"Oh oh, looks like we're about to get busted," Zayn said, his voice dripping with amusement, as Jessica's friend approached the wardrobe.
"H-hey, do something. She can't find us trapped in here. Not like this ". I whispered, my voice laced with desperation. He smirked.
"Why would I do that?. I don't do anything I won't get something in return". His velvety British accent sent shivers down my spine as he whispered from behind me, his warm breath caressing my skin.
"Okay, fine! I'll give you whatever you want, just don't let them find us!" I pleaded, my mind racing with how he could possibly save us.
"Anything?" Zayn repeated, his eyebrow arching upward as a lustful smirk spread across his face. I didn't have time to think, Jessica's friend was mere inches from opening the wardrobe.
"Yes, anything, J-just do something" I whispered urgently, my voice trembling with panic.
With a sly smile, Zayn extended his hand and grasped the wardrobe door handle, his muscles flexing as he held it firmly in place. The door creaked, but didn't budge, as if locked by an invisible force.
Jessica's friend tugged on the wardrobe door, but it refused to budge. She tried again, grunting in frustration, but it was as if the door was locked from the inside, Zayn's hand holding it firm.
"Jessica, I think your wardrobe door is broken," she said, exasperated.
"Oh, just toss the towel on her bed and let's go," Jessica replied, her friend obliging and tossing the towel onto my bed before turning to leave.
I breathed a sigh of relief, momentarily safe. As soon as they were gone, I burst out of the wardrobe, hastily grabbing the towel to cover my body. Zayn emerged behind me, stretching his arms and flashing a triumphant smile, as if proud of his quick thinking.
"Wow, that was quite an experience," he said, his smirk still plastered on his face as his eyes locked onto mine.
"I wish we could've stayed there a little longer. Don't you agree?" His tone was laced with a hint of mischief, and I felt my cheeks flush with a deep crimson as I looked away.
"Y-you must be crazy." I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
His expression suddenly turned serious, his eyes darkening as he took a step closer to me. I retreated, my heart racing with a mix of fear and anticipation, unsure of what this sudden change in mood would bring. The air seemed to thicken, charged with tension, as he continued to advance, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You know. My dick is still erected. What are you gonna do about it." He said as he drew closer. I tripped and fell on the bed as I was walking backwards. He suddenly crawled up to me, his hands pinning mine on the bed, his face inches from mine. His eyes captivating mine in a seductive way.
"I asked what you're gonna do about my erected dick. It's looking for something to pierce through." He said, looking straight into my eyes. I was frozen to my very core.
"I-I don't know what to do," I whispered, my voice barely audible as my cheeks flushed with a deep crimson. Shivers ran down my spine as he drew closer, his lips inches from mine. He paused, his eyes locked onto mine, and then he suddenly let out a soft chuckle. He smiled, his expression softening, and released my hands as he stood up from the bed.
"What's your name?" he asked, his gaze still fixed on mine, his smile gentle.
"I-Isabella," I stuttered, my heart racing.
"Ah, Bella," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "What a sexy name." The way he said it, with a seductive tone that sent shivers down my spine, made me feel like he was savoring every syllable.
"You're beautiful, Bella," he said, his smile generous and sincere. "It's truly commendable. Not to mention sweet, too." I flushed a deep tomato red as I looked away. How can he say that so straight forward, I smiled, kneeling on the bed, my hand gripping the towel to prevent it from falling.
"Oh, forgive my poor manners," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm Zayn Wilder. Just call me Zayn." I liked the way his name sounded, strong and sexy.
"Dress up, Bella," he said, his gaze still fixed on mine, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. Huh, for what?
"W-why?" I stuttered, my curiosity piqued.