Married to my nemesis-Chapter 36: Why Zayn?

Phoebe came out of the car trying to maintain her steps, she was too drunk to know where she was heading.

Meanwhile, she left the driver speechless when the mistress suddenly opened the door of the car while it was still driven.

His heart pondered he felt scared by this new dare of his boss, he never knew he would hurriedly step on the brakes just to ensure the safety of his boss.

He turned to the side to see the woman.

For crying out sake, was she so drunk she didn’t know that she made him stop at the side of a highway?

Fortunately, since it was midnight and the night wasn’t busy, he was able to park at the side of the highway.

Meanwhile, Phoebe tried her best to balance her steps despite being drunk, she felt she had a headache bore her head.

She raised her hands and dug her fingers into her hair but then again, she felt nauseous, she immediately headed towards the railings of the bridge of the highway and then she vomited.

"Urghh," she grunted frightening the driver, he came down the car about to approach her but she raised her hand to stop him.

He was scared, he didn’t want to be blamed for the death of his boss but she seemed adamant.

"Hey, what are you doing? If you run toward me then you might trip, and if that happens you’ll move over the railing and then you’ll wushhhh... You’ll fall into the lagoon instead of me. We know you don’t want that, don’t you think so?" She stated in laughter with an act of terror.

She spoke like the narrator of her driver’s death.

But then that’s if he fell down the bridge, it would be like being a drunkard who’s the narrator.

She didn’t start the driver’s biography but she ended it.

She laughed at her thought.

Her condition may be the effect of the alcohol, that’s why she thought silly.

Hearing the words of the master, the driver had no other motive but to oblige to her word but panic was seen all over his face terrified.

If he obliges to her words then it might cost him his job.

He didn’t want to take the risk.

"Oh my head," she grunted as she reached out for her head and then she scratched it.

"It seems I have to use something to stop the pain," she suggested to herself, and then her eyes surveyed around to find something but then she stopped at someone’s voice.

"And what are you going to use?" The person stated that made the driver turn behind and likewise Phoebe, she looked through the driver’s figure.

When her eyes set on who it was, she scoffed.

Isn’t it funny that she could see him even if she was drunk?

Phoebe and the driver saw Zayn standing behind dressed in a casual outfit, a short, and a shirt.

It was heavily soaked.

They figured out at the next moment that he must have had a jog.

From the picture, he had a pair of earbuds on.

Phoebe chuckled, from gaze she was trying to decide if he was a troublemaker or some handsome devil presented in front of her.

"Sir, who are you?" The driver questioned out of ignorance.

"Hey, I know this one, he’s a lousy boy, a very lousy one," she said in a cold serious tone as she pointed her finger at him, she got down the railing pavement and then walked toward him till her finger hit his chest.

"Ma’am, I think you should go home, is too late to be outside," Zayn said in a calm tone as she raised her head to look at him, a creepy smile reached her cheeks, revealing her dimples.

"You want me to go home at this time? But, but I don’t want to go home yet," she turned to the view of the lagoon as she placed her head on his chest like a pillow.

"You see the beautiful view? Who would want to leave it lonely and go home?" She stated calmly though childishly and then she raised her head to catch him staring at her.

"I need water," she said with pouty lips like a begging child.

"Do you have water?" Zayn requested the driver as he went to the car to take the bottle that was Phoebe’s and then gave it to him.

"Sir, please stay in the car, I’ll bring her into the car." The driver nodded to his humble order as he obliged.

"Now the water is here, do you want to get water?"

Phoebe nodded.

"Bring the water, I want to drink," she pouted with pleases.

"As it is I’m also thirsty and I don’t know if the water would contain the both of us, I should drink first," Zayn stated teasingly holding the half-full bottle, Phoebe had a sour look when she heard his logic.

"The reason why is if I give you the bottle first then you might pour the water away."

Phoebe chuckled, she pointed her finger at him.

"Is like you’ve read my mind."

"Okay, then, I don’t want you spilling the water so we’ll share it."

