Zayn
My morning isn't fucking good neither was last night. Nat has been hitting me up with texts to meet her and I have no interest in that needy skank. She can go fuck her herself or better yet run straight into a wall. Why can't these sluts take a hint?
The only time I had a smile on my face was when I got Stella's texts. I wish I could call her to hear her voice before bed but that would be too forward and it's not like we're dating, we're just hooking up or maybe not even that yet. Then I had my emotional awakening, fucking me up totally.
Hate and lust fill me at the prospect of seeing her again as I park my car outside her apartment building, shooting her a text.
ZAYN- I'm outside
STEL- Be down in a minute
I would happily wait an hour if that means she'll bless me with a fuck. In exactly a minute, Stella appears from the gates of the complex, looking fucking beautiful as ever. It was hard to hate her. I could eat her up right now, she looked so kissable and fuckable in those shorts of hers.
Her twinkling eyes meet mine as she reaches for the door handle, passing me a short smile.
"Morning" My voice comes out a little hoarse from looking at her.
"Morning" Stella says without sparing at me a glance as she adjusts herself in the car seat.
"What's wrong? You didn't block me last night." I keep the mood playful since that's my goal, to play with Stella and her lips. Whatever she gives me to play with. I wanted to fuck her. That's all.
"I will be sure to block you once I get to my car." She finally looks at me with a darkness. Anger completely surfaces on her face. She looks like she could kill me. Fucking woman, with daggers for eyes. Can't lie, her anger is cute but so much hotter than her normal self. I shoot my arms up in defence.
"What'd I do?" Clueless to the sudden shift in her mood, I play it cool.
"You seriously have the audacity to say that?" She glares at me like I'm a fucking fool, which I am. Only because she makes me.
"But I did nothing. I thought you liked your gift." My eyes spring out with uncertainty.
"Why don't we ask Natasha too. Let's see what you got her as a gift?" I'm stunned by her statement. How does she know about Natasha? Why does she even care? It's not I've done anything with her since I've met Stella.
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Stella
The look in Zayn's eyes says a lot. He is guilty, he knows I know and he can't help it. What a joke. The sickening feeling of what he was going to say to me hits me. I'm dreading the answer. I can't have him kiss or better yet fuck another girl while he kissed me like it was his last day on earth, only yesterday. And by the looks of it he Natasha does seem to mean something to him.
His hand reaches for my thigh, he gently massages it. "Stella, it's not what you think." He gives me an innocent eye which I ignore.
"My foot. You fucked her." I scream at him, casting an allegation.
"Not when I was with you. I fucking swear it." He delivers conviction and determination. Is he telling me the truth?
"How do I believe you?" Because I'm really having a hard time here.
"Trust me." He says it like it is so simple when it is not. To him it may be normal, fucking with different girls at the same time but to me it means a whole other level of disrespect.
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Romance"I hate you." I scream in his face, not realizing that he has me backed up against a wall, only inches away from me. "I hate you." I whisper again, my breathing heavier and my drained feeble body aching with desire. His proximity is killing me and...
