Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselor

Chapter 07

[ I give you your sex ! People always ask me why I never actually play out the sex. Because I'm shit at it. But...this is probably my best smutt scene. So, enjoy ! ] 

"Is it important for you partner to support your hobbies?" I asked a rather new client. He looked like he was hanging onto 49 by a thread, and he was one of those white men with a balding top, but not even God could convince them to once and for all shave off the sides. I was beyond bored. 

"Yes I think it's very important.." Top Bald began to explain, and I had tried my hardest to listen, but through the glass of my office, I could see none other than Zayn, walking past my office from the elevators with Losi without so much as a glance my way. My breathing had picked up by a lot, seeing him was even a task at hand because of the amount of emotion that conjures within me whenever I see his pretty little face. 

How dare he? 

Ever since the encounter after New Orleans, he'd made it his business to completely ignore me and everything that had to do with me. Well, of course I had told him to leave me alone, and that I didn't want to ever see him again, but that was completely beside the point. If he cared like he claimed to, he wouldn't have let me run off as easily as he did, but for some reason, I couldn't quite find myself able to hold a grudge. 

"with my job, and my success- are you even listening to me?" Baldy suddenly snapped, looking rather angry at the fact he'd spent lots of money to sit here and talk to me, yet I was too busy staring at the door Malik had went through with a clenched jaw, and heavy breath fanning through my nose.

I blinked, sucking in a breath and letting out a smile in return, looking back to the man's eyes, raising the corners of my mouth a little more to convince him that I had been. 

"Uh.. yeah I was, you don't want someone that's gonna change you." I nodded with a smile which seemed to please him, and egged him on to continue talking. 

But Zayn couldn't and would not stay off my mind. 

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"and, Touchdown!" The small TV higher in the corner of our living room had blared, in turn making Harry groan in response. The points obviously hadn't went to the team he was rooting for. 

"Oh come on! Babe did you see that?" Harry whined, rolling his eyes with a shake to his head as he showed evidently how disappointed he was in the game. 

"Yeah.." I trailed, knowing when he was in this little game mode, he was far from Earth, and any response you gave wasn't worth much because he wasn't really listening. I sat beside him on our love seat, flipping aimlessly through a magazine as he continuously shouted and groaned when my phone had suddenly came to an annoying ring. 

When I dropped the catalog to take a peak at the caller ID it'd been the man I was dying to talk to for at least a week. Like a natural reflex, I'd looked up to Harry to make sure he hadn't a clue as to who had rung me and made sure he was oblivious to me rising to my feet to take the call. 

"Touchdown!" Harry yelled happily, and at that point, he wasn't taking his eyes off the game anytime soon. I snuck out and into the foyer a bit of ways away from where Harry sat, but I had a clear view of him, just to make sure if he didn't stay put I wouldn't be caught red handed. I took a breath before clicking answer. 

"So this is what you wanted? huh? You just gonna have sex with me and just ignore me after that?" I snapped quietly into the phone, no friendly greeting or anything remotely kind because I was in fact pissed, "you come to  the office you don't say hi, or call anybody."

"You're the one that said you were married and couldn't do this right?.. Right?" Zayn inquired, the snappiness in his tone completely noted, "why does it matter if I call you or not, Eva? Really. Why are you doing this?" He finished, and it instantly had my face softening. I'd never heard him talk so harshly. Toward me anyway, and it was far from fun. He couldn't hate me.