L.A. Confidential ⌖ z.m au

i. for fun

"Oh my god."

"Mmm, right there."

"Yes Daddy."

Devlyn's moans resound thickly through the bathroom stall, only stopping when she is shushed by the feeling of Zayn's fingers being jammed into her mouth. Her eyes shut, and she rocks her hips blissfully in sync with each of his strokes.

"You're-hmph," Zayn's hand cups her ass, squeezing tighter, and thrusting deeper. "Gonna get us caught."

She hums, throwing her head back. "Mm."

Goosebumps form on her clammy skin as she reaches her climax. Her fingernails drag into Zayn's back harder, festooning his olive skin with crimson marks. Zayn pants heavily, ignoring the sweat tickling his forehead.

Overcome with pleasure, his head collapses into her chest. His thrusts become harder as they both reach their climaxes. Devlyn's legs tremble, a stirring in the pit of her stomach releases. Her eyes almost roll into the back of her head, and she cums.

Satisfied with their quickie, Zayn puts her down and she begins fixing the hem of her hiked-up skirt. "Next time," Devlyn smooths down her skirt, and opens her compact mirror. "We're doing this the women's bathroom." She puffs.

"Not if this one's closer."

"This bathroom smells like coke and piss." She gags, wiping the smeared red lipstick off of her bottom lip.

Zayn laughs, re-tucking his white collared shirt back into his starched slacks. "Well it's the bathroom, love."

"Yeah, I know that Zayn." Devlyn sighs. "You're saying this to me as if this isn't like the thousandth time we've had sex in a company bathroom."

"You're forgetting that the bathrooms are the only rooms without cameras, Dev." Zayn retorted, folding his lapel.

"Y'know there are hotels right across the street, Zayn."

"How many times do I have to tell you that if they see me booking a hotel room with you they'll know we're fucking right away."

"Oh my god, why the fuck do I even try." Devlyn scoffs. Her voice is solid with frustration. She turns on her heel, unlocking the stall door and struts out.

Zayn quickly follows behind her. "You know I love my girlfriend, right?"

"You lo-" She snorts. What a fucking sociopath. "You love your girlfriend?"

Zayn nods slowly. He can barely look her in her eye to confirm her question. He knows this sounds twisted, but he couldn't get caught and throw away his relationship. He just couldn't.

One of Devlyn's perfectly threaded eyebrow raises. "Then why're you fucking me?" She grabs her clutch off the marble bathroom counter. "Hm?"

He blinks.

"Amazing." She chortles sarcastically. "I just thought you'd have an answer for that since you seem to have an answer for everything else."

Devlyn begins to walk out, but Zayn steps forward and grabs her by her forearm. She doesn't falter, waiting for him to say something important. He leans into her. "Pull yourself together, and get cleaned up. The event starts in an hour."

She snatches back her arm and turns to walk away, angry at herself for not knowing better.

On the way back to her office, she struggles to do what she's failed at doing many times before. But sadly, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was just for a good time, she hated the fact that she had to share him.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

 LORDT, Devlyn doesn't deserve this. Don't worry though, Karma's a bitch. A fierce one too.

Sorry it was so short, the chapters will get longer with time.

Ciao.