Almost

Standing off the mansion's door with a cold embrace of weather within her soul, the girl was silent in and in distinctive. 

Making herself sure of what she's about to do, she then gave a sign for the personal guard to open the door for her. 

That's so quiet and eerie along the way through the second floor of the mansion she was walking to. 

"Ma'am, I'm going to leave now," her personal guard said which made her nodd silently. 

The guard already left and she was all alone when she placed her hand on the doorknob of the room. 

Maids are already asleep, only Marco, the male security guard along with Chris and Martin are the only ones that are awake at twelve midnight. 

"I'm quite late." Her mind told her. 

"Late," she heard a baritone voice coming from the stairs.

Violet sighed as she let go of the doorknob and faced the young man with full confidence.

"Just be thankful that I came," she said regardless of the depth of the young man's gaze on her.

when Zayn looked at her as if he was inviting her for an intimate night. Violet couldn't take it any longer to stare back, so the girl just turned her eyes back to the door and coldly opened the door. 

"Be straight to the point, Zayn Azriel, I've got the papers in my bag, sign it." She mouthed.

Walking quickly into the room, Violet heard every sound of Zayn's shoes coming closer to where she was standing and also stopped.

"You're really eager to become my ex-wife, huh? Why? Does Charles make you happier?" he asked about raising his eyebrows.

Her eyes darkened again at the young man and spoke. "You're really jealous of Charles? God," she hissed.

but her smile disappeared when she saw Zayn's serious face.

"anyway, you've enjoyed your date, yes? I assume that you've already made up your mind after that,"

"so you're really is?" Zayn asked a question.

Violet looked away again.

"and what if I do? what if he makes me happier really, what are you going to do?" the girl asked.

finding a night blouse in the cabinet as she talked.

"we both don't want it, why are you still refusing, Zayn? Freya is there, Charles is there, the only thing I wanted you to say is you're now going to sign the papers. and viola! We're done!" she added.

Violet was about to enter the bathroom with the chosen sleeping clothes when she was suddenly stopped by a tight grip on her arm.

Her tiny arms were wrapped by a big, warm hand of the man that prevented her from moving. Shocked, Violet looked at him with a surprised look on her face.

"What do you want me to do after that?" she asked. referring to his hold.

His monolid cold eyes blinked many times. Realizing what he has done, He let go of the woman's arm and watched her enter the bathroom quietly.

That's when he chose to sit on the edge of the bed and give out a deep sigh. 

"Yeah?" 

"Violet Herera, don't you want to know more of your sister's information earlier? You've been slow to your mission." 

inside the bathroom, Violet immediately dropped her clothes and sat down.

while holding the cell phone, she carefully observed the figure revealed to her by the mirror.

Again, she was silent for a moment, but her silence was suddenly broken when the person she was talking to on the cellphone spoke.

"I guess you're not interested in knowing her, are you? Or are you scared to mess up with Zayn? Are you..."

"shut up stupid man, I'm having my own strategy here!" she replied, almost whispering to prevent the man from the outside to hear it.

he chuckled. then hit the gun on the iron pole making a sound. 

"Maybe you're afraid to kill Zayn because you love him, Violet? I'm guessing I'm right,"

"Bastard! just wait for a few days while I'm making sure that everything will be clean.

You're probably not that thirsty for his death, right? Shut your mouth or I'll take you first," she mouthed in annoyance. 

Xelby on the other line laughed like he won a lottery. Suddenly, a girl wearing a green dress walked towards his direction. 

Seeing her, he immediately lowered the volume of his phone and straightened his back. 

"Who are you talking with, Xelby?" The girl asked. 

Hearing the way she sounded, Violet immediately was intrigued. 

"Oh, it's just a business matter, don't worry I'm not talking to anybody else." Xelby uttered. 

Hearing her heals slowly fading away, Xelby immediately pulled out a question.

"How many days should I be waiting again this time?"

"Who's she?" 

But the girl asked too. Xelby smirked. Looking up on the screen of his cellphone, his gazed turned to see the woman who's now busy of typing in her laptop on the other side of the room. 

"She's... She's someone," he replied. 

"I said who's she? Is she my sister?" Violet

asked in skeptical tone. Xelby laughed. 

"Oh com'on, she's out here. And I will tell you where she is if you've done your part."

this time, the girl closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, then took a deep breath as she sat up above the toilet. 

"Wait, is Zayn didn't ask you about something today? woah, that's suspicious huh?" the man asked again, confuses her understanding.

"what the hell do you mean? Xelby?!" she asked.

"find it out yourself, woman,"

"Xelby—"

"Fuck! Fuck you!" She cursed when the phone call was suddenly ended.

---

their eyes locked staring at each other again on a second time around.

With a loud beating heart, from Xelby's question, Violet expected the young man to speak about a thing earlier.

But then she saw him get on the bed and fell down hugging the pillow and turned off the night lamp on the bedside table without speaking a word.

The girl silently got near the bed and spoke. 

"What about the thing you said you're going to give me what I want already?" Violet raised a question. 

The way he faces the pillow and the darkness of the room helped her to hide the burning red on her face as she talks. 

"I'm tired, just sleep," Zayn mumbled. Hugging the pillow tigther. 

--

Her breathings turned harder as he wrapped his arm on her waist—pulling her closer to his body, placing his nose on the back of her ear and breathed in. 

Violet felt uneasy when the touch of warm air envelope her neck and hear him slightly moaning. 

She was facing the other side of the bed yet can't breath for what Zayn was doing. 

Due to the uneasiness of the situation and the position of the two of them, Violet thought of taking the man's hand from the front of her stomach in an attempt to remove it.

But when she held the man's hand, he only hugged her tighter and again pulled her closer, leaving no space in between.

"Zayn..." she whispered. Giving the man a warning to let go of his embrace.

But the man just breathed out heavily.

The young man snuggled into her again and pressed his lips in her neck, causing Violet to tighten her grip on the bedsheet as she held her breath. 

"Z-Zayn, I'm taking the couch," Violet uttered. 

His hand abruptly sneak inside her blouse and caresses her belly that made the woman gasped secretly. 

Sending her chills, she forcefully stopped his hand from moving inside her blouse and uttered. 

"Zayn, stop it" she warned but Zayn's hand moved again. 

Crawling up to reach for her breast, his warm touches made the girl's feet to twitch. 

Removing her bra's hook in front, Zayn openly massage her breast warmly while the girl was gripping on the sheet hardly as she can. 

Suddenly, his hand crawled downward, stealing touches in front of her pajama's center as he slid his hand on her legs while placing his lips harder on her neck. 

"Zayn!" She shouted. Placing her hand on top of his hand and forcefully took it away as she mouthed a words. 

"I'm not Freya, okay?! Stop it!" 

"Then sleep, I'm ordering you to just sleep," he said cozy. Almost murmuring.