"I chose Chime for Change because it resonated so much with me." Zayn boasted, picking up his glass of cognac and bringing it up to his lips. He lowered it. "Women do so much for the world, and I definitely think it's time to give back."
Devlyn's eyes lowered to her sixth glass of wine before rolling back up to the table of balding old men in front of her. They stared at Zayn in awe as he mansplained his plan to 'save women around the world'. His choice–both ironic and irritating–seemed to only gravitate around how great he was for choosing to donate money.
"Everything starts with women." The man across from her grinned, displaying his yellow teeth. His eyes swayed to her direction, lingering for a few seconds. "What about you, what do you think?"
Devlyn takes a bite the meat inside of her lobster tail entree, wiping her mouth of the remnants. "What do I think of what?" She asked.
"Zayn's donation."
The table falls silent, the only sounds being forks poking into dishes and the sipping of wine. "I mean it's amazing really, what a trailblazer." She continues monotonously. "King of Feminism."
Zayn clears his throat and takes a sip of his cognac. "I think she may have had a little bit too much to drink." He tells them.
The group smiles, returning to their meals.
A shit-eating grin festers along Zayn's pink lips as he senses Devlyn's sarcasm. His hand wanders under the table in her direction, finding her smooth leg. She stiffens as his hand crawls up the plush surface of her thigh and brushes the lacy material of her thong.
Zayn sits his glass down."I'd like to thank you all for making donations," His middle finger slides against her labia. "And I'm so glad you all support my decision." Devlyn's eyes grow wide.
She reaches forward, grabbing the end of her champagne glass. Zayn's hand advances closer and closer to her clit, and she's panicking. Devlyn takes the last sip of her champagne, and that's when the soft padding of his finger kneads into her clit. She moans into her glass, and Zayn coughs.
"Are you alright, Dear?" One of the guests asks her, his eyes laden with concern.
"Y-yes." Devlyn coughs, "This champagne was just a little dry on the throat." Zayn's finger kneads into her clit faster. Her legs begin to buckle.
"Let me get the waiter for you, hun."
Devlyn shakes her head, ignoring the tingling between her legs. "No that won't be–oh my g–necessary."
Zayn licks the chapped surface of his bottom lip, leaning forward into the table as he engages in conversation with the man adjacent to him. His finger ventures down further, sliding into her and pumping. Devlyn bites her tongue, puffing out a breath of air.
It's obvious that Zayn finds this amusing. He smiles, his pink tongue peek past his teeth and his eyes crinkle as the sides. He slides another finger into her, and tears brim her eyes. While the thrill arouses Devlyn, she can't imagine how embarrassing it would be to cum in front of investors worth millions of dollars. She wants to tell him to stop, but he's already turned her on. It's already hard enough to keep her hands off of him.
Once Zayn got her started, there was no stopping. At least, not until she came. His fingers slide back up to her clit, before jamming themselves back into her. She is soaking, and Zayn knows it.
A familiar feeling bursts in the pit of her stomach, letting her know that she was close. She was going to come any second, he just had to finish her off. Her legs begin to shake, preparing for her climax, but it never comes. His fingers slide out of her, leaving her disappointed.
Devlyn looks over to Zayn, and of course was already wearing that cocky little smirk. She groans in disgust, turning back to her meal. Clearly, he knew what he was doing. His little antics never failed to piss her off, but it never stopped her from falling for them.
She goes back to picking at the lobster tail on her plate. Surely, it's cold by now, but it doesn't matter because she's too full with repugnance to stomach food at the moment.
When her eyes wander back to Zayn, he's looking right at her. He drags his fingers across the surface of his tongue and snickers.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
WHAT A SLY FUCKER LMAOOOO.
I'm sick of his ass, and his invisible girlfriend.
Anyway, this scene is split up into three chapters. (: k? k.
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L.A. Confidential ⌖ z.m au
Fanfiction"'Cause you know I got somebody so I can't fuck with just anybody, but sometimes I get lonely. I get lonely." In which Zayn realizes he's in love with Devlyn, but it may be too late.
