His Contract Wife (Zayn Malik)

4; Guests and Calls

~Mira~

I stand in front of my mirror, applying a basic layer of makeup with Risa sitting behind me, watching me with a knowing smile.

"Trying to impress someone, chica?" She smirks and I roll my eyes.

"No," I say, honestly and she raises her eyebrows. "I don't get it. I just don't. What the fuck will a CEO of Zed Industries do at a primary children's prize distribution? The principal has lost it all, I swear." I shake my head, applying layers of foundation on the fading hickey on my neck.

"At least you get to see him." She wiggles her eyebrows and I groan. "You kissed him, chica. And he's caliente y sexy!"

"He kissed me," I correct her and she scoffs.

"Whatever."

When I notice there is no use applying makeup on the love bite, I grab a neck scarf that goes with my black dress, tying it around my neck.

"Look at you trying to hide that hickey," she teases.

"Shut up, Clarisa."

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Littlespeck looks so colourful, more like a carnival with parents and children walking in, to celebrate the day that marks the end of a term and the prize distribution. I smile politely at some parents who have the courtesy to recognize me and smile at me. The children are all sitting in their respective seats and the parents take their seats as well. I look through my black file, reading through the likes of praise Mrs.Eastwood, the principal herself had written. If she had written it why can't she fucking read it herself? I sigh because I can't do anything about it. I reread the lines, again and again, not wanting to make a fool of myself in front of the crowd and especially him. I mean, Zayn agreeing to come for a prize distribution is slightly sketchy when he barely has time to eat and take a good nap.

Is it because I'm here?

Delusional Mira!

I shake my head and finally see as cheers erupt and I peek through the curtains that separate the stage and backstage. Another colleague walks past me giving me a small smile which I return before setting my eyes on Zayn.

He looks as impeccable as ever, dressed in a crisp white shirt, dark grey vest and dress pants. His hair is styled differently being patted in the middle but he looks on fleek. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled slightly to show his tattoos off and man, did he have many.

I self-consciously pat my hair that I'd managed to keep in a half-up, half-down style.

Man, the guy did have a presence that makes you doubt yours.

I swallow the lump that seems to form in my throat and my body suddenly remembers him and his touch and starts yearning for it. At least I know I am a healthy twenty-seven-year-old woman.

I shake my thoughts away and look ahead, Mrs. Eastwood speaking something about the school and its achievements before I am being called on stage. I lick my lips, taking deep breaths as I walk on stage. My eyes unintentionally flick over to Zayn who is watching me intently with a gentle smile on his lips. I blink a few times before taking the podium.

"Morning. It gives me great pleasure on this day to be chosen to introduce the guest of honour, Mr. Zayn Malik. " I take a quick glance at him and he nods formally acknowledging my statements.

"Mr. Malik is known for his.." I recite the lines that Mrs. Eastwood has written, with no bias at all, by the way, without a hitch. I take quick looks at Zayn before I face the crowd, narrating his achievements which is definitely not a few. He has stuff and that's the reason he is how he is.