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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It had been a week since my accident with those two cars that were coincidentally destroyed to hide any evidence and to be quite honest, Zayn wasn't having the bullshit. He was guns blazing looking for whoever was tailing him and he wasn't giving up. I was with Fiona and her best friend Tiffany watching TV. We weren't allowed...well Fiona wasn't allowed to go out anymore because apparently it was for her own good. I was having none of that, I made it clear to Zayn that I was his wife not his property so if I wanted to go out, I would, so he insisted on having the security guards to be with me all the time. As if that wasn't tiring and irritating, he double my security, I had four guys following me wherever I went. Worst of all, I had paparazzi following me, asking questions about my accident and the night of the shootout, I had no idea who told them but they seemed to know everything that happened in the Caruso household, it was draining.
Fucking journalists.
I excused myself from Fiona and her friend then I made my way upstairs, heading to Zayn's office. I needed to get some work done and respond to my emails, most of which would be from psychology companies looking for interns. I really wanted to be a psychologist, I loved helping people even though I couldn't help myself at times, it thrilled me to know that I could make a difference in someone's life. It was my calling and passion.
I sat down on the leather couch and started getting busy, I responded to some emails. Answered a few Skype calls and did some amount of work then sent it to José. The door slightly opened and I looked up to see my tremendously hot husband walking in with a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. Zayn was never a formal person, for a mafia king, he was supposed to be in tuxedoes most of the time but he preferred to be casual and I loved that about him. He only dressed formally when he had important meetings with some other mafia houses that were working alongside our family from foreign countries or fundraisers and auctions. And that meant I had to be by his side at all times, I got along with a lot of ladies from other mafia houses and I had made some new friends.
He grinned widely when he saw me, I put my laptop aside and stood up, approaching him. "Mi reina!" He cooed, stretching his hand out for me and I held it. I felt light weighted when he pulled me to him and wrapped his arm around me.
"Hey!" I smiled, he held my waist tight with one arm and his hand was on my ass, grabbing. He was taking advantage of the shirt I was wearing, it was his. He preffered me in his shirt than my own clothes and I didn't complain at all. I loved abusing his wardrobe. He pressed his lips harshly against mine, I cupped his face in my palms, arching into him. It wasn't long until I found myself on top of the table, with my legs wrapped around him and him in between, close enough for me to feel his crotch in between my inner thighs.
He kissed my jawline and my neck, desperately raking his hands all over me. I wasn't complaining, I loved every single bit of it. Sex with Zayn was always so amazing, I could never get enough of him, we would go many rounds. But now, I could feel it in my gut that something was off.
