CHAPTER 28

I let out a short scream when I saw my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was all tangled up in a mess. I wouldn't be surprised if a bird flew away from it. I cringed when I realized that I had slept with my make up on.

I scratched my butt. Eh...

I shrugged and walked into the bathroom. Well, I have a lot to fix.

I quickly stepped out of my clothes and grabbed the towel and hung in on the rod beside the shower. I looked between the bathtub and shower with my hand on my chin.

What shall I use today?

I narrowed my eyes at both.

Shower it is. I thought as I walked into the cuboidal glass box for the shower. I turned the tap.

Hot hot hot hot!

I jumped here and there and changed the angle. Once I got the desired temperature, I left it on and grabbed the body wash and poured some on the sponge.

I scrubbed it all over my body as my thoughts consumed me.

Well, I haven't really gotten much sleep since I got here. And yesterday wasn't really sunshine and rainbows either.

And I gave up on struggling for a good life last night. I'm just going to let it take me where ever the fuck it wants. Not that, it hasn't till now, anyway.

Even after I kicked out Syed and Sean out of my bedroom, I didn't unpack my bags. Cause you know, just in case...

I sighed and stepped out of the shower and towel -dried myself. Once I was completely dried, I moisturized myself and put on my clothes that I had bought in.

You see, I have been very cautious about my surrounding nowadays. I don't want to take any risks.

I walked out of the bathroom and headed straight towards the study table and picked up my school bag and turned around.

I jumped slightly when I saw Israel sitting on my bed looking at me with beady eyes.

"What the hell, Israel. What do you want?" I asked as I walked towards the door with a scowl. Not because I was disappointed to see him, but because of the sudden rush of blood to my cheeks, once I saw him. Damn Him! I couldn't just forget what happened that night. By all means, I'm a girl, nonetheless.

He got up from my bed and walked towards me. My back was still turned towards him. I cursed my cheeks and turned around.

He looked at me and rose a brow. "Why are your cheeks so red?" He asked with an amused expression on his face.

"Uh... I just had a hot shower." I lied hoping that he wouldn't notice it like Syed did.

A small smirk on his face made my hopes fly out of the window.

"Whatever, Blaire" he sang as his annoying smirk still stuck to his face. I frowned. His face, suddenly diverged into a very serious one like he just remembered something very dark.

He cleared his throat. "Blaire?"

"Yea?" I rose a brow as I tightened the bag strap over my shoulder.

"Adham's here" Those two words made my eyes widen.

"Well, fuck"

***

"What? no!" I whined at what Adham just said.

"You're coming back to the mansion. And that's final." Adham growled as he jerked me towards him.

I struggled around in his hold but stop when he gave me a glare. I scoffed and looked down.

"But we have already discussed it Mr. Behdad. She'll stay here for one more-"

"Yeah. But I change my mind now. She's coming back with me." He stated and pulled me along with him.

"My bags!" I squeaked. "I need to get-"

"That's shall be arranged. Now, I want you to get inside the car." He glared at me and pushed me towards the door. I stumbled and hit the door.

I hissed at the forming bruise and cursed at Adham and glared at the floor as I walked towards the car where I shut myself in.

I huffed and crossed my hands over my chest.

What the hell is his problem?!

I should've ran when I had the chance to, I should've listened to Sean. I should've never met Israel or the other Mehsoufs. I shouldn't have agreed upon Syed ridiculous philosophy.

Damn him! Damn Israel! Damn Adham! Damn Everyone!

I shut my eyes tight and took deep breathes to compose myself.

I hate the fucking Mafia bullshit mannn. I need to get out of here!!!

I looked out of the window to see Adham and Marshall engaged in a heated discussion.

I frowned.

After a couple of minutes, Adham headed towards the car and climbed into the car and commanded the driver to drive.

I sighed and looked at the passing images out of the window.

***

"Go to your room. Now!" Adham hissed once we reached the mansion. I rolled my eyes but did what he said anyways.

I walked into my room and pulled out my phone to see few notifications on Instagram. I went to the app to see I had two.

One from Zayn and another from... Blake?!

What the fuck does he want now? Didn't I just call him off yesterday? I frowned and opened the message

Blake: Iri, Please. I'll be waiting today. Be sure to be there at five. We have a lot to talk about. Love you!

I narrowed my eyes. Didn't he get a clue?!

