Zayn Interracial Imagines

This Is A Forever Thing

Y/N's POV

I look around at all of the men they all seemed to just have come off of work and they were looking for a good fix before going back home to their wife and kids. As soon as the DJ said my stage name I walked out as if I were a model. The men basically ogling at me a smirk finds it way on my face.

The moves just come to me I have been doing this for a year.

Doing what?

Dancing.

I dance here at Xavier's and I am the third most paid dancer here. The men love me and I love their money.

I look in the crowd eye contact is integral as I take my finger motioning for the guy to come to me with my fingers. I tug at his tie and he throws the money he had in his hand on the stage. His hand full of twenties'.

I give him a smile as I back away from him on all fours. As I back away I can't help but to notice the guy in the back staring at me intensely. The guy built sturdy standing to the side of him observing his surroundings as if he were someone important.

Let it go. He's no one.

The bills just kept coming and I knew tonight I'd definitely be getting more customers.

As I finish my set I leave the stage all my bills in hand.

"Oh girl I see you. Moving on up huh?" Angie comments as she smiles at me giving my ass a smack as I go to the changing room throwing my cash in my bag as soon as I was about to put on my clothes to go home one of the security guards came in.

"Y/S/N you have a private dance."

I roll my eyes not even bothering to change into something else.

I follow behind the security towards the room and he opens the door for me.

"Thank you," I take one look inside and I see the guy "stay out here please." I whisper to him. He nods his head and I walk in slowly.

"So what would you like?" I ask him as I get closer my hips moving from side to side as I sit in his laps moving slowly onto him. Which seemed to be working great since he was rock solid.

A look around the room when I see a stack of cash sitting on the table next to us.

His hand pulls my hair to my back as he whispers to me," Zayn wants you to stop dancing."

I stop dead in my tracks and turn back to the guy. His hair freshly shaved and I could see the new ink on his neck. He had to be at least nineteen years old fucking Zayn. I look at the boy as the tears form in his eye.

"Where's your guard?" I whisper to him as I keep dancing.

"He's watching from the camera room."

I wipe his tears as I nod my head.

"Don't be scared," I continue to dance on him "I'll talk to him."

We finish up our session and I walk out my legs feeling like Jell-O. Zayn was the last person I ever wanted to hear of from my past but it's like everywhere I go he follows. I left from LA and now he's still following me.

"Take the money." He says as I walk towards the door. I turn around and grab the wad of cash. I get dressed to go in a hurry giving X his money before I rush out and leave. I walk to my car opening my trunk as I throw in the gym bag full of cash.

"Hello sweetheart." I hear his voice and it's like I can no longer breath.

"Fuck you." I manage to say in a shaky voice as I slam the trunk close.

"Am I scaring you?" I turn around slowly and I so badly want to say yes but I would never give him the benefit of the doubt.

"What do you want? You're supposed to be somewhere hurting someone or sleeping around with some girls are you not? And better yet why are you following me?"

"I am handling business when it calls you know I always answer. I was having a little trouble up here so I decided to come check on my business and you of course."

"Well you don't need to. I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'll appreciate you coming to check on me when that's what he does." The look in his eye changes from calm to alert.

"What boyfriend?" he asks.

"Don't worry about me." I walk away from him going to my car door but he grabs my hand and forces me to look at him.

"Answer me." The grip he has on my hand tight.

"Stop it." I say through gritted teeth and he immediately lets me go,

"I'm sorry okay. You know I never ever meant to hurt you. Just answer my question."

"The boyfriend that I have is none of your concerns."

Lies.

I haven't dated anyone in a while afraid that they'd have some type of connection to him.

"I think you're lying." He gets closer to me.

"Z, just leave me alone please and take your money. I don't need it. I'm doing fine by myself."

"Why is your nonexistent boyfriend not taking care of you?"

"Let the boy go." I say as I look at him directly in his eyes.

"Aw what he got to you?"

"Let him go Zayn he's scared and you're just fucking taunting him."

"If I let him go what will you do for me?"

"Not a damn thing. You haven't proved that anything about you has changed you're still the prick that I left back in LA."

"Bring him!" Zayn yells and in comes the guy his hands behind his back his face red cloth stuffed down his mouth his hands behind his back. The shove him down to the ground and he gets on his knees.

I look down at the boy then up to Zayn.

"What're you going to do to him?"

I see one of the guards pull out a gun with a silencer on it he points it to the guy's head. Zayn walks up to me he pushes my hair back and I get the chills as I feel his finger on my skin. He was blocking my view of the boy and he wouldn't let me turn my head.

I could hear the bullet go off and the tears were blurring my vision and all I could hear was Zayn saying," You will listen to me. You will obey me. You will do whatever the hell I want you to. You will love me again. Do you understand?" he asks and I just nod my head as I see the kids body drop to the floor.

"I SAID," his voice goes higher and then low "do you understand."

"Yes." My voice comes out super low and it shakes.

"Good. Dontae here will take you to your new home with me. Have the chef cook whatever you like I'll be home a little late tonight."

I am definitely continuing this little series!
I am not at all encouraging violence! If this is happening to you or anyone you know ask for help call a hotline. This is not the best thing for you!