Complicated Relationship

Maya's voice pierced the rain-soaked air, her words a declaration of ownership and protection. 

"Back off!" she yelled, her fists clenched at her sides.

She stepped in front of him, her naked body glistening with the water that clung to her curves. Her eyes were fiery, a stark contrast to the serene expression she usually wore.

The others, momentarily taken aback, stared at her. They did not expected resistance from someone so young. 

Zayn, equally surprised, stepped back. He didn't expect her to have this side—she always looked so tame and innocent.

"Maya, it's okay," he murmured, unsure how to react to her sudden protectiveness—or obsession, whichever described her better at the moment.

But she wasn't listening. She was in a zone of her own, a guardian standing between her man and the girls trying to steal him. 

Both women looked at each other, then back at Maya. They were hungry for pleasure, desperate, and not easily deterred.

One of them, a blonde with a smug smile, reached out to touch Zayn's chest.

"I said, don't touch him!" 

Maya's reaction was swift and decisive. She slapped the woman's hand away, hard enough to leave a red mark.

The blonde's eyes narrowed, and she took a step forward. "Bitch," she spat.

Maya knew she must be the one to make the first move, to show them she wasn't to be messed with.

Without another word, she grabbed a shampoo bottle and swung it at the blonde girl's head, but he stopped her just in time.

"Don't be stupid. Just take a bath," he sighed, then turned his attention to the other girls. "And that goes for all of you too."

The blonde girl flinched, her eyes wide with shock and anger. She rubbed the spot where the bottle almost hit her, glaring at Maya but saying nothing.

Maya huffed, obviously frustrated, but reluctantly pulled back, crossing her arms with an annoyed expression. 

The other girls exchanged uneasy glances, whispering among themselves. Some rolled their eyes, while others shifted uncomfortably, clearly not used to seeing such drama.

Meanwhile, Zayn shook his head and massaged the bridge of his nose.

'Women are scary,' he muttered to himself, letting out a quiet sigh. 

He made a mental note to never judge a book by its cover.

Maya's wild side was something he never expected beneath her tame, innocent face.

Having studied psychology, he knew her outburst wasn't just born from heightened emotions.

People don't change that quickly; there was something deeper beneath the surface, simmering long before this encounter.

For example, someone who is usually timid would always show signs of hesitation, even in difficult situations. They don't have a switch they can flip to suddenly become fearless.

"Zayn," Maya spoke up to get his attention.

Instead of acknowledging her, he barely looked at her.

"Just clean yourself first, Maya," he said, his tone blunt. 

She opened her mouth to explain her actions, but he turned away without a second glance, dismissing her completely.

This was his strategy.

Talking to her directly wouldn't change much. Zayn knew that her stubbornness would made her bias.

So instead of engaging her in the usual back-and-forth, he decided to manipulate the situation by showing his displeasure in a different way. 

By acting indifferent, he knew she would unconsciously start to think she did something wrong. It was a psychological tactic, like the reward and punishment system used to train behavior.

She wouldn't receive the validation or attention she sought, making her question her actions.

That lack of response would, in turn, push her to try harder to gain his approval or attention. 

At the same time, his stance would also position him as neutral in the eyes of others. 

This subtle display of indifference allowed him to maintain a sense of authority and control, which in turn raised his value in their eyes.

Leaning on the corroded metal wall of the shipping container, he couldn't help but watch the scene unfold before him.

The rainwater turned into a makeshift shower, and they started to lather themselves with the soap.

The dim light cast an eerie, yet strangely alluring glow on their wet, naked bodies.

As they brushed against each other, helping to wash off the grime of their harsh lives, it was impossible not to feel a twinge of arousal.

Some of them had tattoos that snaked down their spines or adorned their breasts, each one telling a story.

The piercings in their tits and slits glinted like jewels in the soft light, adding an edgy allure to the otherwise desolate surroundings.

One of them caught his gaze, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She reached out to her friend, their bodies moving in a slow, seductive rhythm as they helped each other clean those most intimate of areas.

Maya followed his line of sight, her eyes narrowing slightly. She knew the look in his eyes, the way his pupils dilated with desire.

She was frustrated, the urge to lash out was building inside her, but she held it in. She didn't want him to hate her.

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Authors Note.

Sorry for the long update. I got sick.