Araceli's PovI crossed my arms under my boobs as I stared at the man on the chair, his devilishly handsome face sat in a slight smirk, his hair was a bit tousled, he was still clothed in the suit he had wore to the office. His eyes held mine as I glared at him, how dare him show his face here? For two weeks, he has treated me with nothing but comtempt and anger, it was like the night we spent together didn't mean anything to him, I knew it was just dinner and a night of fun, but i had thought we made a little progress with our friendship.I swallowed heavily my throat weighed with the heavy feeling of anger and pain. The night we spent at his property had meant a lot to me and I had thought that it meant something to him too.Aside anger, I also felt a longing to seat on his thighs, run my hand through his hair, know what is on his mind, and the reason he had blocked me out.I wanted to know him, even more, I desired to know this mysterious man, to truly know all of him.I cleared m

Araceli's Pov Clothes lay strewn on the bed and floor, a battlefield of discarded jeans, t-shirts, sweatpants, hoodies and dresses. I stood in the center of it all, arms crossed defensively as I stared at the shimmering silver dress Rilly held up triumphantly."Come on, Araceli," Rilly pleaded, her voice dripping with mock despair. "This night needs a little sparkle! Can you imagine Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome's friend swooning over you in that oversized sweatshirt again?"I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "First of all, stop calling him that. Second, I highly doubt that his friend will be paying any mind to me tonight, regardless of what I wear." I tugged my oversized sweatshirt down my thighs, "It's not like I want his friend to notice me anyway."I picked up a gown from the floor, it was my first choice of clothing for the night, but apparently, Rilly had complained about the dress having too much of a length to it."Maybe not impressed," Rilly co

Araceli's Pov I stood by the window and watched as a sleek black car pulled up in front of my apartment building, its gleaming surface reflecting the rising sun. I was no longer the nervous wreck I had been last night, my nervousness has been replaced by a flicker of curiosity. My phone buzzed and as expected, It was Zayn. "My driver is parked at the front of your apartment Araceli." "Okay Sir, I will be down in a minute. I grabbed my pink coloured single suitcase and double-checked my purse, a tremor of excitement coursing through my veins. Stepping out of the building, I walked towards the car, heads snapped in my direction, eyes widening in surprise, as I neared the car, even the children couldn't help but gape at the high-end luxury brand. The driver, a young man in a crisp black suit who looked to be in his mid thirties, stood by the door and held it open as I approached. "Miss Araceli?" He asked to confirm, his smile bright and warming. "Yes Sir." I confirmed, a h