One shots

Forbidden - Zendaya's Games | One Shots

I slowly lick my bottom lip, looking over the rim of my glass. I see the way he studies me; hungry eyes, unspoken promises. When you look like me, the world lays itself at your feet.

I play with the edge of my dress, just enough to draw the right kind of attention. I don't need to do much. Men are simple. You let them believe they're the ones in control, while you're just the piece slipping through their fingers.

A guy with messy hair and a cocky smile leans toward me.

- You coming with me?

I tilt my head back and laugh softly.

- Depends. How good are you at playing the game?

I don't wait for an answer. I stand up, take his hand, and lead him outside, leaving behind jealous stares and whispered gossip.

No rules. Just night, desire, and a game I always win.

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Zendaya doesn't believe in attachments. Life's too short to get lost in empty promises and romantic illusions. Every night, she picks who she wants, when she wants, without ever looking back. The boys adore her, the girls envy her, and she... she just has fun.