Versace On The Floor|| Bruno Mars Fan-fiction

Zendaya's POV:

“I can’t believe this! How could you do this to me?” I shouted at my mother as I stormed up the walkway and through the front door of our home.

I stormed through the newly purchased mansion and tossed my dance bag onto the hardwood floor near the foyer.

I hear her expensive, high-heeled designer shoes rapidly click against the wooden flooring as she trails me.

"Zendaya, you’re being ridiculous! Let’s just talk about this! I’m sorry, alright. The meeting that I was in ran a little bit longer than I thought.” She says as she holds my little sister, Emory’s hand.

I suddenly stopped in my tracks, turning around to glare at her. I stop when my younger sister runs over to me.

“Zay Zay, don’t be upset.” Emory looked up at me. I lifted her up and hugged her.

My mother motioned to my sister. “See, your sister is handling this well.” She put her hand on her hip, and I glared at her once more.

My eyes trail her gorgeous facial features that are like the spitting image of mine.

Not a hair on her head was out of place, her makeup flawless, and her skin radiant. Her outfit was revealing as usual.

My eyes trailed down to her neck, which is adorned in expensive diamonds, but underneath her shiny jewels is a noticeably large purplish brown hickey that is poorly concealed with makeup.

I can’t believe that she is lying to my face right now; it’s a new low, even for her.

I have become used to her putting my baby sister and I onto the back burner when it comes to men, but to miss one of the most special and important days in my dance history for a quick fuck is ridiculous.

What made it worse is that Emory, who’s usually my good luck charm, couldn’t be there either. She probably dropped her off at one of her friends’ houses so she could get her fix.

“Emmy?”

“Yes?” My little sister says.

“Go upstairs and wash up for dinner, okay?”

“Okay, Zay Zay.”

I sat her down and she ran upstairs, leaving her backpack at the foot of the staircase. I picked it up and turned to go upstairs, but my mother stopped me.

She grabbed hold of my hand. “Sweetie, come on and let’s talk about this! I will order us dinner from your favorite restaurant, and we can pop in a funny movie and make it a girl’s night. How does that sound? We can celebrate your win!” She attempted to sweeten me up.

I snatch away from her. “I’m sure you’d much rather spend your time getting more hickeys from Peter! If Dad were here, he would have been there at my dance competition! I knew I couldn’t count on you!” I vex.

I angrily grab my trophy and bag before speeding up to my room.

"Zendaya!” I hear her calling me, but I just slammed my bedroom door and fell back onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I swear these days my bedroom is my only escape from the bullshit that I experience living in this house.

I let the tears freely drain from my eyes as I lay down on my back. My eyes glanced over to the picture of my father and I. I pick it up and stare at it, slowly running my finger over his face.

My dad passed away three years ago in a robbery gone wrong in Atlanta, where I grew up, and not even three weeks after his death, my mom moved us here to Los Angeles.

“I miss you, Dad,” I whisper, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

I barely saw him before he died because my mom hated him and wanted to keep me far away, but when I did see him he was like a superhero in my eyes, he fought so hard to get joint custody of me and Emory up until the day he died, he fought for us like I knew my mom wouldn't have.

It was hard to deal with all of this on my own. Emory was just a baby when it happened, so she doesn’t even remember him, and my mom won’t even talk about him anymore.

I begin to feel bad when I think about how I talked to my mom, but she deserved it. For the past year, it has been all about her and her new man, who just so happens to be singer Bruno Mars.

I get it, she dates a damn legendary music superstar, but that doesn’t mean that she should neglect her children for him or forget my dad.

I didn’t mind Bruno, though. He has been spoiling her since they got together.

He bought her this big mansion and has been dressing her in diamonds and designer clothes.

I believe that the money is starting to go to her head, add her new obsession with becoming a runway model, and her favoritism of my little sister, and I am considered invisible to her.

We have never been that close, I think our personality clash or maybe I have mommy issues from the shit she did when I was younger and the many nights I spent alone left to raise myself and Emory while she chased man after man.

I won first place at the statewide dance competition today, and she wasn’t even in the audience to cheer for me. She didn’t even bring my baby sister. I am going to nationals, and she didn't even say congratulations.

I’m so thankful that my best friend, Jasmina, and my boyfriend, Jordan, were there cheering in the audience to support me while I was competing.

I’m broken from my thoughts when there is a gentle knock on my door.

“Can I come inside?” I hear a slightly raspy and deep voice speak. I roll my eyes at the sound of him, what the hell does he want?

“Nope.” I retort with an attitude, placing my father’s picture back on my nightstand before standing up to go into my closet to find some comfy clothes for my shower.

“Come on, Zen. Don’t be like that! I have something special for you.” He pleads and I continue to ignore him.

"You weren't at the competition either so it's a little too late for your pity gifts." I sassed.

He sighed. "Zen, you know I never miss a competition of yours, I am your biggest fan! I told your mother for weeks to remind me of the date, and she didn't. I am so sorry, I have been so wrapped up with my new music and shows. You know I would have pushed everything to the side to support you."

"I don't want to hear it, Bruno. Have a good night." I brushed him off.

“Guess I’ll just have to stand out here all night then.” He pushes. I clutch my hands over my ears when he starts to whistle and hum just to annoy the hell out of me.

“Jesus, would you just leave me alone! I am trying to shower so that I can nap.” I groan.

“Fine, Zen. I will just leave your gifts out here, but you can forget about taking that nap! Your mother and I are taking you and your sister out to a fancy dinner to celebrate your big win!” He chimes.

