My dear boss Zayn

Hide and seek

"Hey, buddy." I hear Angelo's voice trying to wake Zayn up next to me. I try to open my eyes slowly but Zayn doesn't move and keeps sleeping.

"What's going on ?" I ask Angelo, whispering. I pull the sheets and cover my body as I'm naked but I know he doesn't care.

"I've got great news. But I need Zayn to wake up too." He says.

"Alright, I'll try to wake him up and we will meet you downstairs." He nods and walks out the room.

I put my hand on his chest and stroke him slowly, whispering his name. He turns his head but keeps his eyes shut, he seems so peaceful I don't want to disturb him.

"Baby..." I touch his hair and kiss him on his cheek delicately.

"Hum." He moans.

"Angelo wants to talk to us," I stroke his cheek, "time to wake up baby."

He starts to open his eyes finally, and yawns. I keep staring at him as he puts his hand before his mouth. He turns his head and immediately smiles as he sees me above him, admiring him as always. I think I'll never get used to this sight.

"Hi, my love." He says as he touches my face and removes a strand of hair, pulling it behind my ear carefully.

"Did you sleep well ?"

"I did," he smirks and moves his hand under the sheet, reaching my bare body and touching my curves with the tip of his fingers, "and you ?"

"I slept well too." I say, my voice weak at his touch. I got goosebumps as he keeps on touching me finely. I'm holding my breath instinctively as his fingers reach my inner thighs, he licks his lips as he sees the look on my face, "not now," I say, painfully.

"Too bad..." he says, pouting like a baby but grabs my butt under the sheets still and kisses me suddenly. I put my hand on his chest and try to keep my composure not to climb on him and hurt his wound accidentally. I kiss him one last time and we get up from bed.

Angelo is already waiting for us when we go downstairs. He turns around to face us and his face immediately lightens, he seems quite happy actually.

"What's the matter, bro ?" Zayn asks as he pats on his shoulder generously.

"I've got good news."

"Really ?" I say surprised as it seems like the last few days only brought us bad news.

"Daniel called me one hour ago. Lucia does believe Jude's suicide theory. Actually, she doesn't care anymore she's busy doing something else at the moment." He says.

"Which means ?" My voice becomes clearer, like something has been taken off my shoulders.

"Which means we're going home." Zayn says as he rubs my back and looks at me smiling.

"Sure," Angelo nods, "but we have to be careful still, we need to keep quiet and keep a low profile as well. She's not done with us yet."

"She might never be, actually." Zayn says and my back tenses.

"All I'm saying is that we need to keep quiet as much as possible," he says holding his hand in the air in a preventive way, "alright, I'm going to book a plane for us. You should pack your bags by now."