His Weapon - Book 1 [Z.M]

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Malik.

I expected him to yell at me as he has been doing for weeks but instead, his lips found mine hungrily. His palm rested flat on my stomach. Knowing better than to touch him, I pressed my hands against the wall and kissed him back. I really did want to touch him, to know how it'd feel... He has never allowed me to touch him but I wish he would.
His wet tongue pushed its way into my mouth with ease and sucked on my tongue. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled away, looking me dead in the eyes. How I would give anything to have him love me and not just want me.
     "I hope you know you are getting punished tonight baby girl?"
He asked, still pressing me hard against the wall. I nodded. I was looking forward to it— my last punishment, or correction, whatever term he uses.
     "We should get going."
He told me firmly, taking a few steps back and walked away, expecting me to follow him which I did.

We arrived back to where everyone was and he told a few people we were leaving including Alberto. He guided me out of the building and my eyes landed on his black Mercedes Maybach S600 waiting for us.
He took his keys from the valet and thanked him. With a straight face, he opened the door for me and I sat in and watched him walk to the driver's side. He looked at me and smiled slightly which caught me off guard. I was definitely seeing things because Zayn Malik doesn't smile— not at me.
He always wore an expressionless face around me but I indeed caught him laughing his ass off with his friends a few times. I never told him though, he would have exploded with anger.

The ride was silent as usual. Zayn never really spoke to me no matter how I tried to strike up a conversation. We just have a sexual relationship which I'm being paid for and I understood that. I never pushed the line to get to know him after I had failed several times.
He parked the car before the big glass entrance and once we made an exit, he gave the key to the valet.
Zayn replied to a few greetings here and there until we reached the elevator. He swiped his card for the 11th floor to his penthouse, not saying a word to me as usual and I was sick of it. The elevator dinged signalling that we had arrived and it opened, revealing his perfect apartment.

That's the problem, everything has to be perfect for Zayn to be impressed.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and it caught his attention. His gaze fell on me but he didn't say anything.
There I was saying I wasn't going to sign another contract but I didn't even know if he wanted to continue with me. The thought of him using another woman sickened me. As much as I hate to admit It, I would kill just to be the only woman in his life and that scared me.
I walked past him into my bedroom— the one he assigned to me whenever I stayed over. He never lets me sleep in his room, that's a taboo to him.

I entered the bathroom and washed my face to get rid of the makeup immediately. I'm not a makeup person but he makes me wear it whenever we are going out in public. It had never been a problem but when it comes to Zayn, something about it makes me feel like he doesn't think I'm pretty enough.
Slipping out of my dress, I changed into one of the many clothes Zayn bought for me; sweatpants and a tank top. I needed to talk to him, to tell him that I wasn't going to sign another contract.
I made my way towards the door but stopped. Before I could talk myself out of it, I walked back towards my closet and changed into a lingerie. I wrapped a robe around my bare skin, pulled my hair from the elastic band and finally made my way out.

I walked past his playroom knowing it's the last time I was going to be in it— that's if he wanted to. It's not all the time that he wants to, but he did promise me a punishment. I never hated sex with Zayn and even though his punishments could be harsh sometimes, I was going to miss them.
He never forced me to do anything and I willingly agreed to sexual activities to be added to the contract— it was either that or no sex at all. Considering the amount of money he was willing to pay me, I didn't think it'd be fair if I didn't give myself to him— he didn't even need to pay to have it.
I knocked on his door and waited patiently for him to call me in but nothing came. Fuck it, I sighed, pushing his door open and stepped in. My heart was pounding against my chest. I heard the shower running and made myself comfortable at the edge of his bed.
I wasn't going to back down from this decision. The shower was turned off and seconds later Zayn stood before me with a towel hung loosely around his waist. I shut my eyes tightly in order not to fall at his feet and beg him to continue the contract with me if he had wanted to end it. He looked absolutely sexy and I wanted to run my fingers all over him— too bad I've never touched him, not in the way I'd want to.

He furrowed his brows. I wanted to trace my fingers over his tattoos. . . Ugh. He is indeed a very distracting sight to behold.
     "What are you doing here?"
He asked sternly, his hair falling loosely across his beautiful features. I couldn't help but get distracted by how red the tip of his nose looked. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I was anything but scared compared to before, I was determined.
     "I wanted to talk to you?"
I asked quietly, the last thing I wanted was for him to go batshit on me. He has anger issues.
     "It could have waited until I called for you Muna, you know I don't like it when you break the rules."
He said calmly but I could tell he was annoyed. He never allowed me into his room without his permission and I knew full well that by doing so I wouldn't be on his good side.
I exhaled deeply and ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly.
     "I'm sorry Sir, it's important."
I tried my best not to go apeshit on him. Like what the fuck? I just came into his room and that's the worst thing I could have possibly done? He was acting like I was the cause of HIV and Aids or even Malaria.

Fuck him.

He arched his brow expectantly and I rolled my eyes. His jaw clenched and I knew immediately that I fucked up. I expected him to drag me into the playroom and punish me but he didn't move. His eyes bore holes into my head and I couldn't help the chills that ran through my body. . .
     "Don't roll your eyes at me Muna."
He barked calmly. What was with him and being calm today? I ran my fingers through my hair frustratedly again. It was so hard to tell him to his face like I had intended.
He raised a brow, waiting for what I had to say and I just sat there distracted by my thoughts. I knew it had only been seconds but it felt like an eternity. I knew for a fact that blood wasn't flowing through me at that point.
     "What is it Muna?"
He broke the silence impatiently. My eyes snapped in his direction, I had been looking everywhere and at everything except for him. I sighed heavily

There goes nothing...

     "I don't know if you know, but today is the last day of our agreement."
I spoke weakly. I internally prayed I wouldn't make a fool of myself. Waiting for his response— words. . . But he just nodded. I tried to focus on what I was saying but he was very distracting.
     "I don't know if you want to continue with me or not b—"
I was speaking like I had hot rice in my mouth so it could come to an end quickly but I was interrupted.
     "—Take it easy Muna," He said, clearly amused at my expense. It's either I was having a good dream or Zayn woke up on the right side of the bed because he had been sleeping on the wrong side ever since he met me. Because his attitude towards me always proved so. He was being overly nice, on a normal day he never spoke to me like this. I always had a feeling that whatever I was telling him was boring him to death.
     "Of course I want to continue with you Muna," He added and my eyes literally flew out of my socket. I was a little shocked at the way he had been acting earlier but nothing can top what he just said to me.

Why would he want to continue with me? He did break his rule the first time by letting me sign it a second time but a third time? Silence engulfed us as he stared directly at me. I didn't know what to make of this.
For the first time since I signed the very first contract, I was feeling like I was wanted by Zayn. . . Then reality sunk in, I wanted to get away from him because he isn't good for me and just the heat of the moment wasn't going to change my mind.
     "I can't do it Zayn," I whispered. I wasn't sure if he had heard me until I saw his dumbfounded expression. It wasn't his emotionless expression as always, he just looked to be the most shocked man on earth.

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A/N: There goes the first chapter guys. I have soo much planned for this book and I really hope it's liked.

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