"X times 9840.89 divided by 243 equals.."
"5768?"
"Try again."
"-5768?"
"Good. X divided by the sum of 283 and 78."
"24," she replies easily. Her feet tap anxiously against the wooden floors-eyes trained on the window eagerly.
"Do you love him?" He asks,staring at Mariana who was staring at the window.
"No. I..I like you."
"I know. The question is how much."
"Zayn i can't just..leave him. He needs me and, as terrible as it sounds,I need the money." She says,walking back and forth from wall to wall,nervously. Zayn stands up,walking in front of her. His hands entwine with hers,and she let out a breathe she don't know she was holding. A weight suddenly lifted off her young shoulders.
"You don't need the money! You're so prodigious,Mariana. And extremely spoiled. All of this is just..luxury,not necessity."
"Zayn..please.." She whimpers as his lips inch towards hers. She wanted to kiss him but didn't want to initiated it.
"Fuck,Mariana,I think I love you."
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|1895 Z.M.|
FanfictionIn which he was her "once in a lifetime." "Guns had no effect,her love for him was bulletproof."
