Semua Bab Guilty : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Leaving her at the hotel wasn't so gentleman of me but I couldn't possibly take her with me to the headquarters. She would ask questions which I had no intention of answering. A note was the best idea I conceived at the time so I went with it. Of course I had my doubts about her calling me that's why I left one the reception employers in charge of the situation. I told him that I don't care if he chases her, ties her, tickles her, whatever it takes. I needed to hear her voice after what we shared earlier. I needed to hear her gentle insults about my businesses and her curious tone to know more about them. It has been almost three hours since I left the hotel and I had absolutely no missed phone calls, texts messages even notifications from the receptionist. I started checking my phone nervously every two minutes, not paying any attention to the current meeting unfolding before my eyes. Alec coughed catching my attention and raised his eyebrow questioning my behavior. I nodded him tha

*Alexis*Getting out of the limo was a long journey. Reporters all around the entrance following my bodyguards asking them about my work while I tried to rush Samantha into the building who was blown away by the luxury and fame. Walking quickly into the building, the reporters were put down by the security of the building. Entering the building, we made our way to the elevator so that we reach the rooftop bar where the feast was hosted. As we waited for the elevator, I felt pairs of eyes stuck at the back of my head. It was true what I was wearing was the least to say provocative as it was so tight I didn't wear a bra and the only thing that could match the texture was black lacy thong. The bodysuit hugging my curves and complimenting them caused a friction between some bachelors down the lobby. Turning slightly around just so I could show them that they have been discovered, I smiled at them. Eventually the elevator came and we all boarded. Not loosing the chance to come with us the

*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

*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

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