Deceit

Part 5

   "What's the deal with that guy anyways?" I asked soon as Harry was out of sight.

   "Harry?" Zayn adjusted himself in the car seat, brushed his hand through his silly black hair, then dropped it to his thigh while his other hand skillfully steered the wheel. "We go way back. We were buddies back in school; but things change, people change, we grew apart, but mostly he thinks I was in love with his fiancé and killed her."

   "Why would he think that?"

   "I slept with Jackie. Multiple times, before they were together of course, everybody did." Zayn looked over at me with that killer smirk and placed his hand way high up my thigh, "enough about that loser and me, tell me about yourself? What brings you to this small town anyways?"

   "I'm a journalist." I started to recite my perfectly crafted story that I wanted to sell. "Nothing major. Blogs mostly, a couple of articles in news papers and magazines. My next story brought me here. I wanted something different and thrilling."

   "Racing in the Deseret is different and trilling?"

   "It is illegal and you are risking your life for money, to be fair."

   "Fair enough." He smiled flashing his white teeth while his hand crest my thigh's skin.

   The rest of the car ride was filled with the sound of the car slicing through the wind and small conversations till we arrived at Zayn's mansion. It was a big real estate with a beautiful landscape and lighting with iron gates warning people to stay out if the guards left and right weren't enough. However, the inside of the house was nothing compared to the outside from the quick glimpses I got. There was a chandelier and leather furniture in the living room along with a stone wall fire place. Before I could get a house tour, I was climbing the flight of stairs to Zayn's master bedroom that looked the Royal family have lived there. The whole house does.

   From the corner of my eyes I spotted a little bar in his room. Perfect! I poured my self and Zayn a little drink which made a perfect time to drop a few already powdered sleeping pills, that I hid in my bra, in to his drink.

   "There you go," I said as I offered his drink to him. To my surprise and luck he downed that drink in on gulp.

   Then he took my drink from my hand and downed that too. "Someone needed a drink?" I joked.

   "You look really good in those clothes," he pulled me closer, "but I think you would look better without them."

   Straight to business I see. I moved and played along as he kissed me hard with lust while his hands roamed my body. Then, with out permission or warning he slides his tongue into my mouth showing his alpha dominance. Somewhere between this heated moment, we have managed to take half of our clothing off and now I'm laying on my back on Zayn's silk sheets with him on top of me as his smooth lips move from my neck to my bosoms and work their way down to my stomach and thighs leaving wet kisses on my fluttering skin.

   After a few moments in bliss, I start to notice that he is starting to look sluggish and is slowly falling into unconsciousness. I took this as a sign to get him to lay down and relax, hence why I took this time to get  on top of him so he was now laying down beneath me and I was planting kisses on his neck and his ripped chest to get him to relax and fall asleep quicker. When I was completely sure that he has fallen into slumber, then I got off of him, very carefully, and put on my clothes.

   Before I could start snooping I had to make sure I wouldn't be caught. So I opened Zayn's bedroom door and peaked my head out to make sure there were no guards or cameras around. When the coast was clear I started to poke around the house with my heals in hands. Then, I looked out through a window from upstairs to see if the car was parked out side but it was not, I will have to find the garage.