Princess

One

ZAYN

I sit in the chair with my feet up and a blunt in my hand puffin away at the taste.
The blinds are closed.
It's dark in the room and my mind is at peace.
*ring ring

Fuck
"What do you want Peggy? I'm busy"
"Sir you intern is here to see you, shall I send her up?" I sit up and kill the joint. I was sad, it wasn't even quarter way gone.
"Yes, what was her name again?"
"Isabelle sir. She's on her way up now." Peggy says before I end the call

*knock knock

"Come in." I say
As she walks in the door, my eyes almost burst at how pretty she is. Huh I don't remember her being this pretty when I interviewed her.  It doesn't matter though, I bet at the end of the day she'll be screaming my name.
"Mr.Malik," she says and I enter back into reality,
Fuck her voice is so heavenly,
"Yes, hello Isabelle, it's nice to see you again. Sit sit sit, ha now I sound like my mum, tell me about yourself." Damn, her body is amazing as well. She has thick thighs that are biteable and an hourglass figure that I can drink up. Let's not even talk about her back side cause i know I'll probably jerk off to that later. I notice how her face changes when she smells the weed in the air. That's weird, I've never seen one of my interns smile before at the smell, huh.
"Well, I'm Isabelle Johnson, I'm 21 and I go to UCLA, and I major in cosmetology and graduate next spring. I come from San Fransisco and lived with my mom and two younger siblings, Abby who is 17 and Chase who is 15. Oh and you can call me Issa." She says smiling
"That's nice but let me ask you this Issa, if you want to be a cosmetologist why did you choose an internship that has to do with business?" I ask with a hint of laughter in my voice
"Let me be honest with you Mr.Malik, I really need the money, and your the only business that was open and looking for an intern so yeah I went for it." She holds her hand on the back of her neck in embarrassment.
"That's perfectly fine with me, all I need from you is to sign these papers confirming that you will be working here for the next 6 months." Damn, I can see her in my bed already. I lick my lips and think about whether she is good in the sheets or not.
She signs the papers and smiles looking ready for anything that I throw at her.

"Ok since this is your first day at work I'm gonna go easy on you but don't expect for me to do the same thing tomorrow."
She shakes her head and gives a nervous smile.
"Ok good, first I need you to make a quick stop at the 5th floor and tell Jan that I expect that agreement paper for the grand opening of my lunch bar by tomorrow and if you can get me an iced coffee with 3 sugars and milk from across the street. That's all." She finishes writing everything down on her notepad and heads downstairs.

* * * (20 minutes later)

*knock knock
"Mr. Malik." She calls
Fuck that was quick. Normally I have time to jerk off a bit. Maybe that's fate telling me not to.
She opens the door and has a coffee in her hand and papers in the other.
"Sir, these papers were from Jessie the mail man, he told me to give them to you, and I didn't know what size you wanted so I just got you a large, figuring that it will last you for the rest of the day." She smiles and brings both things to my desk.
I smile and say thank you.
"Oh and Jan said she should have those papers by the end of the day for you." 
I nod and tell her that she can set up her desk in the front of the room. I really don't have anything else for her to do. I mean I'm used to my assistant doing things for me but now that she is on maternity leave and did everything else before she left, I have nothing to do.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her unpacking a few things and putting them away in her desk drawers.  Damn she's beautiful. Even though she has a beat face, I can tell under neath is beautiful too. I've never really had interest in thick girls, but something about her makes my friend happy.
It's 1:30 and my work shift ends at 4 so I decided to go for lunch. I offered for Issa to join me and she said yes. We head towards the elevator and head down. There is an awkward silence between us
so I decide to lighten up the mood. I start asking her questions about her school and her friends and family. She answers with many good things to say. She then asks me some questions about my company and family.
"Mr.Malik, what is your business about? Like what does it do?" I'm taken back by this question.
"Well my business buys companies that are run down and need help. We then reestablish them and make them better than what they used to be. And how I make money is by them giving me 20% or more depending on how big the company is of their income. And so far we have over 200 business that are successful because of my team."
"So other companies are basically paying you for restoring them and making them better?"
"You can say it that way" I laugh