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"Fuck harder" her shrill moans echoed throughout the room. What the fuck, I am literally slamming into her!"
He grunted in response, obliging to her request.
"Ah... mmm" she kept on moaning and making stupid noises but all Zayn could focus on was that girl.
Her brown eyes, caramel skin, black hair. Her lips and just everything about her. It was like the universe had actually sent someone totally his type just to mock him.
Although Zayn was fucking a girl, he couldn't get his mind off of that girl. He thought of how she swayed her hips to the beat, how she bit on her lip to control her moans but then completely let herself go after a while. Just living in the moment.
These thoughts made Zayn moan and slam harder into the girl, imagining he was fucking that other girl, who he still didn't know the name of, instead of this blond barbie.
After a few more thrusts, Zayn finally manages to come from his high and he can't believe that he just came with the thought of that girl.
That girl.
He pulls out of the blonde barbie out of a sudden, making the girl whimper in response but Zayn is too distracted to hear her.
He quickly throws the condom out and pulls his jeans up and leaves the room.
How did we manage to get a room anyways?
His thoughts are soon answered when he sees the bouncer at the entrance of the gate.
Oh, the VIP section! Damn Zayn.
He shoves his hands in his pockets and purses his lips, passing the bouncer. And soon, zayn reaches the bar and orders his drink.
Thinking about that girl.
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Flashback
Jako London.
Zayn reads the barrier hung on the gold cemented building through which he can hear the music blasting.
Zayn shuts his bike's engine and shoves the keys in his pockets while making his way towards the bar.
The smell of cigarettes, smoke, alcohol, and sweat wraps around the whole bar. Zayn quickly pushes the drunken bodies out of his way and reaches the bar. Hoping to get drunk and have a good fuck. Just to take his mind off things.
His hazel eyes stare into the drunken bodies, trying to find a potential fuck.
Mm, too much makeup
So many clothes
Not pretty
Not a one-night-stand material.
Too blonde.
Ugh. Zayn groans, since when is it so hard to find a good fuck, for fuck's sake, he thinks.
It's as if, the heavenly angels, (cue in a dramatic sigh), have sent him his material.
Bronze skin, pink lips, long hair, perfect brown eyes, perfect body and not to mention perfectly dressed. The cherry on the top, she is literally swaying her hips in to air.
Zayn bites on his lip, gazing at her from up to down, meeting her eyes. And takes a sharp breath in noticing that the girl is already looking at him.
He involuntarily bites on his lips, again while he sees the girl checking him out. Basically eye-fucking him. She quickly meets his gaze and bites down on her lip-gloss matted lips. Which is so fucking hot!
She soon starts grinding into the air, closing her eyes and tugging her hands through her hair, giving them a very sexy and messy look.
Zayn feels his semi-hardened bulge but still keeps holding onto his gaze on that girl, who he still doesn't know the name.
She tilts her head a bit, parting her lips and letting out an (assumed) Moan. She then opens her eyes and sees Zayn still sitting there. Zayn smirks a bit but soon the smirk gets wiped off when he sees the girl making his way towards him.
Oh my god! He thinks to himself.
But as soon as she is a little bit near him, a hand catches her wrist causing her to turn around and crash onto the broad guy's chest.
Her lover perhaps? Zayn thinks as he watches her staring at that guy.
But before Zayn can reach them and ask what's wrong, the guy pulls them towards the exit.
Zayn tugs at his hair and groans. Fuck off! Is the universe pissed at me or something?
He quickly gulps his drink down in a minute and makes his way towards the exit when soon his way is blocked by a blondie.
"What?" He growls at her.
" fierce, mm I like it" she speaks seductively, puts her hand on zayn's shoulder, and looks down, noticing his bulge.
"You want any help, sir" she whispers in his ear, biting at his earlobe. While her other hand reaches on zayn's crotch. She starts palming him through his pants and Zayn lets out a growl and a moan, longing for some friction, or perhaps his dick begging for some friction. But he just pushes the girl muttering an 'I'll catch ya later '.
He quickly makes his way out, greeting the cold air that swivels past him. He looks for that girl, turning his head from left to right, but what he sees next shocks him.
Well, he obviously didn't like it watching what could be his going to some other man. Zayn quickly turned away. not wanting to intrude and went inside the bar looking for that blondie.
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(Back to the present)
Laine groans as her aching head wake her up. She slowly rises, carrying the sheet that's covering her naked body.
Wait what?
Laine quickly looks down and sees instead of her clothes there's a white silk sheet that's now covering her body. She quickly peeks underneath and yes, she is naked. She swallows back a groan and looks on her right side to see Sid snoring quite loudly.
Oh my god! Him? Eww. She thinks.
Laine tries to remember anything about last night but she can't remember anything after drinking that amazingly tasting drink. Expect a face? Brown eyes, chiseled jaw, and plushy lips. But that's not Sid.
Ugh. And at that moment Laine vows to herself that she's never gonna drink that much again.
Laine quickly gets out of bed, pulling the sheet on with her. She looks around Sid's room for her clothes and soon finds them on the wooden desk across the room.
She picks them up and scrambles for the bathroom, quickly changing onto her clothes of yesterday, which smell of Alfonso land Sid.
She never thought she'd say this. But okay.
She checks her pocket for gum and after ringing it, she pops it into her mouth. Attempting to get rid of the morning breath.
She pats her butt pocket to look for her keys, phone, and credit card and luckily finds it there.
With a last sigh and a glance at a still sleeping Sid. Laine quickly wears her heels and takes off, trying to go silently.
She makes her way down the grand white marbles staircase and enters the hall, soon wishing she hadn't because she finds Mrs. Lancaster sitting there gracefully, sipping on her tea.
"Morning Ms. Taylor" Mrs. Lancaster acknowledged her with a stern nod, her face barely lifting from her cup. Laine gave a nod and mumbled back a good morning and made her way out of the hall and going to the entrance.
"Worthless skank" laine heard, just before she was about to walk out the door.
Well it's no secret that Mrs. Lancaster does not like laine. according to her, laine should be invested in tea parties and sticking up to sid but instead, she is going out to parties. She doesn't even understand why his husband made that deal with Mr. Taylor or why Sid even likes her.
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It's 3 pm now and laine's basking in her room rn when suddenly a text message pops on her screen.
We need to talk. Meet me at Royal Albert Hall cafe at 5.
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