Beat Still

Chapter 46: Beat Still

I don't know why, but Wattpad isn't letting me see who is voting or commenting at all. That is why I could not do a dedication last chapter, but I think that I fixed it. I'm sorry.

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*Zayn's Pov*

"Can I get you two anything else?" I glanced between the menu and the blueish-gray eyes of the blonde waitress.

"Just a bottle of water, please." I forced a quick smile before turning back to the woman in front of me.

"Actually," The pretty blonde stopped in her tracks to take her order,"I'll take the house salad with extra tomato, no cucumber, and dressing on the side. And the largest diet coke you could give me, with no ice...I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while." She lowered the menu and smirked.

"I thought you said this would be a quick meeting." I crossed my arms in annoyance.

"Well, I thought it would be...until I was updated on your recent exploits." She said slyly, to which I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you getting at?"

Playing coy may work for her usually, but it does not work with me. I like to get straight to the point. And I most certainly do not willingly choose to deal with bullshit.

But lately bullshit is all that my life has been. And I owe it all to the vindictive woman in front of me.

Well, that's not completely true. I owe a lot of it to myself also. I knew the plan. Get back in, relay information, fuck shit up, then get out.

But did she really expect me to follow the plan? First of all, I don't follow anyone's rules. Especially not from some jealous, lying tramp. Okay, it's not fair of me to call her a tramp. But jealous and vindictive liar are really good identifiers.

Second, she knows that I really do love Marcel despite everything. I did everything I did to protect him. Of course, there was something in it for me too, but still.

And lastly, I definitely don't like being told when I can and when I cannot do something. Zayn is his own man. Always has been, always will be. So even if I do love Marcel, that really has nothing to do with what we are about to discuss.

This was about getting what you want. And she and I each want a half of the same thing.

This was about ego. This was about manipulation. But mostly, this was about power and who had the most of it.

I'd like to say it was me, but I agreed to the stupid deal in the first place, even though I didn't want to. But I did have enough willpower to stop it. Or at least, I thought that I had.

"Obviously, I'm talking about your latest rendezvous with Marcel. We agreed that you were to leave a long time ago..." She trailed off as our drinks arrived.

I quickly thanked the waitress and untwisted the cap on my cold bottle of water.

"Listen, I told you I was done months ago." I wiped the remaining liquid off of my mouth with the back of my hand,"I did what you asked, now I'm out."

"And yet, you're sitting here with me." Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

I remained silent as I sipped from my water. She was right. She called, and I jumped. Right at Louis' door ready to pick her up. I was acting like a little bitch.

It reminded me of the day I met her. I acted the exact same way, and it sickens me.

"I heard once that it is impolite to stare darling." I practically jumped out of my skin as a tall brunette hovered over my shoulder.