A whole week had passed and I must say Brandon and I have gotten closer. We texted and he called me once that surprised me yet I adored his spontaneousness. He asked me to escort to the Black&White anniversary as his date and he boasted about how his connections would get us a private room just for us. Even though I had seconds thoughts about it, due to Zayn mumbling words inside my head, I decided that I needed to move on.That fling with Mr. Valentine was not going anywhere and since he proved that he didn't care I couldn't be stuck on him. Because when you care of losing someone you give them a call, send them a message, or after you were the reason they were shot you worry about their condition. But none of these were the case. And I hadn't planned anything for my Saturday night. My thigh was healing but I still couldn't run or train with my dad as much as I wanted too. My father told me that he would tie me in a chair if I didn't rest but I guess I was never the obeying type. Bu
*Zayn* I ran behind her car until the exit of the parking but to no result. I couldn't manage to get her to stop. And why would she? I didn't know how to feel only that I was angry at myself. And yet I knew that even if a chance would be given to me to redo it, I would remain the same fucking asshole. I stopped at the entrance of the La Plaza hotel, my heart pounding against my chest and my breathing still rapid from my previous movement. For a moment I just observed the highway in front of me wishing, hoping that I would see her car turning back. Smelling myself I realized I reeked alcohol and that I was almost half-naked as my shirt was barely hanging off my torso. I gathered myself and buttoned it up. Entering the hotel, I looked for Marina. She was working front office at the reception and we were acquaintances. She had helped me over the years with my balls hosting and my party planning when my bar or their hotel was the choice made for the celebrations to take place. And I nee
Waking up the next day, I made it all about me. I had booked a hairdresser, a nails artist, make up artist and a stylist for tonight's event. If I'm going to an anniversary well I must make it memorable. Me without turning heads was not in my vocabulary nor grammar complex. Of course more beautiful women such as models would be present but an appearance only turns the head it doesn't make it stay turned. I jumped off my bed and today I was feeling exceptionally excited. Beside the fact that I would get laid after a whole month. Yes nearly a whole month had passed from the incident and the cancel of the contract with Zayn. Even though we hadn't officially unsigned due to his technical difficulties, last night pushed him further away from me. And as the distance grew, the easiest was for me to make it through my days without thinking of him. While brushing my teeth I might have taken the toughest decisions and deepened incredibly my thoughts. I shook off the bad vibes lurking around th
I didn't expect to see her out of anyone else tonight. The minute she entered the club, I sensed her presence. She turned heads and understandably depending on how she looks. In her diamond dress, she looked like a fallen star, like a goddess, like the goddess of Night. From her hair to her toes she was absolute perfection. Her glossy pouty lips twitching to a shining smile, lit up the room and her swaying hips filled the room with whispers. The delicacy of her moves and the way she enchanted every male in the room, left me speechless. All I could do so lean to a wall hoping my knees wouldn't wobble at her glare. Our eyes met and I witnessed her trying to hide her surprise but then realizing that I was the owner of the club which left her only quite annoyed at my presence. She exhaled sharply at my smirk as her eyes trailed down my body. She examined every bit of me, taking in my features, memorizing them. We played a wicked game with our eyes and no words need to be said to g
The night had spread her wings upon New York and for some reason I had never seen such beautiful night before. Leaving my own party when it had just started didn't surprise anyone. it wasn't the first time I acted irrationally. But then I am the boss so... Who is going to scowl me for doing so?I thanked everyone from coming and said good bye to some of my mafia allies to show the they were getting the special treatment they deserved. My heart was pounding against my chest and excitement had filled my lungs and warmed my soul. I was like a kid waiting for the ice cream van. Waiting so I can get a taste of that ice cream, I craved for. And God knows how much I wanted to lick it... My mind got dirtier by the second as I observed her sitting by Brandon's side and whispering things to his ear making him laugh. But even when her lips where touching his earlobe, her eyes were on me. Our glares sharing the dirtiest of messages among the dancing crowd. Once she leaned to his ear and r
*Alexis* Covering myself with this tiny little black robe was a challenge to say the least. I sat on the passenger's seat, legs closed, hands on myself and starring out the window. I was drained from our previous activities and didn't have the courage to play with him more at the moment. Tilting my head back on the seat, I felt my eyelids getting heavier. And then after some minutes everything went dark.... An hour and more may have passed because when I slightly opened my eyes, the sky was black as a crow. And the night breeze was carelessly attacking my skin, making me shiver a bit. It took some time to regain my consciousness and realize that I was being carried. Not wanting him to know I was awake, I didn't move and closed my eyes, pretending I was still asleep. His breathing was calm and his heartbeat was a lullaby. I heard some of his men, talking to him but he immediately shut them off and proceeded on walking. From what I heard, we entered an elevator. Probably to go to his
*Zayn* Her body was the sea and I wanted to be lost in it. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. I wrapped my hands around her waist, her hands remaining on my neck as the water fell on us. I stroke her hair back before pulling her in for a kiss. And this time it was different, she felt it too. The kiss was passionate yet gentle. Our tongues not fighting for dominance but completing each other movements in perfect harmony. Our breaths blending together and our bodies following. Picking her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Not breaking the kiss, I pinned her to the wall and she arched her back as her skin touched the cold marble wall. Running my hand on her thigh, she left a moan in my mouth. Spreading her legs a little more, I gently went all in. She moaned harder this time breaking the kiss and tilting her head back, giving me access to her neck. I kissed her roughly, sucking her as she ran her hands through my hair. I marked her neck and then moved to her breast, thru
*Alexis* This weekend with Zayn had been absolutely great. After our interesting night at his shower, we fell asleep cuddling while talking about past sexual experiences. Sunday, Zayn decided to go big as he took me out for dinner on his yatch. It was extremely romantic and we both laughed about how this was not us. Cheesy and clingy like the movies. We dined with the stars keeping us company and then fucked on every single spot on the yacht until morning. On the porch, the captain wheel, the bedroom. Everywhere we looked memories of a steamy night filled our minds. We couldn't get enough of each other. My legs were exhausted and I could nearly walk the next day. Monday came and I skipped work to gather myself and return back to my apartment. Zayn insisted that I stay but he would be in his office all day dealing with the Mexicans so it wouldn't make a change. Of course I didn't tell him that, even though we'd have to talk about it. I added to the talking-to-do list which consisted of