*Alexis*The moment when I thought history was to repeat herself. The moment where all the walls I had built and all the memories I had tried to block, became one hell of a train wreck. The moment I felt his hands rubbing my inner thighs moving to my ladyhood, I heard a gunshot. Elijah fell on the floor, blood running from his head. That's when I felt the drops of blood that stained my face. Some of them running down my cheeks like tears. I just stood there in complete shock. My head was a bit dizzy and my heart pounded hard against my chest. I wanted to cry but I couldn't, so I stood there looking the life draining off the body before me. "Princess" I heard him. He was standing at the door with a gun in his hand. Dropping my eyes to it, I felt a shiver down my spine. He noticed my attention on his gun and he threw it away knowing that it scared me. "Princess, are you okay?" He approached me, he was worried I wouldn't talk. He hadn't got used to me not talking back. I just stood ther
*Alexis*The sweat running down my face, the heat spreading across my body with every punch. I punched hard the bag in front of me causing to move quickly. Before it could recover from the punch I gave, I was going for another. I was absorbed by my thoughts and my feelings. Well, one feeling, anger. I was angry. I was furious. How could I let this happen to me again? How could I have cried in front of him? Why did I show weakness? He must think I'm some pathetic little girl who can't defend herself and awaits for her prince in shinning armor. Damn it, Alexis! I thought you were strong but the minute your guards lowered you run into his hug. Maybe he doesn't think you're pathetic for sure, but I do. I hit the punching hardest than ever before as this thoughts clouded my head. It fell on the ground making an echoing noise which everyone noticed. I stood there, everybody looking at me. My dad approached me. He came in for a hug but I stopped him and exited the gym. I started running dow
*Alexis*The ride was silent. I had questions about the where and why but I didn't bother asking him. Looking out the window I distracted myself. The tall skyscrapers dancing with the orange and red colours of the sunset. Sunset in New York was breathtaking. Even though that took away some of my frustration, I was still nervous for some bizarre reason and that caused to let out sigh. The moment the breath left my mouth, I felt those blue orbes on me again. They were trying to trace any kind of unpleasant emotion so that they would pose the right question. Examining me for a while, the car got slower. He placed a hand on my thigh which dropped immediately my glare on him and let me know that we had arrived. Before standing imposingly it was a massive building. It must had like over 60 floors as my eyes never made out the top of it. I turned to him with a questioning glare. He was waiting this kind of reaction. "Welcome, to my home" He pointed at the top of the building. A penthouse,
*Zayn*Seeing walking to the elevator, I knew I had fucked this whole meeting up. Even though, the best thing I could have done was to let her leave, I was too selfish. I wanted her to open up to me, I wanted her to trust me, I wanted her to see me differently. Pushing the button of the elevator, she waited for the doors to open. As she boarded, I realized she wouldn't think it twice and change her mind so I went after her. Her eyes were close and she was facing the elevator mirror, knowing she couldn't deal with me now. After she took some deep breaths she proceeded to see why the elevator wasn't moving. Turning around, her eyes wide open this time, she starred at me and took a step back. Her eyes were starting to tear up. I could see the pain behind those beautiful eyes. Taking a step back, she rested her head on the mirror leaning back. Her neck exposed, I felt the urge to come closer. "Please, Zayn...." She muttered her voice nearly escaping her mouth. We didn't exchange much w
Where the fuck...? What happened? Oh shit!We fucked. Well far better than talking about my mental problems which I have no intentions explaining. Opening my eyes, I observed the room around me. My clothes were on the floor. Bra on the nightstand and panties..... Where the fuck are my panties? I gently looked under the covers only to find nothing. Turning to his side I saw him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, calm and harmless. Nothing like him. That's when I saw it. My panties were hanging off the light. Entangled in those crystals. How the fuck? Did this become a fucking circus? My memories were still blur but I could sense that what had happened here was extremely inappropriate but so lustful. I stood up reaching for it quietly. The best thing right now was to get the hell out of here and to arrive at court in time. Right! I had court today in one hour. Splendid! Grabbing my belongings I exited the bedroom and locked the door. He has a phone let him call someone to open the doo
I unlocked the door before he could reach me and entered the house. My house was a representative of who I was. Chic, classy, elegant and sophisticated yet mysterious and spicy in all the right spots. I didn't need someone let along a man to tell what I already knew. I threw my keys on the kitchen's counter and went for my living room. Ignoring him completely, I took off my heels and placed them carefully beside the couch. Once I reached the couch, I reached for my whiskey bottle and two glasses. I turned to him and he nodded affirmatively. Pouring the liquid into the glass with my one hand, I let my hair down with the other. When I looked him over my shoulder, he was already smirking at me. Drinking in all my features.Taking his hands out of his pockets, he sat closely to me. With a slight smile, I moved away a bit and before he could say anything nasty, perverted or sexual, I shoved his drink on his hand. He chuckled, taking a sip. "I almost missed a trial today" I said, gettin l
Sleeping in his hands, cuddling with him on the floor with nothing but a blanket was something I haven't done in a longtime since my last relationship. It didn't end well and I promised myself I wouldn't do that shit anymore. But Zayn resurrected a part of myself that I had long thought it was dead. My romantic hopelessness side which was the least to say annoying. I couldn't let him know though. Not yet. Not when I didn't know if he wasn't going to leave....His hand caressing gently my arm and his fingers drawing sketches on my skin, I left out a sigh. His hand stopped and wrapped around my waist. I knew he had heard me when his other hand touched my chin. He raised it so that his eyes can meet mine. Those beautiful blue ocean eyes that had me speechless every time. He placed a kiss on my forehead and leaned back, trying to fall asleep. I curled onto his chest and hugged himtightly. Again resulting in being intoxicated by his perfume. This smell was mysterious and calming like the
And I was back to that shithole that I used to call home before we moved to New York with my dad. The memories flooded my mind and roaming through them I didn't find one just one memory that wasn't filled with pain. Good or bad, my heart ached remembering the pathetic little girl I was. Hanging on everyone's but mine. That's how my mother molded me. I loved her unconditionally for trying to protect me from the world and hated her whole-heartedly for the same reason. And there I was... Crying on the couch of our living in my black dress. I was only a kid and I had no mother. My mother was now laying six feet under the ground. And I cried my eyes out. I cried until the pain from my heart was replaced with an unbearable lack of sleep and a headache which caused me to faint in the middle of the living room. Seeing my childish body lying on the floor, I knew this wasn't real. But how did I get here...I can't remember... I tried opening my eyes to shut those memories away, I tried to h