Hell Sweet, Kayla

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I unlock the door stepping into Zayn’s huge home. Dropping my purse on the floor quietly making my way inside the big house in search of a soul for it was all too quiet, and I got a bit nervous.

He said to keep an open mind; yet I find myself doing the exact opposite dancing in my own curiosity as to what will take place today.

Will we have sex?

Will he fuck me like the videos I watched, much for my enlightenment?

Am I expected to feel pains from wiping?

What if I don’t get to please him after it all, will he call off the contract?

How will I explain the marks to my best friend if caught?

How rough will he be… can Zayn be?

All thoughts invading head.

Fiddling my thumbs to stop the anxiety from making a wreck out  of me before I even get started peeking my head into a new passageway only to find it empty.

Mrs. Abbey is nowhere to be found.

Never have I seen a day she is not here in attendance, or, Zayn simply gave her an off day so he can exert his dominance on me without being seen by his help.

I gulp. Open mind, Kayla.

Breathing out of my lips, I push the thought aside even though it seems haunting walking towards the rooms to find them empty.

It rose my brows up looking at my phone while chewing my lower lip.

Huffing. “It is Tuesday, why is he not here if he specifically mentioned I should be here?” I ask myself aloud closing the last door on my left.

Suddenly. Deep baritone voice asks. “How was your dinner?” I yelp, jumping high in the air holding my heart frightfully.

Still in my state of alarm. “Jesus Christ!” I exclaim.

Hearing the loud thump of my heart beat away while I try to calm down spiked nerves.

Zayn made no comment nor an attempt to act upon my frightened state; using my peripheral vision I notice him stylishly dressed in dark pant trouser and matching dress shirt which he did fold to elbow length.

Breathless. “You should have just… you know, Christ!” Slouching low to catch my breath lost for words, panting like I ran a mile.

Tilting my gaze at him just standing there watching me with a funny look on his face like he did not give me a heart attack.

Fluttering my lashes close taking in a deep breath, I place my back to the wall counting therapeutic numbers in other to regain myself and compose my heartbeat back to its normal pace pushing away any rush of sudden adrenaline.

Slowly opening the pair just to see his beautiful greens still on me. I sigh.

Yup, he really is going to stand there looking at me piss myself out.

Zayn lean against the cream colored wall, arms folded as a show off of his defined biceps and strong chest peeking out from the three open buttons of his dress shirt.

A long leg cross the other watching me come out of it. Not a word.

His hair neatly styled to perfection, not a strand astray. Pink plump lips lies on neatly shaved chin making me wonder how such a guy can relish on crazy sexual fantasy all in the name of pleasure.

Simple and prim; still, why so strange?

His voice snaps me out of shallow thoughts. “I ask, sweet Kayla… how was your dinner?”