Chapter 5|| Dress designer:Zaiden
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**Alicia’s POV**
What the f**k did this girl do to my closet?
All of my clothes are cut from different angles and not wearable.
Does that mean I am quite worst enough to make her furious for her to do this?
“What the f**k!” I swear as I pick up the dress from the closet.
These are all expensive and limited edition dresses Nichole bought for me. My anger is getting on my top notch and I really couldn’t handle it.
I don’t know what is the name of that senior girl but I sure don’t want to stay in this f****d up dorm room with those stupid girls. My plans could never be executed in this way.
I immediately call an agent to look for a house and it would be better if its nearby Zaiden’s home. It would be better if I stay so close to him.
“Mam! You can only find another house some kilometres away from his house. There are no any other houses nearer to him. He has restricted any houses to be built around one kilometer premises,” he says.
That mentally sick boy. He must want to lay all the girls and never want the world to know from his so called secretive house.
“But one kilometer is quite far away,” I say.
“Mam! Aren’t you a college student? I have a better option for you,” he says.
“What kind of better option?” I ask.
“Today at noon, Mr. Rodriguez asked agency for housekeeper on his son’s house. Why don’t you…?” I interrupt him before he could even finish it.
“Wait! You mean to say, you want me to live on his house as his housekeeper. I am not his servant. I need a house not a devil master to rule me over,” I say and cut off the phone.
How dare he ask me to be his housekeeper? Do I look like someone who would work as housekeeper on that devil’s house?
I throw my phone on the bed and look at my wardrobe worriedly. I need to be there. I, so need to be there in that party. I don’t want any other girl to seduce him before I do. I don’t want him to lurk in any other girls before I do.
I immediately call the agent and ask him to get me registered for it.
And, then there was a knock on the door. I get up and see who is in the door. It must be some girls of the dorm or maybe the warden.
“Oh! What the hell are you doing over here?” I ask as I see Zaiden standing at the door. I am shocked to the hell to see him right in front of the door.
“I’m here to pick you up,” he says as he taps his helmet with his fingers unnoticeably.
“What? And why? Where’s Alan?” I ask arching my brows upward and folding my hands in front of my chest.
“Where’s Alan?” I push him and check him outside the door. I don’t know why I was considerate about Alan when it is Zaiden, I am thinking of.
“Alan…,” he speaks.
“Alan…what?” I ask.
“He’s stuck in some work. He won’t be going in the party. He was ashamed to say. So, he sent me to accompany you,” he says.
I am completely astonished from Alan. How can he trust the girl he want to date with another guy and on top of that a complete womanizer?
"He didn't call me," I say.
"He must have had his reasons," he says hesitantly.
He is a coward, a loser.
“I wish I could go but you see I cannot go right now. Seems like we are fated to be quite good couple,” I say hooking my eyes on him. His eyes seem to change their shades. My statement is getting him affected.
“If it’s your choice, then I cannot force you,” he says as he turns back ready to leave the dorm.
Shit!
This isn’t what I want. The game was going exactly as per I wanted, so it’s a waste to make him return back.
“Actually, I have some problem here,” I say and he stops some steps away from me.
He turns back raising his brows and asks me, “What kind of problem?”
I get inside the room and show him all the torn dresses to him.
“My angry roommates played a quite more dirty game with me stopping me from going in the party,” I say as I throw them on the floor.
He gives a smirk and walks to me.
“Let me help you, then,” he says and enters inside the room. Wait! I didn’t even call him inside? Who the hell gave the permission to him to get inside the room.
“Wait! Why would you enter without my permission?” I ask but he ignores my voice and starts to dig in the pile of clothes that I had thrown in bed one by one.
His eyes instigates the clothes one by one.
“What are you trying to do? Why are you being so serious with these clothes?” I ask but still no answers.
Is he trying to play a game with me? Trying to be so much speechless and arrogant in front of the sexy lady in the room. He is insane!
“It’s done,” he says arranging some clothes in the bed.
“Wait! What’s done?” I ask.
He shows me the clothes in the bed and they look so amazing even they have holes in them.
“You know ripped off is new trend. Go and try them,” he says.
I look at him still shocked and amazed of his skills. How can this rude, arrogant and playboy guy could have such a good skills with the dresses? He sure has so much more charismatic charms that could fool so many girls but surely not me.
“Should I help you to dress here or would you go to the changing room?” he smiles devilishly.
Pervert!
“I am going and trust me I am going to rip off your eyes if you see me the way you look at other girls,” I warn him as colder as I could with my two fingers directing at him and then to him.
I change to the clothes he arranged for me. It looks amazingly perfect to my body. The golden party dress has the holes in the stomach and at the back of the neckline but who cares if they are just hole when they look perfectly like they were designed.
“It works good, I guess,” I say to him
instead of thanking him for what he did to me. Thank you is the heaviest word that I could bestow on him. He never deserved the one and he never will deserve it from my lips.
“Wait!” he says as he grabs my hands and pull me as I am walking out.
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