The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter V

Nicole's P.O.V.

After another 10 minutes in the car we pulled up to this humongous building, almost a coliseum. It stood with tall and majestically with large white columns that held a white overhang. Wide stairs led up to wide glass doors. Zayn got out of the car and walked over to my door and opened it for me.

"Now here no one knows who we are so we don't have to act married." He whispered to me as I rose up out of the car and walked past him.

"Good." I teased and smiled at him. He looked hurt, but only for a second when it was taken over with a little smirk. Zayn handed the keys to the valet guy. We walked up the stairs and Zayn opened the door for me. For some reason whenever he does things for me, like hold open the doors and walks arm and arm with me, I feel special or like I'm some sort of queen. The atmosphere in the ancient coliseum was completely different then it was just out outside. It felt more fun yet elegant.

"Wow." I whispered to myself.

"I know." Zayn whispered back. A waiter in a black vest, white dress shirt, and a black bow tie walked up to us and began speaking in a Russian tone.

"Wine?" He asked. I looked at Zayn and he reached for two glasses that were on the tray he was holding. Zayn handed me one and thanked the waiter. He walked away and I took a sip. It was strong and tart, but the after taste was sweet, I liked it.

"Mmmm." I hummed. I heard Zayn giggle and I swatted his arm.

"So where is that one guy?" I asked whilst taking another sip from the skinny wine glass.

"That one guy?" Zayn asked giving me a weird look.

"Ugh! Mr. Stiminov." I stated.

"I haven't seen him yet. I'll let you know if I see him." He explained and I nodded my head in understanding.

"What does he look like anyway?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Here." He handed me his phone and on the screen was a picture of a middle-aged man who was tall and covered in muscles. His hair was shaved and a dark brown color and he had blue eyes. I studied the picture, trying to seer the image into my brain.

"OK thanks." I saw looking away from the phone. We stood off to the side of the party for a while trying to search for our target, but had no luck.

"We are never going to find him." Zayn mumbled in anger. I was drinking another glass of wine, trying to figure out how to find this Stiminov guy. I took a sip of the wine and I almost choked on it when I had the best idea. Zayn looked at me with concern as I slightly choked on the wine.

"Are you okay?" He asked while placing his hand on my back. I nodded my head, unable to speak because I was trying to catch my breath. Once I caught my breath I handed Zayn my glass and walked out to the middle of the floor where everyone was dancing. I felt Zayn grip my wrist and tug on it.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"Just watch." I teased as I yanked my hand away from him and continued my venture to the dance floor. A sort-of upbeat song was playing and I let go. I had a slight buzz from all the wine I drank so I danced and didn't care what people thought. I continued to dance and sway my hips the music and I could feel eyes on me. I looked over to where Zayn and I were standing and he was staring back at me with wide eyes. I smiled at him, ran my fingers through my hair, closed my eyes, and swayed my hips some more. After only a couple minutes, I felt hands grip tightly onto my hips. I jumped at the sudden contact, but continued to dance. His grip tighten as he grinded on me and I did too. I felt his member harden as we continued to grind.

"You are beautiful." He whispered in my ear in a Russian Language. I smiled and turned around and I was shocked that my plan worked.

"Thanks!" I yelled over others conversations and the loud music.

"Let me buy you a drink." He suggested and I agreed. We walked over to the mini bar that Zayn and I were standing next to. "Two shots of vodka!" He shouted. The bartender handed two shots to him and he continued our conversation.

"I'm Erik, Erik Stiminov." He introduced. I shook his hand and introduced myself.

"I'm Jessie!" I smiled. We sat at the bar stools, I was facing Erik whilst Erik had his back to Zayn who was leaning against the bar. Zayn gave me an impressed look and I nodded my head after we Erik and I took our shots.

"That's a lovely name." He said and kissed the top of my hand. I smiled, blushed purposely, and thanked him. He talked about his life and what he does for a living. He ordered more shots, but I would pour them into the person sitting next to me's glass. He was as drunk as hell and I only had a buzz which was exactly what I wanted.

"So you sell cars?" I asked crossing a leg over the other so my dress would pull up and show some skin. He noticed and stared at my now showing legs. I noticed him gulp and he nodded his head. "What kind of cars?" I asked seductively while rubbing my foot against his leg.

"Cars like Bugatti's and other sports cars." He stated. "The ones that go fast." He said as if I don't know anything about cars.

"Oh cool. Can I see one of them? Did you bring one with you tonight?" I asked while licking my lips.

"Actually I did. I brought my black Ferrari with me tonight." He explained with a smirk.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked with a giggle. He linked arms with me and we walked out of the coliseum and waited for the valet guy to bring out the car. I heard and engine roaring and I turned to see a black Ferrari 458. It was so cool! the engine sounded like breeze drifting by.

"Let's take a ride." Erik suggested while squeezing my backside, but I didn't care. I was about to ride in a Ferrari for the first time. Erik opened the door for me and I got in. Then he got in and setup his mirrors. "Damn valet! Always messing up my mirrors." He cursed to himself aloud. I ignored him and admired the interior. I ran my fingers over the black leather seats and smiled. "Like it?" He asked. I nodded my head and noticed that we haven't moved yet.

"Were you planning on going somewhere?" I asked crossing one leg over the other again. He scanned my body with longing eyes.

"Yeah. Was there somewhere special that you wanted to go?" He asked. I sat there and placed a finger on my chin to indicate my thinking. I looked up, but could still tell that he was eyeing me.

"How about you take me to where you sell or make the cars," I paused, leaned in, and whispered in his ear "I think guys with cool cars are a major turn on." His eyes went wide. His jaw dropped.

"Well I-I have a-a lot-t of c-cool cars!" He stuttered with a smile. He put his seat belt on and took off. Being in that Ferrari was amazing! I was getting a little cold because I left my coat with Zayn- oh no Zayn! I left him there! Hopefully he saw me leave. I winder if he's following us? I thought. When I looked out the window and saw a pair of familiar headlights I knew he was following us. I smiled at my realization and I guess Erik noticed. "What's so funny?" He asked. I shot my head to face him scared I had gotten Zayn caught.

"Nothing it's just I think you're kind-of cute and I can't believe I'm in this amazing car with you." I lied.

"Well I think you're cute too." He admitted. "We're almost there." He told me as we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse.