Alia's POV:
I sighed and rolled my eyes softly as I heard my mother once again scolding me for having a bad posture in this situation. I looked into her eyes once to see her glaring into me as if that would make me feel any better I hated being here as much as she hated how I acted right now if not more. All of this could have been avoided if she just told me why we were here instead of making wear a fancy ass dress and physically dragging me here. I, however, couldn't say a thing as she continued talking about something that didn't interest me.
I rolled my eyes again when her whole demeanor changed and she put on the biggest smile I've seen in a while and got up. She tapped my arm twice as a sign for me to get up as well and I only did so when she gave my a look that resembled a threat.
As soon as I got up, I felt like a character of some cheesy novel where two characters meet eyes and everything freezes. And hell did the world freeze when my eyes met the eyes of an angel. He was just walking through behind the waitress who was guiding him through the restaurant. He still stood out even when walking through many rich, beautiful people.
His olive, sun kissed and clear skin were perfect and matched him so well. His hair has some blond streaks to it that made it even more attractive. It was styled up professionally but it was still somehow naturally messy. His eyes that held so many unsolved mysteries. His eyes were dark with power and made any one who becomes a victim of them look down as they would feel intimidated. But it also made you feel like you are being judged. His long dark eyelashes that made his eyes even more appealing. My eyes went lower to his lips that almost look like they are naturally fall into a smirk; a knowing smirk that made one think he is making fun of them but at the same time like he knows something one doesn't. His jawline only helped enhance his face. It was the kind where one wants to crease and feel. He had a stubble beard covering his jaw. The way he walked was screaming confidence and power. He made people move out of the way and do things for him just by a look from him and that only helped feed his stance.
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Step-daddy? (Zayn Malik)
Fanfiction"Are you good at keeping secrets, baby?"He asked "Yeah, why?" I replied confused "Let's see how good you are at keeping this then" he huskily whispered before attacking my lips