FOUR

Elsa

I don't think I heard him well.

I'm not sure if I hear him at all.

But the way he is looking at me as if he is waiting for my response makes my head dizzy.

"Be mine," he repeated himself.

Should I cry or laugh? Nothing like that comes to mind as I stare at him.

Zayn Black, my best friend's brother wants me to be his slut. As in, his whore.

I feel shame wash over me. 

Is that all he sees me as? Some girl he can have to satisfy his sex craves?

I blink my eyes and glare at him. "I am not a slut, Zayn. I'm your sister's best friend."

He stares at me as if I am speaking a foreign language.

He chuckles as he drags the back of his hand leisurely down my left cheek.

"Why? You are not anybody's slut but mine. You don't have a choice, Elsa Jameson." He smiles and rubs the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. "I want you."

He slips his finger inside my mouth and I do well by closing my teeth on it. His face contorts and I fear that he will also me but he didn't instead his grin widens as he watch me.

"I like it. It makes me more eager to tame you, Elsa." 

I release his finger and press my lips against each other.

I should be careful with Zayn. He's not the kind of guy I can hide from but he's also not a guy I should be seen with.

I can't allow that to happen.

Slut? Pfft. 

Keep wishing.

I try to climb down from the counter but he holds me up as he places his hands on both sides of my waist.

His fingers twirl the band of my bikini pants and my heart thumps against my chest.

What is he going to do? I don't trust him. He is wild, rough. Everything that I'm not. He can't be trusted.

Suddenly he pushes my bikini to the side, baring my coochie to him.

I gasp and try to cover myself with my hand but he holds my hand captive.

"Hmmm." He mutters and smiles. "I like this. Clean and fresh."

I feel mortified by his words. They were cruel. 

" Stop this nonsense, Zayn. Someone might walk in." I snarl but it wasn't working either.

He dips his finger inside me and my eyes widen. What…. What?

He removes his finger from my hot channel and brings it close to his nose.

"You act like you're not interested but you're soak for me, Elsa." He whispers and dips his finger inside his mouth, making a show of leaking it to my detriment.

He steps back from me and stares up at me. 

"You're mine, Elsa. Don't even try to run. I know how you taste now and I won't stop until I get a fill of you." He remarks. 

I watch him as he walks out of the kitchen and I place my hand on my chest.

I didn't sign up for this when I decide to come here.

I'm not ready for the trouble called Zayn Black.

"Where were you," Steph asks me immediately after she sees me walking up to her. She hands me a glass of champagne and I take it from her and then sip on it. I need to call myself down.

"I was in the kitchen, drinking," I reply and give the glass back to her then dive inside the pool.

I need to relish myself from the thought of him. I need to get his scent away from me.

***

Since I emerged from her closet Stephanie has been staring at me, watching me as if she can tell what is going through my mind.

"Stay away from him, he doesn't love you, he just wants to use you." She utters and I blink, I raise my eyes to hers and cock my head to the side then raise my eyebrows.

"I don't understand what you're saying." 

She let out a sigh and grab my hands.

" No matter what he says to you don't listen. I have eyes, Elsa. You haven't been yourself since Zayn claimed you at the pool party." 

She knows.

She sees how to rattle I am by him.

"What do I do?" I ask.

Stephanie let go of my hand and stand up from the edge of the bed. she walks towards her window and peered out of the night.

"Zayn doesn't do relationships. He fucks of course. He has many play things and trusts me he's just trying to make you one of them." She stated and turn back to face me. " Be careful with him."

I nod my head. 

How do I avoid him? How do I calm my racing heart?

How do I stop my body from dancing to his tunes?

I lay down on the bed, confused and helpless.

The house is calm now. No loud music, no noise from teenagers having fun, it's just me, Stephanie and Zayn, and his friends in this huge mansion.

It has been a long day and I'm tired, I close my eyes and allow myself to be overtaken by sleep.

I wake up to pitch darkness. I search for my phone in the nightstand drawer and grab it immediately after my hand touch it. I switch it on and sigh. I am glad it's still late at night. Just 2:45 a.m

Stephanie is sleeping peacefully beside me, hugging her doll tightly to herself.

I climb down from the bed and walk towards the door. I unlock it and step out to the hallway.

The hallway is so dark that I can barely see. I switch on my flashlight and start walking down the hallway. 

I climb down the grand stairs and walk towards the massive kitchen. I went to the fridge and grab a glass cup and a can of condensed milk then pour for myself.

I turn around to sit down but stop at the sight of Mace, one of Zayn's friends.

"What are you doing?"