Forbidden

Chapter seventeen

In the pastel light of the morning I was making breakfast, the sun was shining from the window and it looked like a nice day, I zoned out my gaze stuck there. These coming days got more boring, and I'm avoiding him, lately that's all I'm doing. Especially since what happened at his painting room.

  After preparing breakfast I begin eating it half heartedly, my appetite has never been this gone as of right now.

  While playing with my food, Zayn walks casually in the kitchen, only in his boxers, I try not to look but can't. He's very skinny but his body has muscles as well with many scars, the bullet scar he had taken for me had healed now turned to a white line, but that was only one of those bullet scratches he has. He turned and leaned on the kitchen counter sipping some orange juice, looking deep in thought.

The smooth expanse of his chest, that had a tattoo twirling there, skipped over very defined abdominal muscles, and I blush when I notice his black tight boxers that I snap my eyes away and to my luck he is oblivious to that.

  Because I feel out of place and still am trying to avoid him I stand up, maneuvering my way from the kitchen island to the door to have him grip my hand, surprisingly not in a steel grip, and prevents me from walking further.

"Make yourself ready for tonight. I have chosen a black dress for you, because I have to take care of my club." he told me calmly.

"You were in my room?" I asked shocked. I have yet to look at him.

Heat radiates from his body onto mine when he pulls me towards him by my arm, he nears my ear and his hot breath hits my skin there.

"Have you forgotten that this is my house? And is that disobedience I hear?" he lowly said but still his tone was laced with anger. I could feel his stare boring to my side but I refused to look at him. With a sigh I answer lastly, "No." I mumble looking down.

"Then go do what I told you to. I'm sick of repeating myself, Olivia." he snapped, pushing me to the door. It looks like he's back at being snappy.

"When will we leave?" I ask looking up to see his glare and clenched jaw.

Walking a bit backwards from fear, surprised I stumble lightly on my feet, my back touched the kitchen's door and I frowned. He looked angry but that's not what I took notice from his look. It looked as if he was frustrated and that leads to his never ending anger.

"You have enough time." he answered looking to the side and went to eat my food with my used fork.

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  The rest of the day he had made it a point to come in my room. He was making sure I started to get ready early because this was important and he wouldn't let me go with him until I was looking like he wanted me to. That meant hours were spent of putting my make up in the most perfect way, but still I didn't over do it, going for the natural look using only a little concealer, make up, a little liner to wing it perfectly on my eyes, a few coats of mascara, nude lip gloss.

  Zayn stayed there watching me get ready, it did bother me while I tried not to snap at him or shake from nervousness. He even made me push my hair to the side his touch lingering as I tried not let it effect me and he didn't let me straight it. I like my curly hair as well but for tonight I wanted it straight, when I tried to object he snapped. Then he left to get ready himself.

  Now I was trying to pull on the black dress on, that was short but the bust was to my luck well hidden. I couldn't reach the zipper and huffed after two minutes of trying.

As I was making myself ready, I think about what my life has become. Is this what I'm doing right now how my routine will be? All the time getting ready for his meetings, and being used as his girl. In a way it's not bothering me that much, besides from being with him not all has changed. I'm even going out more than I usually ever have.