72 Wedding Night 1 (1/2)

ZAYN

Wedding night.

I imagined many things for this night but none of them was actually what was happening. For one, I was stupidly tired; tired enough that I ripped off my jacket and tie and left the buttons of my shirt undone. And two, I was damn frickin' pissed.

Mostly, though, I was just tired.

Since we had busted all the traditions anyway, I didn't mind breaking another one.

”You guys can leave,” I muttered to the girls—who the heck were they anyway? I'd never before met them.

All of them giggled at once, making my ears bleed. ”How can we leave so soon?” I hated the teasing lilt to their voices. Who gave them the right to speak in a flirtish manner?

Leia stood from the bed, gathering her skirt between two fistfuls. ”Leave, guys. I'll see you soon. I'll take Abdar Rahman from you.”

They exchanged looks. ”He'll sleep with you here?” Hoor asked, confusion clear.

I pointedly cleared my throat. ”Not to be mean, but this seriously is none of your business. Please, we are tired.” Just get the heck out of here.

She huffed, rolling her eyes, handed over Abdar Rahman to Leia and left along with the other girls. I shut the door after them, locking it to ensure nobody came to annoy us. Hopefully, they'd all left by now. Just to be sure, I sent a quick text to my guard to ensure nobody lurked around.

”Zayn, can we talk?” Her voice was a torture I wasn't willing to go through.

”Not now,”

”Zayn, please. Don't ruin this special night for both of us. You're overreacting.”

My chest heaved as I turned to face her. I let out a rough laugh. ”Overreacting? Go to hell.” I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth.