Forbidden

Chapter eleven

In front of the building, which looked abandoned and out of place from the apartments near it, he halts me.

Does anyone work there or is this some place I'm better off without knowing?

"Look, Liv." he said softly and I turned to him surprised that he said my name like that. "When we enter this building I need you to be the innocent girl you act as and be quiet." he bit on his lip to refrain himself from laughing when he saw my glare. I don't act innocent."On a more serious note." he continued, features stoic again while I rolled my eyes. "You're going to be near me the whole time and not talk unless it's me who asks you something. If you do anything to question anything that I do, I'll have to discipline you." he solemnly said searching my eyes.

He looked so pale and had bags under his eyes, I felt bad for him... I blinked my gibberish thoughts away.

He awaited my response still watching me so I nod my head a time.

"And if you ever mention my name.. well you know what happened with Harry." With that he grabbed my wrist and we inside the building.

Abruptly stopping once we were inside, leaning close to me as my eyes were about to pop out of my skull at his lazy, alluring gaze, "I'm serious, Olivia. If you do anything, then you know what happens. Avoid any eye contact... and come closer." he whispered on my temple, his voice a whisper heating my skin, he noticed the shiver on my skin because he smirked on my temple, I blushed furiously.

I did what he said and his scent was more stronger, concentrated on me as if wearing his clothes weren't enough. I wanted to ask him why I couldn't change in my clothes and go home or stay at his until he would be back but he distracted me by leading me upstairs and I was still shaken up from what happened inside the car.

Inside now I see that the whole abandoned facade is just for cover up for what seems like a place he works and leads, many of the one he owns because I'm sure this isn't the only one.

There were men everywhere but I didn't look at them, my eyes trained on Zayn's back. He had a black shirt with a black leather jacket on. Anyway, he kept walking, his hand a a firm hold on my wrist until a voice stopped him.

"Finally Zayn." An old man said.

When I look at him he looks like someone who is in the mafia. Powerful and fearful but still Zayn was looking more intimidating.

"Who's the pretty girl with you?" he slyly asked making me cringe and hide behind Zayn.

Zayn turned to me, put his hand on my waist pulling me to him in a possessive manner, until I was pressed to his chest. I felt flustered at his firm chest and warm body. I can't describe how uncomfortable I felt so close to him even if I felt more safe.

"No one you should bother with." he icly bit back.The man chuckled. "Let's go to my office." Zayn ordered. He squeezed my hip looking at me lips in an angry pout and I knew he wanted me to walk in front of him, his hands on my waist, his body so near mine touching my back, it felt like he was shielding me.

He opened the door for me the office was big and dark decorated just like he is holding himself with that mysterious aura, then he sat in a big seat pulling me with him on his lap. I tried to stand up but his hands were on my thighs stopping me.

"Liv." he whispered when I kept squirming and I gasped lightly at the way his voice was a low growl. "Good girl." he sighed, soothing my thighs when I leaned my head on his chest.
It's best I just keep quiet.

"What do you want?" Zayn asked the man as I zone out.

But my eyes look intrigued at the brown tapped package he threw on the Zayn's desk, "I came to see if you wanted this new package that is coming my way." The man muttered, "It's good stuff." he exclaimed.