“Great,” I say with fake enthusiasm. “Goodbye now.”

I hear him mumbling something about a cigarette or something before I hear his footsteps finally walking away.

When I’m sure he left, I wrapped my robe tightly around my body and headed over to the door.

When I open it, I see pink flowers, a Valentino shopping bag, and stacks of money sitting on the table near my door.

I smile to myself as I sniff the roses. The gesture was really sweet, even though it was coming from a pint-sized jerk. The Valentino heels were a nice touch.

“I guess he’s not all that bad,” I mumble to myself as I pick the generous gift up and take it into my bedroom.

Bruno’s POV:

“How did it go, baby?” Cassandra asked me as I walked into our bedroom. She is sitting down on the edge of the bed, moisturizing her legs.

I sighed. “She still hates my ass.” I slip an unlit cigarette between my lips and light it before plopping back on the bed.

“Aw, honey! She doesn’t hate you, she just hasn’t gotten adjusted to this lifestyle yet, and she still has so much love for her dad that she doesn’t want to see me with anyone else.”

I watch as she crawls across the bed to straddle my lap. Her robe is open, displaying a black lace bra and panties underneath.

I rest my hand on her left hip while I blow smoke with the other.

“I understand that, babe, but I am not trying to take her father’s place; I just want her to like me. I want to form a relationship with her.” I explained to Cassie.

“You forming a bond with Zendaya isn’t that important, baby, I should be your number one priority,” Cassie says.

I squinted my eyes, staring at her bewilderedly. “Baby, you know you are my priority, but your daughters are important to me too,” I mutter, causing her to roll her eyes at me.

“Look, if we are going to be a family, she has to really get over all of this hostility she has against me. Do you know I gave her some copies of my records for her record player, and she said she hates all my music and she burned them in the fireplace!”

She nodded. “I guess you’re right, but focus on us right now, and Zen will warm up to you when she’s ready.” She starts to lick and kiss my neck softly as she speaks.

I ashed out the remainder of my cigarette and closed my eyes.

“Cassie, I’m not in the mood right now. Go get dressed so we can head to the restaurant at a decent time.” I pulled my neck away from her lips and kissed her on her forehead.

I try to sit upright and gently lift her up off my lap, but she pushes me back down.

I feel the vibration of her giggling against my neck as her hands run down the front of my blue silk Versace shirt.

“Ohh, come on, daddy! When are you ever not in the mood? Let’s just sneak a quick one in before dinner.”

I look up into her big, sultry brown eyes as she begins to undo the buttons on my shirt.

I sighed and grabbed her hands to stop her. “Baby, we have had sex twice today, don’t you think that’s enough? I mean, you even came by the studio and we did it in a fucking broom closet.”

I lift her off of me and stand, buttoning my shirt and slicking over my curly hair.

She angrily strips her robe off and tosses it onto the bed with an attitude.

“Well, excuse me! I did not know there was some sort of limit on how many times a day I could cum!” She angrily stormed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“Babe!” I called out, following her and knocking on the door.

“Leave me alone, Bruno! I’m doing my makeup!” She screamed out.

I tossed my hands in the air. “Fine! I am going to go check on Zen and Em and see if they’re dressed. You really need to fix that little attitude of yours, too.” I shake my head as I leave the bedroom.

I head back down the long hallway and up a short stairway that leads to Daya’s room.

I can hear music blaring from the other side of the door when I knock.

The door creaks open, and I peek inside to see her dancing around and moving her hips while trying to pull on black, red-bottom high heels.

“Aye, throwback!” She chimes as the song changes. I lean against the door and hold in my laugh when she starts twerking.

“Wave your hand side to side, put it in the air! Come through, Beyoncé!” She shouts.

I slowly tiptoe into the room behind her, and I start to dance and twerk too, mimicking her movements.

Her eyes widened when she noticed me dancing playfully in the mirror behind her, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

“What the hell are you doing? You look ridiculous!” She giggles, holding her stomach.

I place my hand on my hip, acting like a girl to make her laugh more.

“Whatever! You just jealous because I’m young and I got a debit card and I know where the party at!” I act out my skit from SNL.

“You just mad because you ain’t got this! Quit hating, alright, cause Jesus made me perfect!” I sassily snapped my fingers, and she was in actual tears by the time I finished.

I laugh with her, and we are suddenly interrupted by Cassandra’s voice.

“What is going on in here?” She asks us as she walks into the room, putting in her earrings.

“Oh, we are just joking around, I finally got Zendaya to laugh.” I nudge Daya with my elbow, and she smiles and rolls her eyes.

“Let me go see if Emory needs help putting on her shoes.”Zendaya walks past me and her mother.

Cassie turned her head to call to Zendaya. “Make sure she wears the shiny, black shoes.” She says. She turns back to me. “Really?” She asks.

“What?” I said innocently, putting my hands into my pockets.

She shakes her head. “Quit clowning around, the car is outside.” She flips her hair, pulls down her cocktail dress, and walks out of the room.

I walked into the hallway, slightly irritated. Zendaya entered the hallway holding Emory’s hand.

“She’s never late when it’s time to show off her expensive outfits and jewelry.” Zendaya joked as she grabbed her clutch from the hallway table.

I chuckle and turn to her, getting a good look at her outfit while she applies her lipstick in the mirror.

She looks phenomenal, and she’s not even dressed flashy like her mom.

“What is it?” She asks when she notices me staring at her in the reflection.

I shake my head. “Nothing, you just look beautiful tonight.”

I grinned at her before I made my way towards the door, and she surprisingly smiled back as she took her baby sister downstairs.