She is impulsive,dangerous and broken.
He is ambitious,revengeful yet romantic.
She is the mistress of the dark and he is the light of her soul....or so did she think.
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"D-Do you think Zee and I, we...umm..will ever get ou...
I love you since this morning Not just for aesthetic I wanna touch your body So fucking electric
~I Wanna Be Your Slave
( By Måneskin )
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
FÉLICITE
1/12/2020
NEW YORK, USA
"Harry, please?" I shook the green eyed lad only to have him shut me out by covering his bloody face with the blankets. Well, it kind of was Zee's birthday and I wanted to make him breakfast in bed, but I couldn't walk yet.
I had really overdone myself by making a mess out of the kitchen three days prior. Zee's hand was getting better but no where near full recovery and my leg, well, the fact that I had to take baths instead of showers was already dancing on my nerves.
"It's seven in the morning, idiot! Go to sleep! Your boyfriend won't get up before ten" He turned the other side and went back to sleep. I grimaced at his antics and scoffed. It was seven in the morning and I couldn't sleep. It's Zee's first birthday with me and considering the fact that he managed to stay alive while being heavily involved with me, he deserved a good morning call.
Limping back to our room I parted the curtains letting the sunlight hit us and a groan ( as expected ) echoed from near the bed. Slowly I made ( limped ) my way back to him, only to see him get cosy in the blankets more and more.
Zee slept like a baby. The worst situation arose when I had to leave his warmth at night just to attend one of our very disrespectful clients. Considering that, the blueprint thief finally got killed. All thanks to Leila and Niall.
Getting in bed I wrapped my hands around his torso, trying to making him face me, but he turned away, wrapping the bedsheets around him tighter than Harry had done when I had tried to pull him awake. Sighing, I peppered kisses down his bearded cheek to his neck, licking under his earlobe just where he had the number '25' tattooed on his tan skin.
Zee rather pushed me away in an unexpected way, covering his neck with the duvet making him look like an eskimo. A pout settled on my lips but I let it go because my calf came very much in contact with the growing bulge between his legs.
He was excited.
My hands followed, slipping under his sweatpants and... Jesus!