Well, whatever.

I deleted the text and opened Zayn's.

Zayn: What??!?! You're running away?! No, you can't! especially when my grade is on the radar! Come back and finish the project then run to where ever you want.

I rolled my eyes. And since, when did he care about his grade?

I scrolled down.

Zayn: Just kidding! But seriously ?! WHAT?!?!

I chuckled and replied to him. Well, obviously I didn't tell him the whole truth. I just told that I pranked him, and he could come over to my house to finish off the project.

To which, he replied a positive response. I grinned and threw the phone on the bed and walked down to the game room.

It has been a long time since I touched those. Well, this is going to be fun!

***

"Damn! I didn't know you could play like that!" A voice chime in.

I jerked and let go of the controller. My eyes widen as I looked at the flat screen where my player was getting brutally killed now.

The person inhaled sharply. "Sorry!"

I frowned and tilted my head up to see Zayn hovering me with a loop side grin. I rolled my eyes and put the game off.

"I was. Before you came in. How many times have I told you not to scare me like that?" I scolded and punched him on his arm.

"Ow! That hurt" He whined and rubbed his arm which made me look at the bags he was carrying. My bags. I narrowed my eyes at it.

"How did you get that?" I asked pointing at my bags which was supposed to be in the Meshouf's mansion.

He let out a nervous chuckle. "This hot guy gave it to me to give it to you when he found out that I was going to meet you"

I blinked. "Hot Guy? What? You're gay now?" I snorted. He choked on his spit.

"What? No! I just thought you might find him hot. He seemed like your type" He mumbled. I arched my brow at him.

"And how do you know what my type is?"

"He just looked like a guy with looks that were piercing to the eye, yet pleasing to the heart. Mysterious girls like you usually go for him."

I blinked. "Now I seriously think you're gay"

"Am Not!"

"Are too!"

"Am Not! Well, anyways, do you know him? Do you find him cute?" he smirked.

I smirked back totally aware how he tried to change the subject. But I let it slip away. But I really don't think he's gay. I mean, at least the number of STDs he has given to other girls doesn't really help it.

"Eh... he's just the stupid perverted-much like you- son of a mean grumpy business partner of my father," I said trying not cringe at the thought I called Adham by father again. "And about me getting attracted to him? Ha! never! He's a jerk. And jerks are certainly not my type. All though I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive. But don't get me wrong, his egotistical personality covers it. Although he could be kind sometimes, and cute, but its like once in a blue moon. But his looks are actually really commendable, His eyes are mesmerizing and his body is pretty drool-worthy too. And-"

I continued to rant as I walked out of the room. Zayn, who surprisingly didn't interrupt me, followed me along.

"Blaire?" Zayn cut me off.

I stopped my rant and turned around to look at him. "Yes?"

"Shut up," He said.

I rolled my eyes and resumed to walk trying to hide my crimson cheeks. "Who let you in anyways?" I enquired as I glanced back at him.

"A creepy old man, after a big ass questionnaire. The way he looked at me seriously gave me the creeps" He said and did a fake shiver. I chuckled at the way he described the security that Adham had hired especially because of his looks to scare people off. But what brought my attention to him was his crazy ninja skills. And trust me you don't want to be on his bad side. Or he'll karate chop you.

"Alright. My room is on the third floor. After you take the stairs, take a left and the third door is mine. Wait for me. I'll be right back" I instructed and walked off to the kitchen.

What? I'm hungry.

I took a snack bar and headed towards my room.

I frowned when I saw Zayn's bag placed on my bed but Zayn, not to be seen anywhere. I turned around and walked my way back.

When I was in the second floor ,—which I wasn't really allowed to go to, since it was Adham's work -place-floor—I found Zayn sneaking around the halls.

"Zayn!" I yelled and neared him. His eyes widen when he looked at me but smiled and walked towards me.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room and pushed him inside.

"You weren't supposed to be there!" I hissed and narrowed my eyes. He let out a nervous chuckle and rose his hands defensively.

"I'm sorry! I lost my way! After I came to your room, I felt really hungry. So, I tried to find the kitchen" He squeaked.

Looks like we both have a mutual love for food.

"I just came from the kitchen. You could have asked me before."

"I'm sorry?"

I chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"Just be careful next time." I sighed "Now, let's get back to work" I announced as I looked at the pile of papers stacked on my desk.

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