CHAPTER 6. “HIS TEN COMMANDMENTS”

"You're attending a party with me". He stated. Something tells me he won't take no for an answer.

"I'll be waiting downstairs," he said, turning to leave the room. He suddenly paused, like he forgot something. He spun back around, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.

"And hey, Bella? Wear something sexy". He said as he left the room. Phew, I let out a relieved breath, the tension finally dissipating.  

"Wear something sexy?" I mimicked, "Who did he think he is anyway?" I rolled my eyes, yet a spark of curiosity ignited within me. 

I headed to my closet, the very same one we came out of. I closed my eyes shut, flushed as the memories flooded back. I quickly took out the clothes I needed and shot the wardrobe back. I settled on a pair of my favorite distressed denim shorts and a pale pink polo shirt, a comfortable yet stylish choice. 

As I made my way downstairs, I wondered what kind of party Zayn was taking me to. Was it the same one Jessica had invited me to earlier? I'd need to come up with a plausible excuse for why I was arriving with Zayn instead.

As I came downstairs, my eyes landed on Zayn, lounging on the sleek black hood of a BMW. The car's luxurious lines and glossy finish exuded opulence. It must be super expensive. He must be from a rich family. 

Our eyes finally met, and his gaze swept over me like a warm caress, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. His smile was laced with desire, as if he could see right through my clothes. I instinctively shrunk into myself, trying to shield myself from his intense scrutiny.

Zayn noticed my discomfort and his eyes locked onto mine, his expression softening slightly.

"You look stunning, Bella," he said, his voice low and husky, his smile gentle. I walked closer, my words caught in my throat.

"So, where are we headed?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"To Jenna's house. That's where the party is being held". He said as he opened the door like a gentle man he is. Yeah like hell.

"I can open doors myself, you know," I teased, trying to hide my blush as i slid into the luxurious interior, the soft seats enveloping me in comfort.

"Well I prefer to do the pleasure". He said smiling as he close the door. He entered too. I looked around the car. It was beautiful, the seat was comfortable and it smelled like Zayn, I love the way he smelled. Like vanilla and peaches. My mind made a flash back to when I held his dick and when he poked his dick to my ass, I flush bright pink with shivers running down my spine.

As we glided through the streets, I couldn't help but steal glances at Zayn, my mind racing with questions. What did he plan to do with that intimate photo of me? His eyes caught mine, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Do you have something you wanna ask me,Bella?". He asked, his voice, low and smooth, his gaze never leaving the road.

I decided to be direct. "What are you going to do with that photo of me?" I asked, my heart beating slightly. His lips curled into a subtle smile.

 "That depends on you," he said, his tone hinting at a secret, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

"Depends on me? How?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I gazed at his perfectly chiseled jawline.

"If you follow my Ten Commandments, everything will be okay," he said, his voice low and velvet, making me shiver.

"Ten Commandments?" I repeated, my interest piqued. He nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

"Yes, just ten simple tasks. Complete them, and the photo disappears forever." He flashed me a quick smile before refocusing on the road ahead. So, all I had to do was complete his ten tasks, and I'd be free from this predicament. But..

"So, I'm your slave now?" I asked, my gaze stern, trying to hide the trepidation that had taken hold of me. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

"I prefer you think of me as your master," he said, his voice low and husky.

Isn't that just the same thing? I thought, my mind racing with the implications.

"W-what kind of orders will you give me?" I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper. It felt like my entire life was in his hands, and I was at his mercy.

Zayn's gaze intensified, his eyes burning with a lustful intensity that made my heart race. "Do you really want to know?" he asked, his voice dripping with promise.

I hesitated, my mind filled with visions of what he might demand of me. Scenarios flashed through my mind, leaving me blushing and nervous. But my curiosity got the better of me. 

"Y-yes, I want to know," I said, my voice barely audible.