THREE

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Zayn's POV:

Her piercing brown eyes widen and she gulps loudly while glancing around her and then back to me.

She looks cute.

"Wha... What are you talking about, Zayn." She questions.

I have been secretly watching her, the way she stole glances at me didn't escape my notice. I noticed her beautiful shape ass as she tried to hide them with those baggy jeans and trousers she normally wears, I notice how flustered she gets when I come near her, for years I have been watching her and waiting for the right time to claim her.

She is my girl even without knowing it.

"What are you doing, let me go." She whispers and I shake my head. I have been waiting for so long. 

I raise my hand to her face and slowly caress her face. She is a beauty. Being a biracial girl she has the beauty of both races in her. Her brown locks were taken from her father's race and it suits her perfectly, she is beautiful with them.

From the corner of my eyes, I can see Stephanie walking towards us with her boyfriend, Ray, trailing behind her.

"Are you bullying her again, Zayn? Let her go. I invited her here to have fun with me." She barks. I release my hold on Elsa and turn back to face my annoying little sister.

"I can do whatever I want, Stephanie. This is my house."

I deadpan.

"Our house." She counters stubbornly. I smirk and walk toward her but her boyfriend quickly stands in front of her protectively.

Does this dude think I care?

"You will end up getting married one day, little sister. And I will be the one to continue our father's legacy. I'm a star already, what are you?" I inquire dauntingly.

She pressed her lips against each other and steps up to me. She grabs Elsa by her wrist and drags her to her side.

The view is entertaining.

"Stay away from her, Zayn. She's not one of your play toys." 

But she is. Elsa is my play toy. She will be my favorite play toy and she will enjoy it. 

I shrug nonchalantly and watch as she drags Elsa away from me. I rub my hand down my face and chuckle.

I walk back to where I was previously sitting and sit down. One of my girls, Jemima, places her hand on my shoulder and cock her head to the side, watching me.

"Do you want me to make you feel good?"She asks me. Do I? I don't even feel aroused from the thought of having her. 

All I can think about is Elsa in that tight bikini. Hugging her curves and setting them in the right places. 

Damn! She's so beautiful.

I grab a pack of cigarettes from Mace and light it then takes a drag. I puff out the smoke and glance around us. Everyone is having fun, as they should and there is Mace who is watching me with a newfound interest.

"What?" I query.

He shakes his head and gulps down the bottle of Heineken in his hand. "Nothing."

I drew up my eyebrows and watch him but I can't tell what is going through his mind. Mace has always been the secretive one amongst the three of us. Jace, Mace, and I grow up together and our parents and the same circle of friends, it disturbs me when I don't know what he's thinking about.

A few minutes later I enter the house to grab a bottle of water but instead, I see Elsa inside the kitchen, sitting on the counter and sipping wine. 

I can see her body turn rigid and her back straightens. She must have noticed my presence.

She fears me.

She should be. I'm not a good guy. I'm not a Prince in search of a Cinderella nor am I a beast in search of beauty. I'm just a guy that sees what he wants and will take it no matter what.

Elsa Jameson is a girl that I want,  whether she hates me or is scared of me that won't put a stop to my desire.

I walk past her and open the fridge. After grabbing a bottle of water I open it and start gulping down the content. I can feel her eyes on me, watching my shirtless body. 

"You're free to watch as much as you want, very much so," I say and turn to face her. She blushes and turns her face away from me.

I smirk and advance toward her. My interest in a girl is a mystery to me as well.

I place my hands on both sides of the counter, trapping her with my body.

She gulps, her hands balling into a fist, her eyes looking everywhere but me.

I raise my hand and grab the loc on her forehead then twist it between my fingers.

"I like your locs, they are beautiful," I smirk and bring the lock to my nose and sniff them. She gasps as soon as she sees what I did and her face flushes in embarrassment.

"What..... are you doing? Shouldn't you be at your pool party?" She stutters as she tries not to look at me. 

I push her locks away and raised her chin, trapping her jaw between my fingers.

"Look at me, Elsa," I whisper. She stares into my eyes and I smile.

I bring my face close to her, my eyes focus on her lips but she glances away before my lips can touch hers. My hand drops from her face and I straighten myself.

Self-respect.

There is nothing like that. 

She will be mine either way. She is no match for me. She is just 5'3. A tiny compared to me.

But I like her that way. I can control her that way. 

She'll be mine.

"Be my slut, I'll protect and provide for you," I say to her.

"What..... What did you say?"