Wife Or Her? (Zayn Malik FanFiction)

Chapter 14

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"Home sweet home!"

5:56pm. I heard Zayn's voice shouting from downstairs, slammed the front door. I turned off my laptop and placed it on the desk. I quickly walked out, rushed to downstairs, wanted to greet Zayn. And you know what's more weird?

I missed him.

I thought I was going crazy or just daydreaming, but I felt it. There's a missing space that I couldn't describe. I shouldn't have feelings on Zayn, but it's already too late. But I'll try to get rid of these feelings. Only if I could.

I saw Zayn's body sprawled on the couch, still on his suit, looking exhausted.

"Hey, you looks so tired. Want me to get you a glass of water?"

He opened one eyes and nodded, "That would be nice, please,"

I smiled, caressed his shoulder. I walked to the kitchen, grab a glass and poured warm water into the glass.

"There you go, Mr. Malik," I mocked.

He sat properly, took the glass from my hand, "Thank you."

Zayn bring the glass to his lips and gulped the water down to his throat. He moaned in relief, place the glass on the table.

"I could say that you're really thirsty, aren't you?" I asked, after seeing him drank like he never drinks a water for years. He nodded, smiling.

I chuckled, "So, how's work on the first day? Everything good?"

"Of course, it went nice. When I first stepped into the building, every workers literally eye-raping me. I'm a little bit freaked out but then, I realized that I'm Zayn Malik, the most handsomest and sexiest guy ever exist in this Earth," he said, smirked in triumph. He ran his fingers through his raven hair with a smug face, looked at me.

I swear to God, I will punch his face until it's turning purple and broke his nose if he's not fucking attractive right now.

"Stop flattering yourself, you really make me sick with that horrible face," I replied, make disgust face. I put my hands on my mouth, fake throw up.

"Don't lie to yourself, Flora. You and I both know that I'm really an attractive person."

"Oh, just shut up, Zayn. I don't want to listen to your stupid rambling about how attractive you are and all," I said, rolled my eyes. He narrowed his eyes, then loosening his tie on his neck and took off his suit.

I almost whined when he took off his suit, because he looks so good in that black coat and all sexy. Oh, crap.

"You're one of them," he suddenly said, bring me back to reality. I shook my head, then raised my eyebrow, "What?"

"You're also one of those workers whose eye-raping me." He replied. He unbuttoned his white shitt - makes my eyes trained on those long sleeve that covered his delicious biceps. He left unbuttoned at the middle of his stomach, practically showing his tan build chest.

"My eyes are up here, Flora,"

Shit.

I glanced at him, forced a smile out. My cheeks felt so hot, unable to speak how embarrassed I am getting caught, well for fuck sake that I'm drooling, over Zayn.

I heard Zayn's giggled before said, "I know I'm hot and sexy, you don't have to hide it. And I know you want me,"

Yes, I want you, Zayn fucking Malik. Stop it!

"Even if you're the last person in this Earth, I would never choose or want you. Never in your wildest dream," I said, crossed my arms. I wish he don't believe what I'm saying, because it was a fucking lie.

His face changed, he seems a bit hurt and sad. I don't know, maybe it just my thoughts.

"So, back to the topic, how was the environment in office? Have you been receiving a lot of projects or papers to sign? Hmm?" I asked.

"The environment is a bit different, more busier and lot of peoples, yeah. I wasn't expecting that I have shitload of papers and stuffs to do on a first day but reluctantly, I have to finished it. And thank God, my personal assistant is very helpful and doing great." he said, smiled widely when mentioned his personal assistant.

I asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"It's a she. Her name is Lenox, weird but pretty, right? At first, I thought she was a client but my uncle introduced her to me and said that she will be my personal assistant from now on. She's really beautiful and so fucking sexy with those tight pencil skirt," he bit his lips, probably imagining his new sexy personal assistant.

I feel like everything I have been build, falling down, piece by piece, crashing until there's nothing left. Those words stabbed my heart really deep, hurts a lot. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes, my view becomes cloudy.

She's really beautiful and so fucking sexy with those tight pencil skirt.

I looked down at my lap, fiddling with my fingers, trying to hold my tears back from spills out. What I did wrong to deserve this? Please take this stupid feelings away, God, please help me.

I looked up at Zayn, seeing he is still in his own world. He don't even noticed his wife sat infront of him were really hurting right now and wanted nothing else other than sloppy kisses from his husband and tell her that everything is alright. But, that will never happen, never in a million years.

All I could replied was, "Oh," before I ran upstairs, locked my door - stepped into the shower and crying my eyes out while waters running down all over my body.

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