Chapter 3

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~~Sava's POV~~

As soon as Zayn got home from wherever he went off to, he automatically did a house check to see if I did my chores and see that I did them correctly just to his liking. I guess I did everything right because he just went to the kitchen and sat on of the islands chair's. As silence came over us I was about to ask him what he would like for dinner but he beat me to it.

"Do you feel like cooking today?"

"Not really.."

"Well then order take out. I'm feeling Chinese, you?"

"Yeah sure sounds good."

"You know what I like, I'm going to go take a shower. If he comes before I get out just give him the money I leave you and don't look at him," He got closer to me. "Don't talk to him," Closer. "And don't think about leaving or flirting." His toned chest was pressed against mine as I was leaning on the counter top. He gently pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. He gave me a peck on my still slightly bruised cheek and then on my lips. "Nice covering it up." He was referring to my bruise because he instantly brushed the back of his hand against it softly.

He walked away taking his shirt off as he walked. It's obvious that I stared because I mean who wouldn't? His tanned tone muscles shined when the light reflected off of them. Then I saw something that sent me back. He had a bruise and a couple scratches on his back. I wouldn't have a clue from what, but the bruise looked like it hurt like hell. Believe me I know a lot more about bruises then the normal human should. I don't know where he was or how he got it but, I know that what ever he did to get like that wasn't good. And those scratches weren't as if someone scratched him it was like when you scrape you knee on cement. What the hell happened?

I went to go see how much money he left and it was just 100. Your probably thinking, 'Just 100 for take out!?'. Well Zayn was very wealthy, which explains the sound proof walls, high top security system, expensive clothing, all his watches to match all his shoes, and the fact that he had this house built in the middle of a forest. He even had a pool and hot tub installed in our backyard. He only wanted the best of the best. He was the boss of his own company. He was all over the magazines and news as the youngest man to have his own company. He never really liked all the attention. He was very shy believe it or not. I will never understand why. With his face, charms, and great accomplishments he never bragged about it.

I went back to the kitchen to get the menu. I can't believe he actually asked me what I wanted and how I felt about dinner. He doesn't really do that. I made sure that the bruise was still covered perfectly before the delivery guy could come. I ordered all the food making sure to keep it strictly to what he wanted and I just got a little something for myself. I ordered from the only Chinese food place that understood how impatient Zayn was, The Great Wall. Although they were expensive, they were the only people that we ordered from and when they told me that they are sending me a new delivery guy because all the regulars where out, I just hoped this kid knew where he was going.

Sooner rather than later, there was a knock on the door. I got up with the money made sure my shorts weren't too high and I pulled my long hair out of it's bun and let it cascade how my back and over my shoulders. Since I was wearing a muscle shirt I didn't want to much skin to show so that's what I usually did. I went to answer the door and get the food as quickly as possible. When I opened the door there stood a boy about my age holding the bags of my food.

"That will be-hey your the girl! The girl that I gave my number to at the store!" he said all too loudly.

"There's a boor bell ring it next time." Was all I told him when I grabbed my food I set it on the floor and gave him the money. He grabbed my wrist when I handed him the money I looked him in the eyes. Gosh be had beautiful bright green eyes! What, no I need to stop. "Take the money and leave. Please." I saw the twinkle in his eye disappear within seconds. His grasp on my hand went loose and he grabbed the money.

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