Chapter 32: My Innocent Angel is Not so Innocent

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A/N: Sooo I'm updating this once on my laptop so the story isn't going to have the bold lettering or such. Because my laptop doesn't give me that option like my tablet did. Yeeaaahhhh sowwy. Also sorry if this chapter sucks, its been awhile so I have some writers block. 

*Zayn's POV*

I open up my eyes to see the morning light shine on through the window. I try my best to sit up but soemthing was weighing me down. I look down at my chest and see some brown hair laying ontop of my chest and all I can do is smile. Did she really lay like that all night? As I went to go poke at her head, I see my busted, bruised knuckle and it makes me think back to last night when I knocked the shit out of Micheal. But I honestly didn't care, he deserved it. He knew that she was taken and mine, so why did he go and try to make a move on her? I just didn't understand these fuck boi's now-a-days.

I slightly ran my hand through her hair, feeling her soft hair between my fingers and I also make she shiver atmy touch. I love this effect that I had on her. I try to bend down and kiss her on her head, but it epicly failed as my chin collided with her forehead. I had no idea she was going to look up at me and she had no idea I was trying to kiss her head so it was just all bad. I laugh as she rubs her forehead, pouting like the cute little cutie she is. God I just love her sooo much. I pull her closer to me so I could kiss her forehead to try and make it feel better. Once I pull my lips away after letting them linger there for a few seconds, she beings to smile again. 

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty." I tell her as I pull her into another hug and she lays down into my chest again. I wish we could stay like this all day, but sadly I had work to get back into. 

"Goodmorning Prince Charming." She leans in and plants a small kiss on my lips before moving away to put her shirt and shorts back on. "So what's the plans for today?" I frown abit as she looks into my eyes and sighs. After she has her clothes back on, she rools back into bed and stares up at the ceiling. I could tell she wanted to spend the day with me, but sadly I have to go back to work. I wish I could lay with her all day, I wouldn't wanna spend it any other way. 

"I'm sorry, love. I don't wanna goo back either but it's the only way money is coming." She nodded her head and stared off into space. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I'll leave it to her as I have to get ready for work now. 

I climb out of bed and pull off my sweatpants, quickly pulling on some formal yet simple black skinny jeans. I throw on a nice button up shirt as I leave my sleeves rolleds up and run my hand through my hair a few times. I slip on my nice formal black dress shoes and walk back over to where Kayla was laying. I plant a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away slowly, seeing that evilish smirk on her face. She pulls me down and kisses me hard but it was full of passion. She sneaks her tounge in too, but I'm not complaining. She flips me over so nowshe is on top, rocking back and forth on my lower torso. 

"Are you suuurrrreeee you have to go to work today? I mean I could entertain you for a few hours..." I grap her hips and stop her movement before someone gets waaayyyy to excited there. 

"I'm sure baby, but once I get back... that ass is mine." I see her face get red then she looks away, telling me I should be heading off to work. I laugh it off and give her a kisson the cheek as I make my way back to work. 

~Hours later~

Well that was fun, I enjoyed it much more than I thought that I would. As today was Parent-Teacher Conference. I got to meet many parents and talk about the future plans with them, hoping that someday they will be happy with whatever choice their child makes. As I put on my beanie, I pick up my bookbag and head off home to see my beautiful fiancee. I miss her sooo much I just can't wait to get into bed and cuddle and watch a movie or possibly make out. 

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