Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

8.

It didn't take me long to deliver the package. Once I did, the creepy guy took it off me and sent me off in a hurry.

So gone, I went.

I headed straight home to snuggle up in the blankets while eating pizza that's making me feel more and more guilty as I consume it.

As the week went by, I hadn't seen Zayn at all. I didn't let the fact that I had saw stuff on his shirt that made me think twice of what it was.

Either way, I'm not going to approach him about it. It's none of my business unless he makes it my own business.

Everything at ME however, got easier and easier.

Blake and I grew closer and closer and if I'm not mistaken, we seemed to share a mutual feeling towards each other, but I don't think I'm close to even asking him how he feels.

I've been here for almost a week now and making all these friends from all these other departments has made working here even better.

Besides getting almost a thousand pounds on my first pay check for last week, I've come to love my job a lot.

Jane has gone with Zayn on a business trip and had left me to run the office errands.

I haven't made any stupid mistake like I thought I would, but I'm not going to speak too soon.

"So, I was actually thinking that we should hang again tonight?" Blake questions, a mouthful of food as we make our way out of the cafe.

"I can't. My mum is leaving tonight."

"I can come over afterwards?" He raises an eyebrow.

I smirk at him before taking a bite from my banana. "Someone's eager to see me."

"Hey, I live alone. Since my brother left with his girlfriend. I am my own company."

I sigh. "I guess so. Taylor should be home. What time do you finish?"

"Six thirty, you?"

"Eight." I pout. "I have to fax some files out and sort the bosses desk up before he returns."

"What times your mums flight?" He questions, opening the door for me.

I step through the door as we both make our way through the corridor. "Midnight. So I should be dropping her off at ten at least, so she can check in."

He nods. "I guess I'll come over anther time then. I don't want to bother you. I'll see you around Liss."

"Bye." I wave out before heading towards the elevator.

In my hands, are mail after mail after mail for Zayn. I'm actually surprised I can manage to hold this much stuff in my hands.

Once the doors open, I hear my phone ringing from my desk and I quickly run in my office to pick up the phone.

"Hello Malik Enterprises, you're speaking with Alissa." I place the envelopes on my desk carefully as I take a seat on my chair.

The man with an eery low husky voice replies with a chuckle.

"Sweetheart." He begins, causing strange unwanted goosebumps to arise. "Am I able to speak with Zayn?"

His accent is arabic, with a little bunch of British, based on the dialect he's used while pronouncing sweetheart.

I swallow. "Mr Malik is not in at the moment, can I leave a message?"

He chuckles again. "Oh I see. Tell Mr Malik-" his tone is dry, obviously annoyed and disappointed with Zayn's absence. "That Zaidan is in special care in my hands."