[COMPLETED]
❝Of all the races I've started, loving him is the one I never want to finish.❞
In this re-imagination of my most popular story, Arielle Hawthorne is an illegal street racer, just like Zayn Malik. Zayn's egotistical, flirty, and a major p...
"When he tells her he loves her, it's not out of habit. He says it to remind her that she's the best thing that will ever happen to him." — Unknown
A/N:
hello! 👋🏼 is anyone still here? probably not. but anyways, if someone does happen to be here ily and I have a long chapter ahead, with possibly another (shorter one) on the way if you leave enough comments!
don't forget to make a guess as to what you think will happen in this chapter according to the name of it!!
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Z A Y N
"Merry Christmas, my love."
Those were the first words I spoke to Arielle this morning. I woke up satisfied—warm, well rested, and happy with my crotch nestled into Arielle's ass.
Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
And now, we've gathered in the living room while Chase is still sleeping so that we can open one another's presents. I'm excited, to say the least, but more so to see her reaction to some of the things I've gotten for her.
I wait nervously as she begins to shred the paper from the first gift. However, she pauses when she realizes I'm not touching what she's given me and she questions it, "Aren't you opening yours?"
"You first," I encourage with a soft smile.
The gift she grabbed has the most mature things that I've decided to gift her. Items that make me rather glad that Chase isn't awake yet because he'd probably tease her to no end. Not that she would have any shame about it, but I want these gifts to be between the two of us.
As she pulls away the tissue paper, she finds lingerie I bought for her. It's red—my favourite colour against her tanned skin—and two separate pieces. There's a see-through bra with velvety soft hearts and a bow placed delicately in between the cups. The knickers match the bra, with the bow placed above the ass along the waistband that the skirt and thong share. It also came with a matching choker and stockings that I nearly ripped a hole in when I was trying to wrap it.
Arielle can't hide the smile from stretching across her full lips, not even when she bites down on her lower lip in a failed attempt to cease it. "If Chase wasn't sleeping on the other side of that wall, this would already be on my body."
