The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter XII

Zayn's P.O.V.

My mind is blank. I cannot think, see, or talk straight. They just KISSED! How could she? She knows how I feel about her and she goes and does something as heart aching as kissing someone else? My eyes are wide as they fall on a bewildered Nicole. Her eyes are filled with guilt. Good! I shake my head and walk to my car. Just as I was about to get into the car I hear fast moving foot steps behind me. I know it's her so I try to get in the car as quickly as possible.

My attempt is disrupted by her sturdy and tough body.

"Move Nicole..." I begin, but pause as I feel her small hands grab mine big ones. "Nicole, I said move." I continued. She squeezed my hands and I gave in and looked down at her. My eyes look deep into her crystal blue eyes. All I can think when I look at her is how it would be if we were together. I know she is using her professional ways to make me forgive her, but she doesn't need to.

I'm not really sure why I'm mad anyway, but I do know something that would make me feel better...

To feel her lips on mine again. The feeling that was evident between us during our kiss was something I can't live without. I need that feeling, I need her.

I squeeze her hands and then step passed her, entering my car. I watched as she hopelessly walks to the other side and gets in. OOH great! She thinks I'm still mad at her. Well, in the back of my head my sub conscience is telling me that I should be mad at her, but when I look over to my right and see her flawless body and features, I kick him down and ignore him.

The drive back to the hotel is surprisingly quick and before I know it Viktor is stopping us in the lobby.

"Ahh Mrs. Jacovi welcome back." Viktor greets Nicole, completely ignoring me.

"Yes, uh... we must get going." I urge. Nicole looks at me with a 'what the hell?' look and I just look away.

"Tyler don't be so rude." Nicole says, knowing that it would agitate me. Wait... who's Tyler? I look over to Nicole and she is looking at me along with Viktor. Oh, I'm Tyler I forgot! Nicole has got me so wrapped up in her that I'm forgetting who I'm suppose to be! This is NOT good.

"My apologies Viktor." I grumble, hoping it's loud enough for both him and Nicole to hear. Viktor nods his head in acceptance.

"Good, but Tyler is right we must get going." Nicole informs. I'm happy she's not being difficult even though that is her nature. She links her arm in mine and walks away leaving a dumbfounded Viktor in the lobby.

Once we are up to the room I continue to put on my little act.

Nicole's P.O.V.

Zayn opens the door and walks in first. He usually lets me in first. I guess he's still mad at me. It wasn't my fault though, Erik kissed me! Why do I even care if Zayn's mad at me or not? I mean, I shouldn't because I don't like him in... that kind of way so why should it matter? I walk into the room as well and take my shoes and coat off. I head over to the bedroom and look at the clock on a bedside table on my side of the bed. 5:30?! Already?!

"Hey Zayn?!" I call out.

"What?" He growls from right behind me. I jump at his sudden voice from behind me. I turn and see him unhooking his watch and taking his jacket off not even looking at me. When did he come in here? I never heard him. Well no wonder he's an agent... he's sneaky!

"What?" He asks again with more attitude and a death stare.

"Were we planning on going anywhere else tonight?" I ask a little shaky. Wait... what? Shaky?

"I wasn't. I don't know about you!" He huffs. I secretly roll my eyes and walk to my closet to grab some pajamas.

"Well I don't so I guess I'll change." I say with attitude covering every syllable. I pick out some shorts and an old t-shirt. I turn around to head to the bathroom, but am surprised when Zayn's face is right in mine.

"What is with you today?" He snarls.

"Nothing, I should be asking you the same question." I shot back whilst getting closer to his face. He thinks he can intimidate me, he better think again! I am not backing down... EVER!

"Nothing is wrong with me either!" He steps even closer. If someone takes another step we'll be able to feel each other's breath. "Actually there is!" He shouts right in my face.

"Okay I'm right here! You don't have to yell!" I shout back.

"You're so cocky. You know that?" I gasp at his sudden words.

"Me cocky? Yeah right! If you weren't so damn sensitive we wouldn't be in each other's faces yelling at each other!"

"Oh so this is all my fault? I wouldn't be so mad if you didn't kiss that prick!"

"Well I wouldn't of kissed that prick if you didn't make me call him in the first place!" I yell and know I have defeated him. He stays quiet... success!

"See it is your fault!" I pause then step closer. "This is why I hate working with others they always make me so mad and then I blow up on them-" Zayn cut me off with his lips and I didn't deny him one bit. That familiar feeling whithered through my body. Zayn deepens the kiss by exploring my mouth with his tongue. I tangle my fingers in his black hair and pull myself as close as I can to him.

He pulls away and I silently whimper at the loss of contact. I regain my happiness when he places his forehead on mine and is trying to control his breathing. I on the other hand am looking at his plump lips. They are slightly parted as his breathing has increased from our mini make out session. They are also plump and glossy. I bit my lip and hear a muffled moan come from Zayn. I smile as he takes my lips in his. His hands reach down as grasp my bum. He squeezes my bum with his right hand then pulls away.

"Jump." He mumbles then quickly reattaches our lips. I follow his orders and jump while wrapping my legs around his waist. We continue to kiss as he takes us over to the bed. He stumbles into the edge of the bed and we both fall onto the bed. I began to laugh as his cheeks flushed. He hovered over me as I continued to laugh. I could feel his eyes on me when I could suddenly feel his lips connect to my neck. I hear a muffled 'shh' as an attempt to end my laughing. He find my weak spot on my neck and my laughing is replaced with a moan. He lightly bites my neck. Then kissing the tender skin.

That's going to leave a mark. Maybe a mark for Erik to see. Or maybe for Viktor. Ugh, I need to just stop thinking about that and enjoy this!

His hands begin to unbutton my shirt. I arc my back so I can take my arms out of the shirt. Once it's off, Zayn throws it somewhere in the room and continues to kiss me. I do not want this to end! Zayn makes me feel so... it's indescribable! No one has ever made me feel this way. Not that I have had this kind of... relationship? I don't know what we are, all I know is we are partners on an assignment.

My thoughts are corrupted when Zayn breaks the kiss and takes his shirt off. We both admire each other's body. His abs are perfectly sculpted and my eyes go down to his v-line. What I desperately want to do now is pull his pants and boxers down and have my way with him. My eyes travel back up his body and see his wide eyes scanning my body.

"Wow..." He mumbles aloud. I giggle and try to think of a cheeky remark.

"You can look at me all you want, but there is probably something else you want to do to me." His head shoots up from my body and see his lips curl. I mirror his actions when I hear a growl escape his lips and he goes down to my waist. The next thing I know my pants are on the floor and my fingers are fumbling with his jeans. I finally managed to get it and he stepped out of them.

I lay on the bed, on my back. I laid there in my bra and underwear waiting for very needy Zayn to come and give me that feeling again.

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