Take Heed [z.m.]

T W E L V E

Victoria

The only sound breaking through the silence was the rhthym of pen scribbling on paper. I never dared to look at him, not even a single glance.

Once in a while, I would pretend I was busy like writing down something important. But the truth is, I was just doodling random lines to make the awkwardness and time pass.

I loathed this day, not even a single call from any client came in which gave me an avenue to be open to the inward struggle I had with this man.

It was childish to give him the silent treatment but it felt like it was the right thing to do.

Or is it?

I knew I shouldn't have acted like a spoiled brat and start to woman up, but the thought of him toying made me irritated.

Why was I feeling this way?

He was just a mere fuck buddy, yet I was acting as if he cheated on me. Nothing happened between us besides having sex. It was all 'no strings attached' shit.

Just a mere infatuation.

Just another mistake.

I snapped out of my thoughts as soon as I heard my name being called by none other than Zayn.

"You okay?" He asked.

I glared at him and said, "Mind your own business."

An arrogant smirk crawled into his plump lips and in turn my blood boiled in rage. What's with this guy?

"Can't stop thinking about me can you?" Zayn mused and it took every ounce of self-control not to stab him in the neck with a dull pencil.

Part of me wanted to argue, but I was in no condition to start anything with him. My shoulders were heavy, tired from having to endlessly work through spreadsheets and debits. My eyes were watery and a slight stinging feeling was evident.

"Whatever." I mumbled, ignoring him and averted my focus to my work.

"Admit it, you want me as much as I want you darling." He huskily murmured yet was still edible

"And it's killing you inside that you had to see my mistake." Zayn addeed, voice laced with pure intensity.

"Oh please, you and I both know what happened between us was clearly the mistake." I replied, not caring if coworkers heard our conversation.

My blood was boiling.

"Then a beautiful mistake it was." He smirked, eyes challenging me.

"What do you want from me Zayn? Can't you just get off my back?!" I hissed.

"I want you to admit it."

"Admit what?!"

"That it's killing you inside. You want me, as much as I want you." He stalked towards me, closing the distance between us. Inch by inch he got closer ignited an electrical feeling.

This was wrong.

This man was filled with arrogance, yet I knew deep down inside I wanted every fiber of skin, every moment of touch.

Perhaps my infatuation blinded me to see through what he done. That he made me look like a fool. That he made me his toy, another thing to play.

He sat right infront of me, eyes scanning me carefully.

My breathing was uneven, probably from the fitting rage and urge to kill him, but I knew my core was restraining me, diverting my rage into sexual urges.