the bed.  He smiles at me “Jerome, what are you going to do?” I ask in a tiny whisper. He doesn’t answer, he just pressure kisses me, again and again. I know in my heart it’s wrong, I’m a girl loyal to the one I date, even when the date was no good. Like Jerome he cheated on me, not that our relationship was a proper one, but still he cheated. And I know what his plans are, try and get me to cheat, so that Zayn will break up, so I can go back to be depressed, alone, and hateful all the time.

“Jerome” I say angrily “I love Zayn, I am Zayn’s girl, get the fuck away from me” “Oh now a swearer too” he says he kisses me again, pushes me down, pressures me to take my clothes off, “not going to be a bad girl, hey, going to be a loyal sweet girl, hey, not a cheater, not a rebel anymore” he jokes, he kisses me again, and again, and I know I can’t allow it I know I can’t take it, but he pins me down. He undresses me himself, leaving me in my underwear, leaving him in his own underwear. He smiles, an evil smile. I want to punch him then, I want to swear at him, but my power, my inner strength has deserted me.

We get a bit a further, I struggle to stop him, we make out, well he makes out, that he’s cheating with me. I swear at him, I kick him, it doesn’t work. He kisses me, touches me in ways I wouldn’t allow, if I had a choice. The doorbell rings. Jerome stops. “Boyfriends here” he whispers, and laughs in my ear, I kick him hard in the gut, and he tumbles of me, I stand up, and try my hardest to tug on clothes quick. Jerome comes up to me, “that was foul play” he whispers to me so softly in my ear “two can play at that”. His wraps his arm around my waist, tightly, he strips me down, no underwear, I try my hardest to hide in shame. “Beautiful” he says.

The doorbell rings again.  He ignores, it, pins me down on the bed, now naked. “Tell me ya love me” he whispers in my ear, “I fucken don’t” I say angrily “oh, that gives me an idea” he says, he looks evilly at me.

The doorbell sounds again “better get that Love” he says, I think that he’ll let me up, but instead he holds me down, more, harder. He looks at my naked body, admiring, liking the look on my face, the shame, the embarrassment I feel. He has a bit of fun, for a few more moments, touching me up a bit. And then sighs, lets me up, he carries me to the front door, me still in the nude and opens the door for me and stands behind me still in his boxer shorts

I stand at the front door in the nude. Zayn is at the front door. Eyes bulging open “Tilly” he says “what an earth?” he comes in, and see’s Jerome, Zayn went crazy. Jerome played it well “Oh Tilly you said you were single” he says, I just cry, “what the fuck are you doing here?”  Zayn demands at Jerome “oh didn’t you know, I payed Tilly” he says “I pay for her everyday” Zayns swallows; I look down to the floor, in disgrace, pity, shame. I can’t met his eyes, I can’t look at him.

Zayn marches out, Jerome tenderly kisses me on the lips , gets dressed and leaves to. I stand in shame in the nude.