Chapter five

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"I'm a man who can't easily be tamed, Mr. Cameron. You either amuse me with your pathetic proposals or I'd call the local government to testify the unlawfulness of your fucking corporation." Zayn barks out, pleased by his tone of superiority. He shakes his head in amusement before patting the matted mop of curls below his pelvic region to assure the boy that he was doing a great job.

"Quite intense, don't you agree? But you know I don't usually actuate jokes on such rare phone calls so-

"No! Mr. Malik please―those are better left unstated. The regimes needn't to be informed about this, everything should remain tacit and―

"Oh Mr. Cameron, look at you. Sounding so poor and desperate, reminds me of something―rather someone who once craved for justice." The man on the other line audibly swallows a big lump before stuttering a quick, disingenuous apology. Surely he was taken aback by Zayn's sudden evoking since they had already discussed and sorted the issue in the past, he mentally quoted 'what's done is done'.

"Zayn... please, don't involve the past here. Move on because I'm certain everyone has and―

"Oh dear! I've moved on alright. Don't worry your poor arse Mr. Cameron, it's all in the past now. I've already accepted everything, of how your sick and twisted brother killed his own daughter, so cut me some slack." He pauses and gazes down to meet with the glossy emerald eyes that bored straight through his dilated ones. "Which is certainly why I have a boy here at my suite." after the spoken information, Zayn didn't fail to hear the horror concealing the man's gasp, it held so many emotions which Zayn, if given a chance, would keenly articulate to amplify the old man's repulsion.

"Jesus Christ, you had totally lost it, didn't you, Zayn? The lost of my niece caused your insanity I presume." the 68 year old former CEO shook his head in disappointment, he knew Zayn could do better than this. He was better of with something that could probably save his life. Locking himself in his small, isolated flat with the continuous denunciation of Marionette's death wasn't the very least helpful.

"Shut up, you know nothing." He was cut short when he heard the spluttering sound below. "I'd love to prolong this talk but I'm gonna need my release soon, damn this beautiful boy could take it deep. Hear from you some other time, Mr. Cameron. Ciao."

Zayn groans loudly at the capability of Harry's mouth. The boy could fucking take his whole length in without even gagging. The older man pliantly sat on the boundery of the pool whilst Harry stayed floated on the water, giving him a spectacular head he may actually never forget.

"Jesus Harry, who fucking taught you this?" Zayn wheezes once again as Harry's nose touched his pelvic region, nuzzling his pubic hairs as he struggled to swallow Zayn's whole c0ck in. Harry then pulls out to lick on the underside and suckle on his ball's skin all the while pumping Zayn's shaft deliriously.

"Self taught." Harry giggles, fucking giggles. And it shouldn't sound cute to Zayn but it did. "Am I doing any good?" the boy bats his thick lashes innocently in vain hopes of alluring the older man who wasn't too interested in him. But that was before, who knows how he sees Harry now? He ought to have flirted his way to Zayn's heart, or so at least he thought he did.

"You were great sweetheart, now hop up and sit on my lap." Zayn shored up the boy by his armpits and placed him on his lap. Harry was still clad in his yellow tight swimming trunks that hugged his hipbones perfectly. He shifted his gaze to stare back at Zayn, only to see his pupils dilated with what seems to be a mixture of anger and lust.

"Beautiful." Zayn murmurs. His breath was hot and Harry couldn't help but inhale the minty scent, he smelt so sexy and rich. Harry adores him.

"Who was that?" and just like that, the very question slipped from Harry's puffy lips that had Zayn scowling. For a fifteen year old, he was already too nosy over the adult's matter. But he had to mask his grimace as Harry was his only key to get into Niall's heart, rather, pants.

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