I'll Be Okay✓

Chapter 8

I was sitting in Zayn's kitchen on the kitchen island watching the man himself cooking. In all his glory it never crossed my mind that he could cook as this is the first time I am seeing him cook.

Our schedules finally aligned after a long time of being apart and this opportunity could not have come at a better time. Father and Mark were both out of town for three days and would be out of town for four more day.

I dangled my feet looking around. I have been in Zayn's house before but I  have never had the chance to appriciate the beauty of it.

It looked like bachelor pad apartment than a house because of the joint kitchen and living area yet not an apartment at all. The downstairs had no walls separating the rooms.

I do not know how many rooms the house hold but it looked big enough. It made me wonder how he did it all, have a house and a good career at his age. Most men and women his age and me included tend to go for apartments or lived with their parents then later in life when they get married they buy houses.

"You sure you do not want any help?" I ask him leaning towards the table.

"I'm good, just enjoy the show. It's rare." He winks at me. Heat rise up my neck staining my cheeks.

I was enjoying the show even way before he told me too. I enjoyed watching him flex his muscles when reached for something on the top shelf. His bright white shirt is making it easy to see his perfectly tan body.

"Okay if that is what you want." I say to him and dangled my feet more watching him. "At least entertain me with something."

Zayn chuckled deviously.

"Ask whatever you want to ask Red." He tells me. I look away feeling embarrassed.

"I-I-I did not want to ask anything." I try to hide my blush.

"Come on, you still shy after all this time." He coaxed me while teasing me at the same time.

He is right, it has been almost a month since we started this agreement and we slept together many times but I was still shy around him.

That is how I am. I am a shy person but today I came here to show him that I can be just bold as him sometime though I might take some time to show it but I will take him by storm today.

"Okay fine." I say clenching my thighs together. When I said he must entertain me I was thinking something else not questions.

I curl my toes and the muscle pop. I lean forward putting my elbows on the counter.

"Umm... I have nothing." He chuckles. I can not come up with a question that is not related to sex.

I try hard to push the image of his naked body out of my head but fail. The more I try the more vivid the image it.

I wish he could read my mind and know what I want at this moment. I memory of the day he made me cum over the phone pops in my head.

I bite my lip. My pelvis ache. I unbutton two botton on my blouse and take off the suit jacket.

"Feeling hot?" Zayn startled me. I look up and find him amuse.

"Yeah!" I say breathless. I am feeling hot and bothered but not in the way he thinks.

I push my hair back with my hand and I look up at Zayn again and notice how his demeanour has changed.

I feel the tension in the room rising. He lock gaze with me and I start to pant and try to create friction between my legs.

I do not look away from him. He lick his lips.

"Red." He breaths out.

"Yeah!"