Zayn's POV
I stood outside the door and waited for Vivian with my hands shoved casually in my pockets. I was fully dressed and ready to leave for dinner with my friends.
When the door finally opened, my breath caught in my throat at the sight in front of me.
The black velvet dress hugged her frame flawlessly, making her look like a goddess. The dress was absolutely stunning. It hugged her form, displaying her rounded hips and then, flowing to the floor in waves. It also had a small slit to the side which stopped a little above her knee.
"You kept me waiting, wifey," I rasped in a heated tone as I forced my eyes back to her face.
Vivian looked up at me shyly as she took my outstretched hand. I led her carefully down the stairs and into the waiting car, which Waylon was driv
