Forbidden

Chapter fifty-five

Zayn jabbed the key in ignition and sped off, with his calm and serious stance. I didn't like how bland and blank he became, the hard exterior is back. I thought he finally stopped stuffing all his feelings inside. It only made him so much harder to read. Which then made him unpredictable.

There was next to no traffic in the empty streets.

His phone rang, he picks up and the conversation starts solemnly until he gets irritated that he had to stop the car.

"Unlike some people I know what I'm doing. Tell him I'll get back at him for this." He snapped impatiently tossing the phone somewhere on his feet.

He rested his elbows on his knees, leaned over and rubbed his temples in annoyance. His face was crinkled and lips pursed in a thin line, looking deep in thought before resting his forehead on the steering wheel.

"Change of plans. The meeting is postponed for tomorrow." he told me calmly eyes cast straight forward then began to drove away.

Just great.

He leaned comfortably back against the seat, gaze moving sideways to me briefly with curious glinting eyes then back to the road.

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Because I have sworn to myself not to talk with him no more, I had to accept that we were going to spend the night in a hotel, same room but it was a suite so that made it not that unbearable.

It was late in the evening now, Zayn was preparing himself to sleep I think.

The suite was white and maroon patterned, a big king sized bed, bay windows with sofas situated in front of them, a small fridge near the bed..
In the middle of the room was a big golden painted table that looked majestic along with pretty armchairs too.

When Zayn comes back from the bathroom, he had changed on a knit sweater with sweats.

"Here take this to sleep with." he nonchalantly rasped throwing some clothes at me.

I pick them up and gape.

Boxers and a white shirt...

I toss them back on the bed.

"What?" he cheekily asked when he saw my vicious stare. Before I could answer, someone knocked on the door. Zayn saw my alarmed face so he clarified, "Room service." while he walked to get the tray of food.

"You can eat after you change."

"Stop treating me so badly." I scolded my eyebrow scrunched up.

"If you think this is bad how about I do it." I could see the features on his face contorting to hate among other things he was feeling.

"You wouldn't-"

The way his eyes hardened and jaw clenched I knew he's furious and had enough of my back talking, his hands lunged at me, unzipping my dress it increased the beating of my heart, his gaze burned fervently into mine.

"Why are you doing this? I wasn't allowed to take clothes with me because of this right?" I anxiously accused.

He doesn't answer, putting his shirt on me, then makes me push my arms through the holes, once I have it on, his hands tug my dress down slowly, beginning from my ribs. Then a hand slowly moves down my body to my right hip, feeling every curve on its way. The other hand joining it on the other hip, fingers drumming a beat against the bone there. He's focused on my face as I breath through my mouth, each hot breath directly hitting his face. His hands are placed so low on my hips that he can feel the band of the piece of fabric that I'm wearing under that over sized shirt. His hands slowly move up and down the sides of my body, feeling the dip at my waist.