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
*ZAYN* "We are done Mr. Valentine" I heard those words escaping her lips full of anger and a hint of disgust. I should have felt something, anything but Alexis was nothing more than a mere distraction. A distraction that I couldn't escape from and it killed me. How can I escape her when she is on my own Damn mind.I walked to the door not caring to spare her another glance. The moment I touched the handle, my team rushed in the doorframe, entering the house quickly. Spreading across the living room, they examined the couches, the broken whiskey bottle, the dried blood that stained the marble floor. Lastly Alec walked into the kitchen, where Alexis was, and I heard a loud curse coming out of his lips. "Fuck" I mumbled under my breath and jogged to meet him. Slamming the door open, my breath heavier not knowing what to expect, I came across a rather entertaining yet unprecedented scenery. Alec standing against the wall, his back glued there and his eyes on Alexis. Next to his head a
"Come on Princess, I know you want it" The creep whispered, his lips touching my earlobe. I shivered in his touch, sobbing quietly. I tried to scream, to cry for help. Someone, anyone, please.... he covered my mouth with his hand. I shook my head strongly trying to get out off his grip on my face. He pushed me harder against the wall, my head was spinning as it came in contact with the concrete surface. "Don't make it worse than it has to be" He threatened and released his grip from my mouth, inserting two fingers in it. My heart was in my ears and I could hear her wanting to escape my chest. I could feel his hands on my thighs as he slapped my but-cheeks. I let out another sob, pleading him to stop. And then all I remember was my blood dripping down the floor....I jumped off my bed, sitting on the edge, sweat running down my forehead. My breathing was heavy and my eyes started watering. Hot tears running down my face, my hands clenched into fists. My nails digging deep into my pal
A warm cup of coffee in my hands was all I need to start this day. It meant the dawn of something new and really the past weeks have been draining on me. That kind of new start if you could call it that was relieving. Relieving as it can be when he wasn't haunting my every thought. But I did the right thing. And sometimes as much as it hurts or pains the right thing isn't always what we would like it to be. Zayn and I may be the same but at the same time we are complete opposites. I like keeping things clean and staying out of trouble and he.... He is trouble. I like a calm afternoon on myporch with a glass of wine with a book in my hand while he likes partying until the sun rises. I like stability and he throws me off my feet. The stranger that was sitting across was now currently at the bathroom and I was left looking out the window. Alone with my thoughts. The clouds were getting darker and I frowned upon the possibility of rain. I hated rain. Only thing it caused was chaos. Tra
"Miss Alessandro, you have a conference meeting in ten minutes with the legal team of Gucci." Samantha's voice echoed from the telephone machine as I was going through some of my upcoming cases and prioritizing them. "Thank you, Samantha. Tell Gabe to prepare the room and bring me a water" I ordered politely so that I wouldn't sound rude. I preferred to keep good relations with my employees. "Of course, Miss Alessandro" She replied and shortly I saw her walk by my office with Gabe to the conference room. I gathered the tones of papers from desk and put them into their file based on alphabetical line. I had all my clients sorted out like that. It helped me get through the waste of time that is searching things last minute. Placing them back on the selves, I fixed my black pencil skirt and reached for the Gucci folder. It wasn't the first time talking with their team. But from what I understood was that beside the inside team they searched for an outside lawyer to handle their public