Chapter 008
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ZAYN'S POV
My lips pressed into a firm line, as Sophia's voice rang out, echoing through the dining hall.
She was supposed to be in Rio De Janeiro, but why did I feel so mad about her timing?
Exhaling through my nose, I slammed my fork on the table.
“And what are you doing here? What happened to your trip?” I asked, gritting my teeth.
Sophia blinked rapidly, disgust lighting her face, “What is going on here, Zayn. Just now, the both of you were…”
“I asked first. What the hell are you doing here?” I interrupted, turning to her.
“Does that matter? Is that the most important thing now? No, I don't think so!” Sophie moved closer, her eyes bouncing from me to Ava. She was starting again. She was trying to raise trouble, “You not talking makes it all the more suspicious.” She spat.
“What exactly is wrong with you, Soph? You just came in, and started flying wrong accusations everywhere. What do you think happened? Did you see me locking lips with her, or does this perhaps look like a bedroom with closed doors and windows? What did you see?” I asked, staring at her flaring nostrils, and dangerous eyes.
Her gaze cut sharply to Ava, before she walked to stand before her, seething and boiling.
“Zayn, you might not understand, but I understand everything. This is something women do, and I know it when I see it.” Her voice was low and forced.
Damn.
Ava slid her eyes off Soph, returning to her meal. Although, she seemed to be a little hesitant with it. Probably because of the whole choking scenario. She simply messed around with it, her fork fiddling with it playfully, angering Soph the more.
“Are you ignoring me? Ha! Zayn, she thinks she can ignore me!”
Sophia suddenly pushed Ava’s plate aside, slamming her hand on the table, as she bent to stare directly into Ava’s eyes.
I heaved a sigh, “Soph, what are you doing?”
She didn't even reply. I looked at Ava, who remained calm. Why wasn't she doing anything?
She had to fight for herself. If I stopped Sophia, then if I wasn't around, she wouldn't be able to defend herself.
She was swift when it came to using her tongue, but why was she tongue-tied when it came to Sophie?
“When did all this start, surrogate woman?” Sophie began, again. “When did you start putting eyes on my man? Why are you suddenly eating at the table the moment I'm not around? What do you think you're doing? I saw the way you looked at him. I saw the way you were so close to him. I can see all your bitchy intentions towards him!”
Ava's lips turned downwards, and I could see her nostrils starting to flare. She made to rise, but Sophie's hand came down hard on her shoulder pushing her back into the seat.
“You're supposed to be locked up in that room, you pig! How dare you try to seduce my fiancee? Does this place seem like a place for sluts? If you came directly from a brothel, then you should know that your dirty, nasty tricks wouldn't work here. Stay away from my Zayn, and know your place. You should…”
Before she completed her sentence, Ava shot to her feet, startling Sophie, whose feet staggered backwards, before her face went red again. She bunched up her fists.
Ava began, in a mocking voice, that almost made me chuckle, “‘Stay away from Zayn. He's mine. You want to steal him. Slut, pig…’ I will not take all these random insults from you because you're so damn insecure about your man. No, I will not let you trample all over me because you don't know how to hold your man, and you think someone who's not even trying will be enough to snatch him. Perhaps, if you get yourself some nice little IQ to add to the empty brain in your skull, and probably adapt some cooking skills, and some alluring attitude, then his eyes would never leave you.”
“Wh… what? Zayn, can you hear her? Who does she think she is? She just told me I'm senseless, and useless! What is she saying?”
“I'm saying there's always that show on YouTube for paranoid, insecure fiancees, who know they can never be enough for their husbands. And for the record, nothing crazy happened here.”
Why was a little smile curving on my lip?
Seriously, Ava. She always had the right comeback waiting at the tip of her tongue.
Ava wanted to say something when I cut her short. “That’s enough!” I thundered.
