Roxana's POV:

I woke up to the sound of heavy rain outside, my head aching as if I'd been hit with a baseball bat. Groaning, I turned around in my huge bed and checked my phone. 2:43 PM. Terrific. I threw my tired legs over the edge and sat there for a moment, exhaling. Hoisting myself up, I went into the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked hollow, my hair was a mess, yesterday's make-up was smeared underneath my eyes, and there was the faint trace of dried blood down my nose. Damn, it had bled again. I cursed and wiped it away. The coke I currently had was some industrial shit, I needed the real stuff. After brushing my teeth and combing my hair, I put on some clothes and made my way downstairs.

“Good Morning, Miss Roxana, do you want some breakfast?” our housekeeper Mary asked friendly once I stepped into the kitchen.

“Just some toast, thanks,” I said and grabbed one from a basket. Passing her, I planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Ever since Irish I was a bit keen on showing my affection for people, and Mary was the closest thing I had to someone who took care of me. She smiled happily and I exited, grabbing a hat from the cloakroom and hurrying to my car. I had one destination in mind. One that would hopefully cure my coke-problem.

Half an hour later, I stopped in front of an apartment complex in London's East End, the place Jeremy Evans lived in. The most high-end dealer you could find on the whole island. I got out and fished out the key reserved for his favourite customers, letting myself in. I rode the elevator to the 23rd floor and knocked on the only door. I heard a few locks click and he opened up.

“Roxana...” a big smile decorated his scruffy, yet handsome face when he saw me.

“I need the good stuff, Jer,” I said harshly and pushed past him. I didn't have the time for small talk.

“What? I don't even get a hug? You're such a badass, huh?” he teased me. I just stood in the middle of the room, looking at him wordlessly.


“Alright, what do you need? Powder? Pills? Shrooms?” he continued and walked over to the table he had it all on display.

“First of all, I need the good coke. One that doesn't make me bleed. Then, I'd like some pills, please. Oh, and weed as well, if you have the good Moroccan stuff,” I said casually, watching him.

“Nice order, sweetheart. Argentina or Bolivia?” he asked, referring to the coke. He turned around and handed me two thin lines on a mirror, together with a roll. I cocked up an eyebrow and licked my finger to taste them. He thought I was an amateur, hah!

“That's the Argentinian one, right?” I asked, motioning to the left line. He nodded. “I'll take it,” I said curtly and he began filling it into small packages. He knew my dose, so he didn't need to ask. Once he had put it all into a big bag, he handed it to me. I gave him a roll full of money, knowing exactly how much he charged. He looked it over shortly and smiled, stepping closer. He put his hands on my hips and leant in close, so his lips brushed my ear.

“There are days I wish you wouldn't be so filthy rich, so that you would have to pay in another way, darling,” he purred. I smiled demonically before getting up and pressing my body against his. I could feel him harden under my skin.

“Not. Gonna. Happen,” I said slowly, pronouncing each word carefully. He looked disappointed, but I gave him a small kiss anyways and left without a word. Maybe, one day, I'll sleep with him. But today was not it.


Zayn's POV:

I was just on my way into Jeremy's building when I almost crashed into a girl. Her dark hair was flying around and I quickly grabbed her arm when we almost collided after rounding a corner. She looked up at me and piercing blue eyes bore themselves into mine.



“Steady, there,” I said without any hint of amusement. I've seen that sort of look before. She was just like me, probably on her way back from Jer. She let out a small breath while maintaining eye-contact. I smirked slightly. I liked what I saw, and I was guessing she did, too. Her free hand slid up my arm and rested on my chest. She was now smiling as well. It was a hunter's smile. Her fingers clasped around my shirt and she drew me down to her lips. I was expecting a kiss, but she bit softly into my earlobe instead and then whispered.

“Hurry,” before letting go. I stood there, dazed and confused, watching her retreating figure. She stepped outside and turned around, lighting a fag while staring at me. I finally got what she meant and made my way to the lift.

“Oh, hey Zayn,” Jer greeted me when he let me in. He had obviously expected someone else, probably the girl.

“The usual, and make it quick, Jer,” I said hastily. He looked at me for a moment before beginning his work.

“So you met her, huh?” he said after a few seconds.

“What if I did?” I asked, not trusting him.

“Be careful, bruv. She's the bad kind of girl,” he warned me. I chuckled.

“Well, I'm sort of the bad kind of boy, so I do not see where the problem is,” I said dryly.

“I mean it, Zayn. It's dark in here,” he said and motioned towards his head. I shrugged my shoulders, I wasn't taking any advice from a drug dealer.

“Have you finished?” I asked impatiently and he handed me the small packages. I gave him the money in return and after he nodded, I made my way to the door.

“Zayn?” he asked once before I was almost out. I turned around and looked at him, annoyance visible. He was smiling, though, and he went over and gave me a small bag with two green pills in it.

“Fuck her hard, alright? For me,” he said and grinned. I was dumbfounded for a moment before I nodded and stepped out. What a fucked-up man.

I hurried down again and found her still in the same spot, waiting so obviously for me, a cute smile playing on her lips.



Roxana's POV:

I knew the moment I saw him that I wanted him in my bed tonight. I detected the same emptiness, the same endless hunger, the same desperation in him that was roaming my insides. Additionally, he was probably the prettiest man I have ever seen. An involuntary smile played across my lips while he came over, trapping me against my car.

“Where to?” he asked in an interesting accent.

“My place,” I said and turned around to get in the car. He casually strolled over to the passenger side and got in as well. I drove to my city apartment, which was only about 10 minutes away. It wasn't as big as our main house, but came in quite handy when I was too lazy to get all the way home or when my parents where home.

He put his hands around my waist protectively when we were walking up to the front door and into the lift. I pressed the button for the top floor and stared at him. We were eyeing each other like prey, and I guess we both knew what would happen once we stepped foot inside a secluded place we had all to ourselves. I took out the bag I got from Jeremy and waved it in front of pretty boy suggestively. He followed suit be showing me his purchase and I let out a crazy laugh before attaching myself to his body. When the door opened, he was holding me up, me legs around his hips, and our lips connected. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, I was hungry for the touch of someone like me, someone who understood. He carried me into my apartment and we quickly dispatched of all the clothes while falling down on the bed, still kissing passionately.



Every single touch of his provoked a feeling in me I'd never felt before. When his lips left mine for the brink of a second, I was missing them, and I didn't want to close my eyes because I feared he would disappear. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, it all felt natural. When we looked at each other, I felt different. I felt like I had come home.