He poured a gulp of water into his mouth and then Phoebe who was expecting to receive the bottle next, had her chin raised then, he bent slowly and then softly bit her lower lip with a lick.

Phoebe reacted by moaning giving him the chance to pour the water into her mouth and then she drank.

Once he was done, he shifted a bit to take a look at her face.

"Are you satisfied?" He questioned mischievously as she shook her head a bit, he was ready to take a lick off her lip once again as he raised her chin about to tease her body with his kiss.

But then he discovered her two eyes were shut for the night.

She was asleep.

With the strength he had, he carried her gently in the car.

He placed her in the car like a fragile piece.

"She’s ready to go," he confirmed the driver.

Phoebe shielded her face with a pillow affected by the rays of sunlight that came through her window.

With a lazy body, she was unwilling to get up but then it occurred to her as she immediately yelped from the bed.

At that moment she remembered what had happened the other night. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She was full of awe she couldn’t believe the scenario and prayed it was just a nightmare but she couldn’t trust her guts.

She needed to divert her thoughts from a silly scenario.

It can’t be.

But her guts told her she was only deceiving herself so she hurriedly stood up the bed and then went to the kitchen.

Once she got there, the maids were not yet around so she used the chance to see if her bottle was in the sink but it wasn’t there.

She came so late so it must be there, she checked the sink but it wasn’t there then she discovered her bottle was in the cupboard with her other bottles.

It was confirmed, that she wouldn’t leave her bottle in the sink unless it was emptied, which meant that she did kiss Zayn the other night.

With the shock and pressure to take in, she took a bottle and then smashed it in disbelief.

The maids were alerted from where they were as they rushed to the kitchen to see where the sound had come from.

"I didn’t see it was going to break," she mildly explained, she felt numb as she walked out of the kitchen.

With her head confined.

"I hear something break what was that?" Britney questioned as she came near to the entrance of the kitchen.

"Oh, it was my bottle, it broke accidentally," Phoebe explained frustratedly but her tone was calm.

She entered the elevator in thoughts of moving to Max’s room.

She anticipated feeling a bit nervous.

She couldn’t believe it happened.

Once she got into the room, she switched on the lights and then called out to him.

"Max!!" When Max didn’t listen to her the first time, she took a pillow from his bed and then threw it at the sleepy head.

Out of disturbed peace, Max sleepily raised his upper body, a groan left his lips as he removed his sleep mask.

"Hey sleepy head, wake up."

"Where’s your phone?" She added as she stood in front of him with folded arms.

"Is in the drawer, what happened?" He asked still sleepy as Phoebe walked in the direction to take his phone.

When she turned on the phone, she placed it in front of his face so it could unlock the phone biometrically and then she swapped through it.

"Wait, what’s happening?" Phoebe didn’t reply as she removed her phone from her pocket then she copied and pasted Zayn’s phone detail on her phone.

She threw his phone on the bed when she was done.

"What did you do?" Max questioned but then she ghosted him as she left the room.

Max’s eyes widened as he watched her leave the room.

He had a squinch on his face.

That was obviously weird.

In the meanwhile, Phoebe stared at Zayn’s phone number as she was in thought for awhile should she call him or not?

If she was going to call the spoilt brat and confront him then it might affect the business.

Besides, he was the one handling the proposal, she told herself she couldn’t confront him especially when the business deal could help improve the business.

She sighed frustratedly and scolded herself, why did she have to get drunk and meet him?

Just as she thought about it, her thoughts yanked her, how did he get to the highway bridge?

He wasn’t living around that area, was he?

And she remembers that she saw him in a casual outfit.

To get the information about his home address, she had no other choice but to ask her annoying brother.

So she had an apologetic face on as she matched back to Max’s room and this time knocked on the door.

Max frustratedly sat up, he couldn’t bear his sleep being disrupted.

"What is it, now?" He growled.

Phoebe anxiously walked into to room, behind her back she clasped her hands since she felt timid about what she was about to do.

"Max, do you know Zayn’s house location?"