"Look— I don't know what's going on in here, but I'm certain that you two are going to benefit from it," Maya said with suspicion evident in her voice.
It's been an hour or two since Maxwell left, and after discussing a few things together, Zayn and I finally went to Maya's bedroom to let her know that we're going to drag her into this mess.
I know that dragging a child into doing something that you taught them is wrong is somewhere near the path of hypocrisy, but I also know that we're running out of options.
Yeah, I know.
It's messed up.
"Why am I doing this again?" I asked, looking at Zayn with a dumbfounded expression.
He sighed at that.
"Because people can't know that you're working for me," he answered tiresomely.
I can't even count the number of times that he has told me this reason, but It's not my fault that he doesn't know how to identify figures of speech.
I'm not asking him the same question over and over again because I still don't know the answer, I'm asking him the same question repeatedly because I still can't get over the fact that I agreed to do this at the first place.
And as much as it pains me to admit it, I now know that I also carry little bits of stupidity with me.
"It's been only a day, and you've cleared my problems already. The person that's exploiting me couldn't know your connection with me, because if they did, we both knew that they could use it against me." He added.
After he said that, it was my turn to sigh.
He's right, that person is indeed going to use his connections against him.
But what he didn't know Is the fact that that person is me.
"I hate my life," I murmured under my breath before turning my head back to Maya. "You're getting on this whether you like it or not too, babe." I added, making her frown.
Even with that stereotyped ugly expression, Maya still looked adorable. Heck, this is the reason why Kylie agreed to have her in our girls' night. All I had to do was send her a picture of Maya, and boom! She's in.
The bitch is a sucker when it comes to kids.
Especially the really cute ones.
"I never said that I wasn't getting in," she said. "But let me get something straight." She added as she got off her bed and stood in front of us.
"And I'm dead," Zayn said.
With the pink fur socks covering her feet, Maya circled us intimidatingly. I literally have no idea why the hell she's doing this, but I'm starting to get really uncomfortable with it.
Zayn must have noticed my discomfort because he placed his hand on my shoulder, grabbing my attention.
"Just don't," he said. "Let her do her thing." He added, and so I did.
After a while of doing that, Maya finally came to a stop in front of us. She darted her eyes from me, then to her father, before a mischievous smirk formed in her face.
Again.
"You two," she said, pointing at us. "Are you playing girlfriend and boyfriend right?" She added.
We nodded our heads at that.
"Hmm, interesting," she responded as she massaged her chin with her hands as if she was deep in thought.
She remained like that for awhile until an idea popped into her mind.
"Now stand up and get on my bed. I want you two sitting next to each other. I'll be right back." She finally said before running to her study corner.
When I looked at Zayn to see how he reacted to this, he just simply replied to me with a shrug before ultimately standing up.
Following Maya's instructions, he sat on her bed and waited for me to come along.
"I don't feel good about this, Zayn," I admitted just loud enough for him to hear. "Your child's a menace." I added as I sat next to him.
But before he could even say something in response, a white flash interrupted him.
It was Maya who just took a picture of us.
"Now let me see that," she said, grabbing our attention.
"Hey, is that my phone?" Zayn asked, looking at her daughter suspiciously.
"It's your personal one," she said, looking up at him for a brief second. "You made me borrow it earlier, remember?" She added.
As realization washed over him, Zayn just sat on the bed and waited for his daughter's next move.
"Oh, I didn't expect it to be this clear," she said as she looked down on the phone screen. "I am so showing this to Hailey." She added proudly.
"Show what exactly?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"Your picture." She smiled. "She kept bragging that her parents' are good-looking." She added, rolling her eyes.
"Umm, Maya," I said.
"Yes?" She responded.
"We're not your parents', honey," I said, looking at Zayn, who gave me that look. "Well, at least not me." I added awkwardly.
"At least for now," she said enthusiastically. "I think it's just fair that I get something out of this arrangement too. You guys are going to benefit from it anyway." She added.
Now, it's true that someone is going to benefit from this little arrangement.
But I can assure you that it isn't me.
"Oh, I better have something out of this too," I said, returning my gaze back to Zayn. "I don't even look like a mom, Zayn." I added, making him sign.
Fortunately, I don't have to elaborate even more because he knows how to take a hint.
"What do you want?" He asked tiresomely.
To mess your life, I thought to myself.
"The cool motorcycle in your driveway," I answered, folding my arms on my chest.
"Which one?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"BMW S 1000 XR," I answered. "Baby's been around since 2014." I added, imagining all the things that I could do with that badass vehicle.
I could roam around the city at night looking like a secret government ally if I got my hands on its keys.
And I also couldn't wait to ask a random stranger on a race.
"But that's my favorite vehicle." He frowned. "You could use all the other ones." He offered, but I shook my head at that.
When I say that I want something, I'm getting it exactly the way that I wanted it.
Alternatives can't do anything that would change my mind.
Even if it's an entire set of luxury vehicles that I couldn't even afford.
"You ain't tricking me, Zayn," I smirked, standing up from the bed."Everyone's getting what they want from this."
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"Why aren't we taking the motorcycle?" Maya pouted as I strapped her into the front seat of my car.
I groaned at that.
This is like the tenth time that she has asked me this question.
"I'm not really fond of slowing down, so if we get into an accident, your dad will kill me," I said. "And if you ask any more questions, I'll kill you first." I threatened, glaring at her.
She laughed at that.
"I like you," she said, putting both of her hands on the side of my face.
Maxwell might be psychotic, but there were a lot of times that proved that Zayn didn't inherent that. Maxwell could kill an entire family and act like it didn't even happen, while Zayn on the other hand couldn't even stand the sound of gunshots.
This little bitch is the one who inherited the psychotic gene.
"Well, you better behave if you want me to like you back," I said, taking her hands off my face. "Bit if you could convince your dad to go on a date with me— that would be a plus."