A/N: There is no sex in this chapter. This is only a chapter to keep the plot going.
Lydia's POV
I wake up, my head a bit fuzzy. I look over and Zayn is gone. I listen but I hear no other movement in the room. I think it's time for me to leave.
I wrap the sheets around me and go into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I open up one of the cupboards and start the coffee maker once I find the coffee. At that moment, the door opens. In walks a beautiful young blonde wearing a business suit, carrying freshly dry-cleaned clothes. She smiles warmly at me as she hangs the clothes on a nearby coat hanger.
"Good morning. My name is Diana. I'm the personal assistant to the boys. You must be Lydia." She extends her hand.
"Good morning. That's odd. I don't remember telling Zayn my name. Sorry I'm so underdressed." I shake her hand politely.
"Yes well it is my duty to know these things. I looked you up. I hope that was alright? I came to inform you that you have a meeting with Management in an hour and a half."
"It's fine. What kind of a meeting?"
"I don't know all the details but I'm told that they have a proposal for you. I'm sure it won't be much different from the meetings you hold with your normal clientele."
"Well in that case, I'll be ready after I grab some stuff from my-"
"It's been done. I took the liberty of sending your clothes to the cleaners as well as grabbing some of your business clothes from your apartment. Your friend Tina is quite grouchy in the morning." She said with a little chuckle. She grabs two mugs and pours some coffee. I get up and fix mine the way I like it.
"Yes Tina has a fiery hatred of mornings. You are very efficient, Diana and I like that. Thank you for the clothes and the coffee."
"You're very welcome." I don't know what it is about her but I really like Diana.
An hour and twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in a reception room, waiting for my meeting with Management to begin. I was in a white blouse and a black pencil skirt with black high heels. I curled the ends of my hair so that it flipped in different directions. The men in the room kept glancing at me so I was reassured that I looked okay for the meeting.
"They're ready for you." I am escorted into a room with a large mahogany round table and black leather chairs all around it. The floors and walls are all white. I take a seat and all but six seats are filled. A man walks in and sits at the head of the table.
"Good morning Lydia. I'm Mr. Smith, Lead Chairman of Management. How are you this morning?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Excellent. Now we've called this meeting today because we've seen a rare opportunity that could potentially be quite beneficial and we would like to act upon it."
"And what would that opportunity be, exactly?"
"You, my dear. It seems that Zayn has taken quite a liking to you. And the board sees potential in this development."
"How so, sir?"
"As of late, Zayn has been getting a lot of negative feedback, especially from the press. His late night activities are not very appropriate for the consumers whom we are targeting and we are trying to perform some damage control. That's where you come in."
"So my main role would be to occupy his physical needs to keep his name out of the tabloids and increase your marketing percentages. But I'm sure you can find any girl to do this so why me?"
"We want someone who can understand the business aspect of this arrangement. You, being a businesswoman, can understand this. You can carry yourself appropriately around the rich and famous. You're only 24 which puts you precisely in Zayn's age group and more importantly Zayn already has a connection with you. And for your services, we are willing to pay you-"
The door opens up and the boys walk in and take their seats across me. Zayn flashes me a bright smile and I can't help but smile back at him.
"Lydia, I'm sure you know the boys." says Mr. Smith as he shuffles through some papers.
"Nope, no idea." I say, feigning ignorance.
"Oh cut the crap, Bunny. You know exactly who we are." says a deep voice coming from the mass of curly hair. I see Louis mouth the word 'Bunny' to Liam in confusion.
My eyes flash to Harry as he grins with that boyish charm of his. "It's been a really long time since anyone called me that. How are you, old friend? I hear you've been shacking up with all of England." I say, the smirk evident on my face.
"I can see someone's been reading the tabloids. How've you been? Mum still asks about you." Harry says, smiling to himself. He's such a momma's boy!
"I thought your mum hated me."
"No Gemma hates you. Mum loves you." Harry rolls his eyes.
"Gemma hates you? Why?" Niall asks confused.
"I slept with her boyfriend. But at the time, I didn't know they were dating. I thought he was single." I confess, shrugging my shoulders.
"Well she still doesn't forgive you." Harry says matter-of-factly.
"Now that we've recounted precious memories, may we proceed?" Mr. Smith says.
"Will I still be able to perform my normal business ventures?"
"Yes. We ask that you try to minimize your trips and stay as close to Zayn as possible."
"Yeah, real close." Louis mutters under his breathe, trying to hide his cheeky smile. Liam nudges him lightly.
"As far as compensation-" Mr. Smith begins.
"There will be none. I'm not a prostitute. Besides I make enough money to sustain my lifestyle. So what would I get instead?" I didn't notice that Zayn moved until he was sitting next to me. He shifts my seat, making me face him and he takes both my hands in his.
"You get me. You have to admit that we did have a good time last night, hmm?" He smiles, remembering our late night.
"That we did. But this is a new situation. I'm too much of a handful and I have commitment issues. You're better off with someone your own age."
"Maybe but I always did like a challenge." He leans in and kisses me right in front of everyone. His hands hold mine firmly, preventing me from pulling away. The boys start to howl at us. Zayn pulls away. "Say yes." He whispers against my lips.
Mr. Smith clears his throat. "So Lydia, do we have a deal?"
"I might regret it but for now the answer is yes." Zayn kisses my cheek and the boys are ushered out, en route to their next interview.
"Well that settles that. But allow me to make this very clear. As of now you are an asset. I highly suggest that you do not become a liability." Mr. Smith removes himself from the table. The rest of the board follow and I'm left there to think about the potential consequences of my agreement.
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