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Zoey's POV 6 months later "Thank you," Taking the glass out of Alex's hand, I examine the cold beverage. The water on the outside that runs down my bare hand sends a shiver up my spine. It is weird how she still sticks with me after all these months, after I straight up lied to her face for so long. She was the only one who actually reached out to me after though. I explained everything and we both agreed to forget about it. I haven’t seen her brother since that night, which is not really much of a surprise since he clearly disapproved of my pregnancy. He doesn’t care about the baby. He only sends handsome loads of money, along with the full ten million dollars I was promised, but I refuse to accept anything from him. He needs to learn that money can't fix everything. "It's the pasteurized stuff." She gives me a reassuring smile. Plopping back down on the lounge chair, she swirl in her own drink. "I made sure of it." I smile softly, thanking her again. I am just hyper conscious o
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Xavier’s POVDubbed.Ah, such an outdated phrase. Outdated, like the fucktards who run these fucking media conglomerates! Unfortunately, smear campaigns and clickbait headlines have replaced a balanced media perspective. Whatever nonsense the trash tabloids are running this week is diametrically opposed to me. I understand though. Life is a big social hierarchy: the higher you climb, the more you’re respected, adored, and hailed as a fucking hero. Believe me when I say I’ll do whatever it takes, legally, to keep those scumbags from climbing that damn ladder with my name on their backs. I’m a rich bastard who does not give two fucks about who I have to hurt in the process.Gagging noises interrupt the mushed thoughts racing through my mind. I look down, my gaze diverted from a nearby rooftop, to see a skimpy-clad woman sucking spittle from the tip of my dick.How is this bitch still here?! I cal
Zoey’s POV The second hand tattered couch hiss underneath my weight as I shuffle around on it trying to find a more comfortable position to lay in. I should already be fast asleep, preparing for what will probably be a hectic day tomorrow but, somehow, three whole hours later, I’m up watching Young and Hungryand eating pizza. Speaking of pizza. I lean in closer to the coffee table to grab a cheesy slice from the small plastic dish. Devouring half of it, I sink back on the couch with the other piece nestling between my crumpy fingers. Yum. “Zee, did you borrow the curling iron again?” The light from the television illuminates the slim figure of my housemate, who is frantically scouring the cluttered surfaces on her way over to the couch. “I can’t find it anywhere.” Now that she’s standing fully in the kitchen light, I can make out the detailed bodycon dress she has on. That
Xavier’s POVI crashed onto the living room couch half an hour later, dressed in a fresh white tee and a pair of cargo pants. I’m currently watching the rerun of last night’s football game while clutching a half-eaten deli ham sandwich in one hand and the television remote in the other. I just sent Ms. Marian home and gave her the morning and afternoon off, so the place is unusually quiet. So damn quiet.I barely ever let my staff over on this side anyway, except to clean and use the kitchen. By now I would usually be balls deep in some bitch but I have to admit the silence is more comforting. I’ll just continue watching this game until I have to get my ass up to go to Ace’s.××××××××I lean back in the leather seat of my SUV, taking in the blurry nightlife of downtown Seattle. Dave, my personal driver, is the man behind the steering wheel tonight—
Zoey's POV Istumbleoutofthebathroom,trying my best not to gag from the foul odour that follows us outside. Trailing behind an exhilarated Katherine I try to catch my breath as we head through the dense crowd of boisterous patrons once more. Dread wash over me as we near the overcrowded bar again, the raw stench of strong alcohol waft to my nose causing me to scrunch up my face in pure disgust. It is my first time being in a local nightclub. Well, second if you count getting body slammed at the door a few weeks ago. Mimicking Kat I plop down on an unoccupied stool, wanting to be anywhere else. The scent of burning cigarettes grows stagnant in the already polluted air making my head feel woozy. Cl
Xavier's POV I cross my hand across my chest watching the woman stumble to the threshold of the entrance blindly grabbing onto shit on her way there. She's beyond wasted. Casting my eyes to the filthy club floor, I twist my lips contemplating whether or not to actually go after this girl. She herself said she is fine, even flat out refusing my help. Fuck it. She clearly has her wires crossed, that girl is drunk out of her mind. One too many people in this city prey on such vulnerability. I leap to my feet from the overused tacky couch, hoping to catch up with her outside, compl
Zoey's POV "What are you thinking about? Hope it's not anything bad about me." The man's voice crept into my thoughts, yanking me back to reality. I've only known this guy for what couple hours, and I already feel like I've read a whole damn biography about him. Urggggg! I look up from the crowded streets of Seattle just in time to catch a glimpse of his trademark smirk. "Nope. I'm just wondering how the hell so much ego and narcissism can exist solely in just one person "I try to respond with a witty remark. Shaking my head, I turn back to face the window. "Mhm. Can I see you again? Perhaps tomorrow?"