Bound To You(Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

I place a faint knock upon the door and enter his office unannounced. Something he seldom likes for me to do.

"Ah, there she is." Mason declares as he stands from behind his desk, extending his hand for me to take. I slowly pad over to him, nervous and cautious, slipping my palm into his as he pulls me close, his steel blue eyes penetrating my soul. "Vanessa, I want you to meet a good friend of mine. His name is Zayn Malik." he says before turning to the gentleman rising from his seat. "Zayn, this is my beautiful wife, Vanessa."

He stands before me in a tailored suit and polished wing-tipped shoes. His eyes, a light mahogany, look me up and down without the slightest attempt to mask his desire.

I smile, cordially, and extend my hand for him to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Malik." I murmur softly, while taking him in.

His eyes linger on mine as his large hand grasps my handshake firmly. "I'd say that the pleasure is all mine."

His debonair smile compliments his charm. Charm that can easily be mistaken as arrogance.

I blush and quickly pull my hand away. He notices my embarrassment and grins as he turns to Mason.

"How in the world did someone like you end up with such..." he pauses and his eyes fall upon me again. "An attractive woman."

Mason's hand travels to the small of my back, gripping my side tightly. "Just luck I guess."

I weakly smile up at him as his grip tightens.

"Baby, Mr. Malik has just been hired by our company." he speaks towards Zayn, then turns to me. "He'll be a co-CEO along with you."

"Really." I turn and lock eyes once again. "I guess congratulations are in order."

"Indeed." Mr. Malik remarks, a playful brow raised. "It will be a pleasure working with you Ms. Vanessa."

Ms. Vanessa?

"Vanessa you may leave now. I'll be showing Mr. Malik to his office in a bit." Mason says before releasing me from his strenuous hold.

I adjust the hem of my dress and step away from him. "Okay. I'll be in my office if you need me." As I turn to leave, he grabs the bend of my arm and pulls me back, tipping my chin as he kisses me. My eyes fall upon Mr. Malik who sits on the arm of the chair with an amused expression on his face.

Embarrassed by Mason's behavior, I simper towards the ground and promptly turn, quickly disappearing through the exit.

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Zayn's eyes gather along Vanessa's backside as she turns and quietly exits the room. He slips his hands into his pockets and walks over to the glass window, leaning against it as Mason returns to his desk.

"She's beautiful man." Zayn compliments, folding his arms across his firm chest.

"Yeah." Mason briefly nods in agreement. "But don't let that shyness fool you. She can be a bit naughty at times" he grins.

Zayn bites his lip at the thought. "Yeah, she looks like she has a mouth on her." Oh, the sweet things he'd like to do to that mouth... "How long have you two been married?"

"About two years." Mason mumbles, while avidly searching for his box of Cuban cigars.

"Have any kids?" Zayn continues to pry, grasping at every bit of knowledge he can manipulate out of him.

"Fuck no." Mason blurts, a look of pure disgust on his face. "I hate fucking kids."

"Oh come on, man." Zayn chuckles and eggs the conversation on. "I thought you'd at least have one by now."