CHAPTER SIX

ZAYN

That's it. I'm done here. I've had enough nemesis for one night.

I alighted the car and rounded to her side, pulling the door open. I didn't care whatever happened from here on out. All I knew was I was leaving her here to her own fate.

“Hey! Out!”

“Hmmm?” She breathed, tilting her head my way.

“Get the fuck out of my car!” I reached for her arm, trying to pull her out.

“Please come back… I miss you…mum,” she whispered, her head falling but I caught it with my palm. I stopped at the spot, listening to what she murmured, my stomach dropping at those words.

Was I really about to abandon her in this place and in her most vulnerable state?

I rubbed my palms on my face in frustration. As much as I willed to be done with her, I couldn't bring myself to drop her off here.

I adjusted her head properly against the head rest and closed the door, thinking of what to do with her while I paced back and forth the side of the car.

A motel. That's right, I'd just drop her off at a motel.

With that plan in mind, I hurriedly got into the car and started the ignition but suddenly felt it might not be safe for her.

Motels this part of town weren't exactly safe, especially not for someone this drunk.

Just how much exactly did she have to drink?

A hotel was clearly out of the option. Didn't want to drag attention to myself.

This was a fucking terrible idea. I knew it the moment it crossed my mind yet I found myself driving towards my penthouse.

I entered through the underground packing lot, they were practically empty by this time of the night so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me.

I cursed as I took one last look at my messed up car. She was definitely going to hear it from me once she sobered up.

I got around to her side, opening the door and effortlessly scooping her into my arms. She weighed lighter than a feather.

I walked through the private elevator that led straight up to the top floor where my penthouse was. She stirred in my arm and I feared she was about to throw up again before she nuzzled closer to my chest.

The elevator doors dinged before sliding open and I made my way inside, the sensor lights automatically turning on.

I headed straight to my bedroom, dropping her onto my bed. I had a spare room here but it wasn't furnished. I didn't see a need for that since I never had anyone over.

“My poor bed,” I groaned. She reeked of alcohol and vomit with makeup smeared across her face, staining my white pillowcase.

I grabbed a washcloth from my bathroom and tried to clean some of the makeup and drool from her face and neck, watching the color return to her face while she innocently pouted her lips in her sleep.

I took off her heels and paused for a bit, noticing how tight and probably uncomfortable the dress might be on her but I knew better than to attempt to change her. I decided to let her sleep in her own clothes. I'd done enough already and I didn't want to do anything that'd backfire at me.

“That's enough for one night,” I heaved a sigh of relief, going to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I threw the clothes I had on in the trash, changing into a fresh pair of shorts, not bothering to put on any shirt.

I plopped down on the bed beside her. Ain't no one making me uncomfortable on a couch in my own place but as a scout's honour, I used a pillow to create a barricade between the both of us before laying on my back.

First was my hoodie, and then my fucking car and now my bed. This girl was invading my space and it agitated the hell out of me.

She had a lot of apologizing to do tomorrow.