Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
I SIT on my bedroom floor doing my makeup listening to Nicki Minaj as Morgan behind me curls my hair for me.
We're going out out tonight.
Kelsey walks in the room and hands me a shot, "Drink this."
I pause my makeup and drink it. "So, how's things with Zane?" Morgan asks from behind me and our eyes meet in the mirror.
"Good." I say and it's true. We've been messaging a lot, as friends. So far there are no benefits but I have a feeling that that might change tonight.
"You're wearing this tonight." Kelsey throws some scraps of fabric at me and I hold it up, eying to skeptically.
"Where's the rest of it?"
"Just try it on." She shushes me and I sigh.
Once Morgan finishes my hair, I change into the white strapless mini dress that hugs my figure tightly. Standing with my hands on my hips I tilt my head, looking at myself in the mirror.
He's gonna die.
I walk back out to the girls and Kelsey fans herself. "I did well."
Morgan scoffs, "We did well." And the both nod at me.
I roll my eyes, "This was all me."
Kelsey shakes her head, "You were going to wear jeans! Who know what could've happend if we hadn't intervened."
"Oh hush." I wave them off.
Less than five minutes later we're in an uber on our way to the club, where we've got a booth because Zane's been working with the owner all day. For such an antisocial guy he sure knows a lot of people.
As we walk into the club Kelsey leads me by holding my hand and I hold Morgan's so I don't lose her in the crowd. The club is abosultely heaving and the music is so loud I can feel it but luckily the booth area is a little quieter and I easily spot Zane, instantly flushing at the sight of him.
He's sat in a suit with his tie hanging loosley around his neck, his legs spread wide and a glass of alcohol in his hand. He's talking with an asian man who's completly covered in tattoos and is also wearing a suit.
When Zane's eyes meet mine I take a deep breath and give him half a smile. I watch as he swallows thickly and moves his hand to rub his chest.
"Ladies." Mikey nods and the girls greet him back while my eyes stayed glued to Zane's.
"This is Mr Aizen." Zane's says, gesturing to the man next to him who turns to us.
"It's a pleasure to meet you ladies." Mr Aizen tells us and I pick up on a Japanese accent.
There's something strange about him.
The man is wearing a pair of glasses and is covered up to his face in ink, he doesn't look particularly threatening but I have this feeling about him, that he's dangerous. The man's eyes land on me and he nods politely, I stare into his dead black eyes and wonder.
