Fatal Attraction//Ziam Mayne

Chapter 7

"Get up!"

I rubbed my eyelids with my fingers, yawning. The harsh voice was so annoying.

"Malik, get up!"

I squinted my eyes and looked towards my side only to see a frustrated Harry with his hands on his waist.

"Its", he looked at the clock. "7:00 am", he scratched his head, muffling his raven black hair.

"Get up! Liam wants to see you", Harry told him.

"For training?"

"I really don't know.", He told him. "I better be going now, get ready!", he checked his phone. "Seems like Liam will come here", He walked away mumbling, "weird".

.

"Hello, Mr. Malik"

Zayn turned around to see Liam in a black suit. He looked ravishingly handsome.

"You look incredibly beautiful", Liam smiled, scrutinizing the tanned man in front of him.

"Liam.. um.. the lad from the previous day told me I had to do some training? I don't understand", Zayn asked, hesistantly.

"Ahhh.. I'll be your trainer. Though, I don't teach newbies but you're an exception.", He explained while glancing zayn as he bit his lip.

He walked past Zayn and went towards his almirah, picking out a bowtie for him.

Then, he came closer to him and adjusted the tie.

"Lets go", He smiled and pecked Zayn's cheeks, making Zayn blush.

"Where are we going?", Zayn questioned.

"Restraurant", Liam replied and took Zayn's hand in his.

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"Bentley? Vintage much?", Zayn snorted as he saw Liam's cars.

"I've a thing for them. Look at my baby, shining. So beautiful", Liam smiled, brushing his fingers on its metallic body.

"Hm hm"

"Umm.. Zayn. End your sentences with Daddy. Didn't I tell you that?", Liam raised his eyebrow. "Follow the rules, love"

Zayn nodded. He wanted to go away from the place but he was intrigued by it. He just couldn't make up his mind. He wanted to go but he didn't wanna go. It puzzled him so much. So, he didn't bother to think much about this matter.

"Get in the car, Malik"

He sat inside the car, obeying Liam's order. It was pretty well-maintained for an old car.

"Say Zayn, do you have any questions about all this?", Liam asked.

"Loads", I replied.

"Shoot."

"Well, first of all. What do you all do? Whats this place?"

"Zayn. Either you're too naive or you really don't know.", Liam laughed. "See, the people here, they're sex workers. I'm their head but I prefer the term, daddy since I treat and punish them like my own children though I'm not married or so. Like I told you, we provide sex to sad people since we believe it makes anyone feel good. We generally employ people who're in need of money."

Zayn's mouth forms a 'O'

He spoke, "Okay. Since, you're their head. Why are you training me? I mean there is Harry...", His voice trailed off as Liam took a sharp U-turn.

"Sorry, I almost forgot the way", Liam apologised. "Oh, here we are"

Zayn looked outside the window at the beautifully decorated restraurant. He felt rich while entering the place, it was so royal, so elegant.

Liam opened his door and extended his hand towards him. "Stop drooling, Mr. Malik.", he chuckled.

Zayn flushed with embarrasment.

Liam leaned forward and whispered in Zayn's ear, "Don't be shy. I loved your expression.", He winked.

Zayn couldn't help but blush more.

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"This place is good, yeah?", Liam asked as he cut his fish with a knife.

"Mm hmm..", Zayn nodded.

"So, Zayn. Tell me something about yourself.", Liam asked.

"Nothing much to tell."

"Ooh baby, there is always something to tell.", He paused to chew. "Especially when someone is so beautiful yet his eyes cry."

Zayn lowered his head, clearly not comfortable with where this conversation was heading.

"Excuse me, please"

With this, he rushed towards the washroom.

He stood in front of the mirror, staring blankly into it. He will not cry, he reminded himself. He kept on reminscing about the times he made a promise to himself that he won't shed a tear for his past. But promises can't be kept for long, he knew.

He locked himself in one of the cubicles and sat on the toilet seat afyer closing the lid. He was shaking with fear, fear of the past, fear of its impact on him. He wanted to run away. He wanted to stop his tears but he couldn't. He felt so helpless, so fragile that time. He tried containing himself but he couldn't.

This situation frustrated him. He bashed out of the washroom and headed straight towards their table.

"Liam.", His eyes were of darker shade now, his face emotionless.

Liam turned backwards, confused at his behaviour. "Its da-"

Before he could finish, Zayn crashed his lips on Liam's. Liam backed slightly and took his chair's support. Their tongues clashed for dominance.

"Sir?", A timid voice spoke while their makeout session.

They both chose to ignore it.

"Sir!"

This time it was loud and frustrated.

Zayn bit Liam's lip slightly and detached his lips from his.

"Sir, I have to request you to leave this instant. Inappropriate actions are not permitted here."

"Fuck you.", Zayn replied harshly and went outside, with Liam following him.

"So, shall we continue where we left, Daddy?'

"Mhmmm"

And he kissed him again.

*dedicated to the most sweet girl I've ever talked to! thanks for voting for my ff for the bromance awards*