More Than Love

Chapter 6

I end up in the bed of Zane. And, you know, it was fine and all. He went down on me but failed miserably in making me come. Then when we had sex I got on top. Because that is the only way that sometimes I succeed in finishing. But he could not do it. And the worst thing was that it took him like twenty minutes to finish so by the time he was done I was exhausted.

However I was not exhausted enough to spend the night at his house. I never stay over.

It is past 4 am as I step in the elevator of his apartment building. Someone on a higher floor has pushed the button also so the elevator goes up to the twenty-second floor before it goes down. Who the hell is awake at this hour?

I am in a complete shock when the door opens and there is a brown-haired guy with a black on black suit walking into the elevator. He was looking at his phone so he didn't see me at first but when he goes to press the button he looks up.

A smirk decorates his face as he takes me in. Messy hair and a boy t-shirt on. I've got a lot of t-shirts from a lot of different men lying around in my room. I almost always take one. The idea of having to put on that tiny dress just doesn't seem very comfortable.

'Looks like your night ended well.' He says, that stupid smirk still on his face.

I lift my shoulders. 'It did, actually. Except for the fact that I am now in an elevator with a very annoying guy.' I roll my eyes at him and take my phone out of my pocket. My face turns in horror when I see I have five missed calls and three texts from Anita.

Shit, shit, shit. Before I even read the text I try to call her back. Liam is looking at his phone but I feel that from the corner of his eye he is observing me.

Luckily Anita picks up. I was a little scared she wouldn't considering the time. 'Joy, I've been trying to reach you all evening.'

'Yes, I'm sorry. I was at a party and I totally forgot to check my phone.' I quickly apologize. The elevator has almost reached the ground floor as I panic and ask her the question. 'What happened? Something happened to her?'

'Well... not to her. Her adoptive mother came by today to inform that her grandmother had passed away.' She explains. I calm down now that I know Sara is not hurt, not physically at least. 'Apparently Sara and her grandmother where very close and she is devastated.'

My heart sinks to my stomach. The elevator has stopped and I walk out, with Liam right behind me. 'O my god. Thank you so much for telling me. Could you please call when she attends school again? Tell me how she is feeling?' I ask her.

'Of course sweety.' I hang up the phone and walk into the parking lot. It is then when I remember that I do not have a car and that I came walking with Zane.

I think of calling a cab for a second but then I see a text from Sally on my phone.

Got a guy over. So if you don't want to hear us you should probs stay with that hottie tonight 😉

I sigh when I overthink my options. Liam has just stepped into his car and I can hear the engine starting when I have made my decision.

I put my phone back in my pocket and run to Liam's car. I walk to the driver's side and motion for him to lower the window. He rolls his eyes and looks very annoyed but he does open the window.

'So, here's the thing.' I start, trying to ignore the fact that he looks like he could end my life at any moment. 'I can't stay at my dorm tonight and I have no one to drive me. Can you please let me stay over at your house?'

'What good would that do me, little girl?' He asks me, his tone is making me heat up all over.

'Well, you would be helping your friend's sister. And it would be the nice thing to do.'

He lets out a small chuckle. 'If you think I care one bit about doing the nice thing you are severely mistaking.' He lets a small pause before he continues. 'You can get in... but I'll want something in return.'

Now it is my turn to roll my eyes. 'What do you want?'

'I want a favour.' He says then. 'What kind of favour that will be has yet to be determined.' He definitely sees me thinking this over. A favour could literally be anything what if it is something sexual. Well, looking at him, that would probably not even be the worst scenario.

So after one more glance at him I walk around the car and slide in the passenger's seat. He doesn't look at me before he turns on the radio and starts driving. I'm surprised to hear that he listens to one of my favourite bands.

I start softly singing along with the lines and I can feel his eyes on my. But I decide to ignore it and simply go along with singing to one of my favourite songs.

The whole drive he doesn't say one word to me. His silence continue al the way until we're in the house and I walk behind him on the stairs. When he has reached the top he looks down at me and says. 'You're not sleeping in Zane's shirt. So you better take that off.' He gestures to the oversized shirt that I took from Zane. It is all I'm wearing but Zane was a huge guy and it reaches till inches over my butt. 'Get one from Flynn or something.'

'What does it matter?' I reach the top of the stairs too and stand in front of him. 'And by the way. Flynn is probably sleeping and I'm not going to wake him for a stupid shirt.'

'Okey, that's your choice. But you are not sleeping in his shirt in my house.' He says on a stubborn tone. What is wrong with this man. How does he know Zane anyways? And what was he doing in an apartment building when he lives in a fucking villa? Maybe he had a lover there too. The idea kind of creeps me out.

'Jesus, fine. Give me one of your shirts then.' I don't know why he is being so fucking difficult for literally no reason.

He rolls his eyes and leaves into what I assume is his room. Seconds late he comes back with an all-black t-shirt. He throws it at me and I easily catch. Right after, he disappears in his room.

I walk into the guestroom I slept last time. The room looks the same, but the blankets are messy and there are clothes lying on the chair in the corner. When I take a look I find girl clothes. And when I say girl, I mean, little girl. It is a very small pair of jeans with a pretty pink sweater.

Why the hell? I remind myself to ask Flynn about it tomorrow. If I see him in the morning, that is.

I put on Liam's stupid shirt and I smell the strong sent of his detergent. The shirt is about the same size as the one I had gotten from Zane. And despite I don't like it that Liam controls what I am wearing I don't complain, it is very comfy. The I throw myself on the bed and set an alarm on my phone. My alarm is going off at seven thirty. That means I can have three hours of sleep. Great.