"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.

Zayn Malik is ready to make life miserable for Syreena, ready to throw bombs that will inflict pain, and ready to get his bittersweet revenge on her. And Syreena is ready for this battle, ready to hold her ground, and ready to rip Zayn Malik apart. Both want their revenge, instead this game of theirs turns out to be a cocktail of hatred, jealousy, lust, obsession, addiction, family, and love. And who said love was easy when in truth, it’s the biggest bitch of all. Sequel to Malik’s Stripper.