Zayn's Maid

Chapter 16

Zayn's P.O.V

She ran off in front of me, her skinny butt distracting me.

"Hey! Wait up Perrie," I called, laughing as she squeezed her hands into tight fists.

"That had to be the most embarrassing experience of my life," she huffed as I caught her by the arm, spinning her round to face me.

She looked so cute when he was mad, her cheeks red and flustered. I peered at the bag she had in her hand, dying to see what was inside.

"Come on, surely it wasn't that bad," I said, trying to get a glimpse.

She snatched it away and folded her arms, looking me up and down.

"It really was," she cried," you have no idea! I wonder why I bother sometimes-"

"Because you like to impress me."

She opened her mouth to argue but nothing came out, she just looked away and blushed.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

I moved closer to her and kissed her cheek, making her shiver. She always did the when I touched her, I loved the way she moaned when I sucked at her skin.

"Not here," she said quietly, pushing me away," I don't want people to know about...whatever this is."

"Your embarrassed by me?" I said, moving and inch away from her.

"I'm embarrassed by what we're doing, these sick games we play and how you touch me," she whispered.

I looked away and sighed, woman were so complicated. They didn't appreciate the pleasure, they had to have the label.

"Okay, then we'll cool it down a bit," I said grudgingly.

"You have to promise me something," she said," promise me that we'll just be...friends, nothing else."

I rolled my eyes and nodded, smirking at her.

Knew it.

"With many benefits," I added.

"Fine," she muttered.

I grinned and ushered her towards the food court, sitting down at an Italian restaurant. She sat awkwardly, not looking me in the eye and fiddling with the cutlery.

I ordered spaghetti bolognese to share and two cokes, Perrie still sitting in silence.

"Are you okay?" I asked as the food came.

She nodded and I twirled the pasta round my fork, staring at her as she sipped her coke.

"I'm fine," she said.

"Here," I offered the fork to her and she looked at it, waiting for my reaction, "go on."

She bit it and smiled appreciatively, I liked it better when she smiled instead of sitting in a sulk.

"Thank you," she said,"for everything."

"It's okay-"

"No really. I never got to do anything like this before now," she whispered.

I looked at her and saw the years of jealousy she had lived, how bad she wanted out of that place. But she didn't want the escape that I had offered her.

"I'm sorry."

She looked up at me with confusion, her eyes not showing the emotion I was expecting, close to tears.

"What for?" she asked.

"For taking you away from your friend."

She winced and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, a tear still slipping down her cheek. When she cried it made me feel a way that I had never experienced before. My stomach twisted and my heart sank, like everything was my fault.

"Jade," she whimpered, covering her face with her hands," she needed me."

"I know," I said quietly," I shouldn't have taken you away from her."

She looked up at me suddenly, her cheeks stained with mascara.

"In a way I'm glad you did," she said, surprising me," I've never laughed so much or felt this way before."

This isn't what I wanted. I wanted the pleasure, not everything that comes with it.