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

20.

That guy in the picture is Zaidan.. :) his real name is.. Flamur. 

But LOOK HOW MUCH HE LOOKS LIKE ZAYN. 

IM FEIGNING OVER THIS GUY RN

My eyes jolt open immediately when something drops on my bed.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes to see Zayn clearly standing beside my bed with an expectant look on his face.

"Rise and shine. I got you clothes and this shit."

He grabs the packet of tampons and shows me before chucking it on my bed.

"Get up." He murmurs before walking away.

I scowl annoyed before shoving the blankets off me.

I stretch my weak limbs, but relax when I realise my welts feel slightly tighter. At least it doesn't hurt as much as it did last night.

He's never been that hard on me before. I fucked up big time. I hope he's forgiven me.

I grab the hotel bathrobe and wrap it around me. I shouldn't be so use to being naked. I'm practically a nudist now.

Looking down at the pile of clothes on the bed, I sift through them and actually notice that there's no colour. Just black, White and grey.

"So colourful." I murmur to myself as I hold up a black tank top. "Can you be anymore vibrant?"

I throw the blank top to the side and a pair of jeans before grabbing them both and walking towards the bathroom.

I place them on the vanity before timidly walking out where Zayn is sitting by the table on his laptop.

His eyebrows are furrowed.

"Did you happen to get an email from a Mandy Crosby when you were working?" Zayn questions without looking at me.

Oh so I'm your personal assistant again.

I fold my arms.

"Not that I can remember." I shrug. "Um, you didn't exactly get me any under garments." I murmur quietly.

Zayn stops typing and stares at me. "What size are you?"

I frown as his gaze flick down to my breasts. "I was talking about undies." I gape at him.

Zayn smirks, continuing to type again as he looks back down. "I know."

I keep staring at him.

Don't fold your arms Alissa. Don't fold your arms.

"Go take a shower." He says finally before grabbing the keys from his leather jacket on the seat. "I'll get you some."

"Thank you." I half smile as he stands and pulls on his leather jacket.

I bite my lip and look down as I play with my fingers.

"Do you need boobie holders as well?" Zayn questions with a teasing grin and I gaze up at him.

A smile is forcing to break out.

"Please."

"What size?"

I mumble my size and he frowns. "What?"

"32 double D." I say louder and he raises an eyebrow.

"Okay." He nods. "I'll be back. Don't do anything Taylor would do." He murmurs annoyed before closing the hotel door.

I think I hear him lock it and I frown.

So. I'm alone in a hotel.

I peak outside the window and watch as he makes his way down the staircase and towards his lambo.