"I have a proposal for you—"
Zayn said, all too familiar words— words I've heard before and hence why I'm here and know who the fuck he is in the first place.
I stared at him in silence, contemplating on what my reply should be. He looked calm but I've also known Zayn long enough to know he was beyond angry and trying to control himself.
"I'm not interested."
I stated firmly. I had no idea what he was going to say but I didn't want to hear it.
My mind was made up— I want nothing to do with Zayn, for the sake of my mental health.
My life hasn't been the smoothest, I've been through a lot of fucked up things and the last thing I wanted was to fall back into a situation involving Zayn in any way.
However, he didn't look discouraged. He took a few steps closer to me, my heels enabling us to be the same height.
"You haven't heard what it's going to be."
"—I don't want to know, I don't want a part of anything involving you."
I bluntly replied, my mind having a mouth of its own.
His confident physique faded, a look of hurt flashed through his eyes. As usual, they were gone as soon as they appeared.
"Please hear me out!"
He begged, stepping closer than he already was which caused the hair on my body to stand.
I couldn't understand why he was being so persistent. That wasn't the Zayn I know. The Zayn I know never begged, he made an offer and that's it— you take it or leave it.
What was this proposal that he was so desperate to make?
I shook my head no.
"No Zayn. Let's just leave things the way they are."
I pleaded also— wanting him to understand where I was coming from as well.
"And which way is it?" He asked.
I was speechless— not knowing how to reply.
"—Laying on your back for Nick?"
He added. My eyes snapped in his direction— my body tensed.
Fucking asshole.
I felt really insulted but then again what did I expect? I sold myself to him, I shouldn't expect him to think highly of me or have any form of respect for me.
I chuckled bitterly— trying my hardest to hide my heartbreak.
"I'm not having this discussion with you. Whoever I decide to fuck is my own business."
I tried to walk past him but he blocked my way.
"No, it isn't."
He growled, sending my anger to the roof.
What fucking nerves?
"Do you always harass all the women who signed your damn contract?"
I snapped, asking randomly because nothing was making sense.
This is the man I would have given up my life just to get his attention, love and heart— all of which never happened and now? Now he suddenly finds me relevant?
"Are you always this hard to talk to?"
He answered my question with a question.
"Only when nothing seems to make sense. What do you really want from me?"
His eyes darkened, he brought his hands up, pulling me swiftly into his chest.
I gasped because I wasn't expecting it.
"What the fu—"
I was cut off by Zayn's lips on mine. His hand holding tightly onto my waist as he molested my mouth. Without bothering to ask for permission his tongue pushed it's way into my mouth. He walked forward causing me to walk backwards as well. My back hit the cold wall— in the corner and away from sight.
This time I wasn't trying to be rebellious by touching him, my hand remained behind my back and I kissed him back with fervour.
He sunk his teeth into my bottom lips erupting the taste of blood. Our kiss was nothing compared to the way Nicholas had kissed me earlier.
He pulled back, our breathing ragged. My mouth hung open with his ghosting over it. Everything that happened left me wet— wanting him to explore me further.
He spun me around, my front meeting the cold wall. I gasped, he wasn't being rough and wasn't being gentle as well— just how I liked it.
I arched my back, pushing my ass into his erection.
I had no idea what had taken over me. Suddenly my anger was gone and all I wanted was him— in whatever way I could get him.
"I don't want anything from you, I want you."
He whispered, taking my earlobe into his mouth for what felt like the hundredth time.
I moaned— pushing harder into him. It was in the heat of a moment so I wasn't going to dwell on his words.
His hands trailed down to my hips, his left one stopping at my bare skin that was exposed by my spilt. I shivered, planting my palms on the wall to avoid reaching over for him.
He slid his hand into my dress as he begun to kiss my neck. It went down instantly, rubbing me through my almost nonexistent barrier.
"Uuhh." I moaned— throwing my head back, over his shoulder. He began rubbing furiously and harder.
"You're so fucking wet for me."
He growled into my ears, turning his head to kiss my jaw as my mouth hung wide open.
He pushed my thong to the side, pausing for a second to torture me. I grabbed his hand, attempting to guide it towards my soaking and needy vagina but he chuckled— pulling away and bringing it up to my breast.
"Fuck."
I moaned from his tight grip on my breast.
"That's right, who's making you feel this good?"
He asked, sinking his teeth into my neck. I couldn't take it anymore, I brought my finger to my thighs.
Just as I was about to do the fingering myself he grabbed my hand, stopping me.
"No one, I repeat no one is allowed to fuck you or cause you any form of pleasure except for me, not even you."
He growled and with that, he plunged his finger into me causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
"Uuh yeah."
I moaned, grabbing his waist from behind but this time he stopped me. Holding my roaming hand in his, he pumped his finger in and out of me furiously.
In, out, in, out. Anyone could've walked in on us considering we were on the balcony but I honestly didn't care at that particular moment.
"Oh, my go- uuh."
I became a moaning mess. I was close to climaxing, my abdomen became full, indicating my need to release.
"I'm coming."
I grunted out, my throat arid. This made him speed up beyond comprehension. At that point, I genuinely wasn't breathing.
"Come for me baby, come on daddy's fingers."
That was enough to cause my walls to clench as I came undone around his thick fingers. The word daddy pushing me over the edge. I would never admit this to him but I loved the idea and fact of him being my daddy. I've always had a daddy kink, even before I met Zayn.
He sloppily thrust in and out to ride out my orgasm, our breathing uneven as he pressed his body to mine.
He flipped me around so I was face to face with him. His hand rested flat on my stomach, pushing me further on the wall. We held each other's gaze for what felt like decades.
Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth, watching me seductively as he slipped it into his lips. He screwed his eyes shut, humming delightfully at my taste on his tongue. It was absolutely the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.
"You taste so good."
He whispered— bringing his lips closer to mine.
There was soo many questions running
through my mind by then but the one that stuck out the most was why?
Why was he doing and saying all these things to me?
"Why are you doing this?"
I breathed out, forcing out my voice. He furrowed his brows— his oh so plump and soft lips still ghosting over mine.
"I'd answer that but I just want to kiss you right now."
With that his lips finally met mine, unlike the first time he was genteel. The taste of myself in his mouth knocked out all my senses.
He pulled away— his gaze never straying from mine.
"I don't have tissues so there's only one way."
He informed me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I had no idea what he was talking about hence my slight frown.
He brought his hand between my thighs once again, trailing up and it was then I understood him. My cum was dripping down my thighs.
I understood what he meant but I didn't catch on to the fact that he wanted to go down on me until I saw him lowering his body.
My heartbeat picked up, my legs weakening at the thought.
"No," I stopped him.
Fuck how I wanted it.
He furrowed his brows, straightening himself. Our close proximity was still in tacked.
"I got it."
I informed him causing him to frown.
"I don't mind cleaning it up for you."
He leaned his forehead on mine, his tempting lips ghosting over mine once again.
"No Zayn it's fine."
I replied snippily, my frustration suddenly taking over.
He chuckled— stepping away.
Oh, how I wanted his face between my legs.
I couldn't believe everything that had happened actually happened.
"My proposal. . ."
He went back to why he was even here in the first place— pausing to read my facial expression.
Nothing had changed, exactly like how nothing had changed after that night. I still wasn't going to enter any deal of his, I still mentally wanted nothing to do with him. The only part of me that said differently was my heart.
"I'm still not interested Zayn."
I spoke softly, closing my eyes shut to avoid looking at his gorgeous face.
He sighed frustratedly.
"25,000 dollars."
He held my gaze after my eyes snapped open, licking his lips.
"—Every week."
He added causing my eyes to widen.
That's hefty.
"To?"
I asked with a shaky voice which caused him to smile triumphantly. He knew all too well about my love for money— the only thing he didn't know was why.
"To be mine."
He stated, his brown eyes piercing into mine. There was a flash of worry in his eyes as I stared back at him in shock.
"—Completely and utterly mine."
I couldn't bring myself to speak, I just stared at him.
"What?"
Was the only thing that left my lips, blinking several times, still in shock.
Not by his offer but his choice of words.
Little did he know I was more than willing to be completely his for free.
"Think about it!"
He spoke seriously, putting his hands into his pockets. After a second went by he turned around, walking away.
Suddenly he stopped.
"Don't keep me waiting for long!"
His old demeanour was back— the serious and controlling side of him. With that he walked away, disappearing from sight.
I exhaled deeply, a breath I didn't know I was holding in.
He wants me?
This was dangerous and just the part of me wanting to conform was confirmation.
Fuck I needed the money but I was going to try and get it another way. I needed to be far away from Zayn and my mind was already made up. I didn't need to even think for a second.
Bracing myself, I walked in search of the ladies room. I cleaned myself up with a tissue, removing my thong and flushing it down the toilet. My centre was suffering the aftermath of Zayn's torture.
My skin felt sticky. I washed my face, not caring about my makeup that danced along with the water.
Nicholas came into view with Alberto and Lilja sitting and having what I assumed to be an interesting conversation.
I grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter that was passing by as I walked closer.
Alberto eyed me— knowing something might have happened.
Something did happen.
"I was wondering where you were."
Nicholas whispered in my ears immediately I sat down.
Guilt hit me like a brick. He brought me here to spend time with me and I wandered off to have Zayn almost get me to beg for his dick to be buried inside of me.
Fucking awesome Muna.
I leaned in hesitantly.
"Do you mind if we leave to be alone?" I asked. He smiled charmingly.
"I wouldn't pass that up for anything."
He reached out for my hand which I gladly gave to him.
"Please do excuse us."
He spoke to Lilja and Alberto. I avoided Alberto's gaze as Nicholas lead me away, his thumb caressing my hand.
We saw Zayn walking towards us as we headed away.
"Going already?"
Zayn asked, discreetly glancing at me.
"No mate, just want some alone time with this missy."
Nicholas informed him— sending me an award-winning smile which I forcefully returned knowing Zayn was throwing daggers at me.
"Okay," He gritted his teeth but Nicholas didn't catch on. "Have fun!" He added, holding my gaze.
Nicholas smiled brightly, something he hadn't stopped doing since we arrived.
"I intend to."
He replied and Zayn's eyes darkened— anger evident. Probably thinking of the naughty things Nicholas and I could do but that wasn't going to be the case. I respect Nicholas way too much to make a fool of him.
I might as well tell him.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Nicholas chuckled as the words fell from Zayn's lips. It might have seemed harmless to him but I knew exactly what he meant. His warning was for me and not Nicholas— that much I caught on to.
He patted Nicholas' shoulder and walked away. It took everything within me not to turn around.
Nicholas gently dragged me away and towards a seat inside that were meant for two.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
He asked, staring intensely at me. I nodded with a weak smile.
"I am actually."
He brought his bottom lip between his teeth— eyeing me.
"How do you know Alberto?"
I saw that coming. I straightened beside him, running my palm over my face.
There goes nothing.
"Through Zayn."
I bit my lip immediately the words fell out of my mouth. His eyes widened and his brows soon furrowed, confusion taking over his facial features.
"You know Zayn?"
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