My dear boss Zayn

Stay away*

Zayn's POV

It is late in the morning when I wake up next to her, red hair spreading all over the pillow, quite messy but completly hot. She is laying there right next to me, her body is naked in my own sheets. The smell of her skin in the morning kinda hypnotizing with her hair still wet from the night before, I want to taste her and every single part of her body. She looks peaceful and quiet, I wonder if she is dreaming about me or not.

She looks like a beautiful beached mermaid only covered with white sheets and the sound of her breathing appeases me. The sun makes her features shine, which makes the color of her hair pops even more. My eyes fall on her body, she has a few beauty spot all over her chest and arms too, I could count them all night.

I can see her curves through the sheets and the form of her breasts which makes my bulge growing the more I look at it. I contain myself not to wake her up the way I'd like to.

It is quite strange for me to give that much attention to a woman, usually I only use them for sex and nothing else. Actually, being awake in the same bed with a girl I haven't properly fucked already is unusual to me. But, Candice, I feel like I want to protect her.

There's something about her, she's just too cute and hot at the same time. Sometimes I feel like I want to do her hard or cuddle her, I don't really know.

The thing is, she doesn't know it yet but I might be the biggest threat in her life. However I'm keeping her close to me, maybe too close, but she is so addictive. I want her, completly, and she wants me too. But she seems to like the little game we are playing together, and I have to say that I like it too.

In the past, I would have run away and forgotten any girl who would have resisted me, but she is worth it. She is worth waiting for being in my bed and fucked the way I want to. She is testing my limits but I'd love to make her cross the line first. I'm the kind of man who hates to lose because success is my only option, fail is not.

I look at her like this for a moment when, slowly, I remove a strand of hair from her face and decide to let her sleep peacefully. I tiptoe my way off the bed and change my underwear, getting comfortable in a grey tracksuit and head to the balcony where I carefully close the bay window behind me. I take my phone and start to dial Angelo's number as there's some shit we need to talk about. As always, he picks up the phone immediately.

"Yep ?" he says.

"Hi man, it's Zayn."

"Zayn, how ya doing ? Everything's good ?" he suddenly changes his tone as I never call him to talk about silly things, he must be wondering what's going on.

"Not really," I turn around to see if she's still sleeping and go on, "listen, a lot of shit happened, Angelo." I say, thoughtful.

"What kind of shit ? You're okay boss ?" he asks, a bit worried now.

"I am, thanks God." I pause, "last night, I was out with Candice when we found ourselves in the middle of a fucking gunfire. This shit was crazy."

"Wait what-

"Yes, you heard. We need to do something about it."

"Wait," he pauses, "are you okay ? What about the girl ?"

"Yes, Angelo I'm okay and Candice is fine too. But she's a bit traumatized, she thought we were going to die."