Caitlyn's pov.
I was still shaking under the covering when I felt a depression on the bed. My heart sank and I clutched the duvet tighter.
“Caitlyn.” His husky voice came, and I felt his hand on my head. I stiffened, trying very hard to stay as still as possible but when he chuckled, I knew I was already busted.
“Get up.” He ordered and I sprang up with a loud gasp, pushing backwards until I hit the wall. I curled up like a baby, staring at him with widened eyes and my heart still thumping against my chest.
Zayn didn't look bothered. His face remained firm and void of any emotion, as if he wasn't watching me lose my mind.
“Stay away from me.”
“Calm down.” He almost rolled his eyes. “Let me explain it.”
“I know what I heard, you ordered for someone to be killed and he was gunned
