Forbidden

Chapter fifteen

  I'm currently distracting myself with reading some books I found in my 'room'. I like how one of the two windows has the built in bench so I can make myself feel cozy while drinking some hot chocolate and enjoying the view of the clear sky.

It's been a few days since the basement incident so I feel a lot better and not always on edge that Zayn will punish me again by locking me there, I think I wouldn't survive another night there so I quickly distract myself to steer my thoughts away.

Since I can't do anything about the fact that I'm abducted I might as well make the best out of it. So I treat myself with all the sweet things I found and crisps as well.

  Zayn was in his office doing whatever it is that he does for work and whenever he tried to approach me I ignored him. When he wanted me to do something I would without looking at him or saying a word. There's a reason why I do that and it looks like it's working because he always clenches his jaw in frustration, so I'm very pleased. And to be honest this is how I usually am, not really into words. The only reason I began to bother Zayn and talk with him in the first place was because I was terrified and needed to know what was going to happen with me. But now that I know I'm somehow safe if I keep my mouth shut and do as I'm told, I will try to make it more bearable living with a gang leader by finding things to keep me occupied.

"Bambi." he rasps and I roll my eyes when I know he can't see me. "Have you cleaned my room?" he lowly asks. Now I'm his maid it seems, because I have to maintain his house.

  When I turn I see him leaning on the door, wearing some sweats and a black hoodie, his hair laying flat on his forehead brushing his eyes. So again the very casual look which makes him look young. I nod as a form of answering, expeditiously he scowls, displeasure darkened his eyes.

"Answer me." he growls but I keep being practically mute. "Use words." he mocks, I know he's annoyed which was fine with me, I liked seeing him irritated. That however changed when he does something to get me out of my confident and self-assured thoughts.

  Startled when he grabbed the chair from the desk and knocked it next the wall where I was sitting on the window bench I shriek in fear. It split in pieces leaving a dent in the wall and I gulp nervously, eyes wide. His chest is heaving up and down in fury, the look on his face is a deep scowl that makes his jaw and cheekbones more prominent.

"I know what you're doing but sooner or later you'll have to talk to me." In his words were conviction, they were laced with authority as well that my fear slips away and I have to smile sarcastically, I just have to.

  Instead of leaving like I thought he would he inched closer to me until he sat next to me. His gaze was on my eyes, a frown etched in his features, his eyelashes very long and dark. Then I grew uncomfortable and shifted my gaze to my lap which seemed as a safe place to look at.

"If I want I can make you talk." he threatens, the way he lowly talks makes his accent shine through giving it more of a twist of authority and calmness. I immediately shrug carelessly because I can.

It's silent then, I sigh thanking the heavens when his phone rings an obnoxious tune at that, he goes to take the call.

After removing the destroyed pieces of the chair, I'm back at reading.

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  It was so boring. My thoughts were causing me headache and then I think about my work colleagues. Is any of them aware that I'm kidnapped?

  As I'm bored of my mind, and memorize every single corner of this room that it gets unhealthy, the door opens, I quickly swirl around, so I don't have to face him. The bed dips down when he sits next to me and I get nervous when he lays right there.