Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

48.

I was avoiding and trying to find Zayn at the same time.

All day he had ignored me every time I was in his presence or when I was near him.

I didn't want to approach him first but it was hard for me to pretend like I didn't want to talk to him at all.

Slave owners and slaves were still staying in the mansion after last night, maybe stretching their welcome a little too far, but Yaser was always open to new comers I've noticed.

Farah was still here and as much as I hated her, she was another person I was ignoring today.

I had passed her a few times today and every time I did, I made sure to send her a glare.

I had seen Zayn with her a few times and each time he had noticed me, he had made sure to make their pairing noticeable for me.

He wanted to make sure I seen them together. He wanted to pull the jealousy game again.

I didn't want to fall. After being forced to watch him fuck Sabina in front of me, im not sure if I'll ever want to experience anything as close to that.

When I passed Farah again, Zayn was with her and as usual, he ignored me like I was another stranger.

I shouldn't be surprised but I wanted to speak to him before I leave. I want everything to be okay.

I don't want to leave and ask myself what if every day till I get over him.

But even though he's giving me the impression that he's ignoring me, he shifts closer to her and I know that's a meaning of causing unneeded jealousy.

I ignore it just as well as he's ignoring me but my eyes slip back to him and I see his lips brushing against her jawline as he whispers something in her ear. The gesture is far too intimate to be considered friendly.

Farah smirks before narrowing her gaze at me.

"You should have disciplined her more." I hear Farah say, loud enough so I could hear.

I roll my eyes and narrow them at her before continuing off.

Zayn gazes at me next before shrugging.

"We all have our failures." Zayn says smugly.

I frown and shake my head before walking back to the both of them.

Each time I had passed Him and Farah, I felt like they were talking about me.

Zayn was hurting and he wasn't one to address a problem. He usually stopped a problem by creating another problem and I wanted to stop this before more problems started to happen.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" I scowl at Farah or the both of them. I'm really not sure which one I'm approaching.

She blinks at me, one of surprise mockery as she clutched her chest. My blood boils even more.

"My, I wouldn't use such a tone. You're just a slave, honey." Farah chuckles darkly before the amusement immediately falls off her face.

"Get out of my site, whore." She scowls.

With the flash back of her slap early last night, I step forward and slap her hard.

She gales at me before her gaze darkens in pure hot anger.

"Speak for yourself bitch." I scowl.

Zayn immediately stands in confusion before pulling a gaping Farah away from me.

"What the hell?!" Zayn spits.

I shake my head at him before walking away but he stops me.

"You can't just slap a slave owner and get away with it?!" Zayn says sternly as he keeps Farah behind his back.