HIGH

Chapter 36 Upset

                Zayn watched me as I grabbed the clothes off the bed then scurry to the bathroom. I was afraid he might make me change in front of him again if I wasn’t quick. It was so humiliating having to stand in plain sight with his hungry eyes following my body. I shuddered at the thought, dismissing it as quickly as it came.

The bathroom, of course, was stunning. Everything was a porcelain white color with off gray and green accent colors. There was a raised tub that over looked a window with a view of the backyard again. It looked big enough to hold at least three people. The shower was like a room itself with a shower head at the front and another at the center point on the ceiling. I stripped down out of Zayn’s clothes, except for the socks, and tossed them aside.

The pile of clothes I had grabbed off the bed included dark wash jeans and a black long sleeve shirt along with a bra and underwear. I didn’t want to know how he got them. I was just grateful for the change in clothing. I slid on the bra then pulled the long sleeve shirt over my head. I was surprised at how well it fit. Looking at myself in the mirror, I stared in disbelief. The fabric clung to every curve on my body creating the illusion that I was somewhat toned. I pulled on the jeans. A perfect fit as well.

I picked up Zayn’s discarded clothes and made my way out of the bathroom. Zayn was sat on the bed flipping through a book. He had changed as well- jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt.

“Where should I put these um, Sir?” I waited for him to turn around before moving any further.

Sure enough, Zayn stood up from the bed and stepped down the two stairs. I swear his eyes widened a bit when he looked at me.

“You can just toss them anywhere. I’ll get them later. We should go downstairs now.”

I gently placed the clothes in a pile on the ground then followed Zayn out of the bedroom. Instead of going down the stair case we came up we continued walking down the hallway then took a right, revealing a grand staircase. I stayed close behind Zayn until we got to the bottom. There was loud talking and mumbles coming from the living room. Before leading us into the room, Zayn whipped around grabbed both my wrists.

He pinned me against the wall at the end of the stair case. My eyes were wide in fear and I could feel heat rushing to my face. What had I done wrong? I called him Sir and followed his orders!

“Remember what I said, yeah? If this goes well you won’t even talk at all.”

“Yes, Sir.” I nodded.

I became increasingly aware of Zayn’s head nearing mine. I pushed myself farther into the wall in attempt to avoid his face any closer. Instead, his hot breath was tickling my ear and the fringe from his hair was lightly touching the side of my face.

“Good girl.” He whispered softly to me.

My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst through my chest.

His lips were suddenly pressed against the base of my neck then gone in an instant.

“Just please behave tonight.” His voice was strained with double meaning and I wanted so desperately to know why. He was warm as he lingered against me, our bodies close once more. I wanted him to stay there. He felt safe while wrapped around me. And everything about the situation should have scared me or even disgusted me but I wanted nothing more than him standing pressed against me.

This was unhealthy, it wasn’t right at all. I shouldn’t be thinking about this nor should he be invading my space like that. But then it ended too quickly.

His hands left mine and I was free. His took his respected amount of space from me then continued his way into the living room as if that didn’t even happen. And the feeling, craving I had for his touch was lost. Now even the mere thought of him being any closer repulsed me. His fucking mood swings were fucking with me. I was suffering because of his inability to remain stable. I had no choice but to follow him into the room. I didn’t want him cross with me and I definitely did not want to be humiliated in front of these strangers.