23 year old, Fatima's life was well planned out when she finished her college studies in Stanford University. Coming back home in London, she'd planned to take a gap year and have time to figure out what she really wanted to do with her life. Everyt...
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I woke up to my phone ringing, it was five AM, I groaned, cursing under my breath. Who could be calling me so early in the morning. I was not a morning person at all and I hated people disturbing my beauty sleep. I tried to ignore my phone but the more I tried to ignore the more it rang nonstop. I groaned louder, pulling the covers off me. I took it and checked the caller ID, it was just a number. I answered with a sleepy voice.
"Hello!" I said softly with my sleepy voice, trying so hard to keep my eyes open.
"You're still sleeping?" The person on the other side asked, he sounded like a guy. I had no idea who it was.
"Get to the point. I need to go back to sleep, dude."
"It's Mathew. We met yesterday."
I felt my eyes widen, I had completely forgotten about him. I remembered he gave me his card and I rejected it, I gave him my number instead. How could I forget such a guy? Well anyone would've forgotten as well especially after seeing my hot husband in that outfit yesterday and the moment we had together. That was unbelievable. I didn't realize Zayn was that sexy until yesterday. Just looking at him made me feel some type of way I couldn't describe, my stomach had butterflies all over. There was a slight reaction between my thighs and it also gave me electric shocks but I ignored that fact and kept staring at my husband. He was sexy. I wonder how he looks without his clothes on. Is he big? Does he have intoxicating abs. I still remembered the sexy smirk he had when...
'What is wrong with you?'
I scolded myself mentally as to why I was thinking of Zayn in such a naughty way when I had another Greek God on the other line of the phone.
"Hello Fatima! Are you still there?" Mathew asked.
I snapped out of it and cleared my throat. "Yes, I am. I remember you, Mathew. How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks. Are you er..." He stuttered. "...do you have any plans today?" He ended.
Seriously?! He actually woke me up at five AM to ask if I had plans for the day? Couldn't he wait? Was he so eager to go out with me that he had to wake me at that certain time? What is wrong with people? I was beyond mad, I loved my sleep to a point where I would even tie you to a chair and lock you somewhere far so that you couldn't disturb me.
"I umm...I'm not sure yet. Why?" I asked trying to be polite in the best way I could.
"I was wondering if we er...could do dinner together. If that's okay with you of course." He ended sounding nervous as hell. I had no idea guys could be that nervous when asking a woman out.
