Malik - Z.M (Book 1, Malik Series)

44.

44.

"So it's us that has to set up the ball room?" I question Zaidan as he places the plates in between the knifes and forks that I've placed on the table.

"Not always. I just thought it'd give us something to do." Zaidan chuckles.

That is true. We spent yesterday afternoon doing absolutely nothing but talking.

Even though I've only been here for almost three days, I've grown closer to Zaidan.

We connect easily, but I don't want to get too close to him. I can almost see how easy it is for me to fall for him and I don't want to be stuck in that predicament.

It's bad enough he touches me the way he does.

Compared to Zayn, he's a lot more relaxed and chill. He's rugged in a sexy way.

He always seemed to smell like cigarettes and alcohol, if it's not that, it's cigarettes and Cologne.

"Where's Blake?" I question when I realise that I'm stuck with him.

"He's going job hunting?" Zaidan says confused. "It's weird because I never thought he'd go out and get a job. I thought he'd stay here and rot."

I gape at Zaidan. "That's not nice."

Zaidan shrugs. "Hey, just keeping it real."

I place the fork next to the plate he places down.

"What do you do?" I question.

"Sizing me up are you princess?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Hey, hey. It was just a question." I throw my hands up.

Such a tease.

"Believe it or not, I'm a high class nobody." He smirks and I roll my eyes as he bows down.

"Do you have any plans in the future though?" I question.

Zaidan shrugs. "I don't know to be honest, I've always wanted to do something around trade."

"Trade as in Building, plumbing?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah. Scaffolding mostly and landscaping."

"Landscaping?" I raise my eyebrow. "Interesting. You don't strike me to be a landscaper or a builder."

"What do I look like to you then?"

Zayns twin.

Zayns brother.

Zayn.

"A model maybe." I joke, but not necessarily a joke.

"A model?" He cringes. "Nah. Not with the background my father or brother have anyway."

"True. But still. I can just imagine, you and your brother modelling." I bite my lip. "You could always use an alias anyway."

Zaidan raises an eyebrow at me. "Oh. Oh I see."

"What?" I narrow my gaze at him and grin.

"Nothing." He uses the same tone. "Are we shirtless, while modelling?" He questions teasingly. "Or are we in tight wet shirts."

"Stop!" I giggle as Zaidan grins at me before continuing on.

"What about you princess, what do you do?"

"Well, when I got an internship at The Malik enterprises, I was actually Zayns personal bitches bitch?"

"Please elaborate." Zaidan frowns confused.