She turned to look at me, her eyes blazing with anger, “As usual, Mr Arrogant strikes again! I suggest you teach you fiancee some courtesy, not everyone is going to keep calm when she’s saying s**t” She replied, standing up to leave when I held her back
“You haven’t finished your meal!”.
She stopped, not breaking contact with me“I lost my appetite, what will you do? Force me to eat? Or lock me up just like your fiance suggested? If you won’t be doing any, I suggest you let me be!” She replied, pushing against my arm before storming out.
Sophia scoffed, a hand on her chest, as she watched Ava leave, then she turned abruptly to me.
“You know what you're doing, don't you? You let her go, just like that after disrespecting me” Her eyes welled up in tears, “You're choosing her over me because she's pregnant.”
“Remind me who’s choosing who? When did that happen?” I asked, brushing my hand through my hair.
“Can't you see all that's going on? You allowed her to step all over me just because she's pregnant and is carrying your baby. You've been making her feel like an over-pampered princess ever since she came here, and then, boom! One day, you reveal that you're going to marry her, you'll kick me out, and…”
I rose to my feet, placing my hands on her shoulders.
“This is just you over-thinking. You're getting paranoid, know that? I can't have anything to do with Ava, and that's so obvious, so what's all the fuss?”
“Are you sure about that?” She asked, with a pout, her thick lashes blinking slowly.
“Completely. Don't be insecure like she said. You've got me.”
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she raised those dark, seductive lashes to look at me.
“Then perhaps tonight, we can…” She came closer, biting her lips, with a sinister smile.
Why did I do this? I totally wasn't in the mood for her. Going to bed with her was the last thing on my mind at the moment.
“Do what?” A booming voice interrupted, followed by a chuckle, and Sophia gasped, stepping away from me a little, “Didn't think you were romantic enough to do this in a dining hall, Zayn.”
My smile ran down like the rainbow, as I turned to see the nasty surprise of a man that just had to pick now of all times to show up. My teeth clenched, “What the f**k are you doing here?”
“That’s not a good way to welcome your father’s brother, is it?” His hands dropped into his pockets, as he leaned against the wall, watching me with wicked gray eyes.
My fingers balled into fists, as I stared into his annoying face, with a disgusting grin spread on it.
“Get out! Leave this minute!” I commanded, pushing Sophie aside, a little too strongly.
She gasped, stumbling, before finding her balance.
“Take it easy on the lady, Zayn.” His voice dripped with mockery, as he watched Sophie with a languid smile that made me crawl with disgust, and a desire to punch him.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, leave!.” My voice dipped lower, as my lip twitched.
My stomach was twisting and turning, boiling and pulling. The desire to storm over to him, grab his disgusting collar, pull the annoying trash out of the house, and throw him somewhere he would hit his nasty head hard, and never wake up, was overwhelming, but I kept it all in my balled fists.
He chuckled, coming to take a seat in my dining room. The nerve of this man to show up here….
“Oh Zayn, you have always had this authoritative tone but it won’t work for me” He started to say, grinning widely, “So, a little birdie told me that you have finally found a nice, little, submissive and sacrificial lamb to bear your child, how true is this?”
“That’s none of your business!”
“Or perhaps you’re already picking the option of defeat? You know, giving up is not all that bad. When you give up, you'll find that it's even better. It's a load off your mind.”
My chest was stuffed, packed, at exploding point.
“My only concern is for the new surrogate, does she know what she’s getting herself into? Or don’t you fear that she might end up like the other one? It’s such a pity that one was exceptionally pretty.”
I made to storm over to him, drag his collar, and throw him out, but I was stopped by the sound of glass shattering to the floor, bouncing off in a million directions.
We all stopped, and turned, Standing at the foot of the stairs was Ava with a tray crashed in front of her, fruit juice spilling from the shattered glass.
Her face was white, as her sparkling eyes grew in size.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, as she looked from me to my Uncle.
Then finally, she swallowed, still looking like she'd seen a ghost.
“Y…you mean there was someone before me? She stammered, her voice barely a whisper, “What… happened to her?"
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