[5. Fever]

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[Zayn]

         Luciana has been babysitting Presley for a week now and Gigi is absolutely in love with her. She's been cleaning the house without us telling her to and even makes dinner for us. Gigi doesn't even care about how loud the music gets over at Luciana's anymore.

School starts in a week and I don't know if I can keep control. I'm going to be seeing a lot of Luciana and it makes me happy. I'd be lying if I said we haven't been growing closer and talking a lot more about things that aren't my wife and kid. I've showed her the rest of my music and she loves it and it makes my heart swell. Gigi never cared for my music as much as I wanted her too but it's okay because I have someone else to now.

"I'm going to be working late." Gigi says to me as I lay in bed watching her get ready from her vanity.

"Why?" Hopefully she's cheating.

"I applied for some extra work at the studio." Studio my ass I say in my head but just wave it off and tell her "okay babe."

There's a familiar knock at the door and then the sound of Presley yelling out Luciana's name with joy.

"I'll see you later baby." Gigi says and sits by me on the bed and gives me a kiss and gets up and the sound of her heels leave the room and head down the stairs.

I get up and look at my phone and the principal texted me saying I need to finish up some paperwork. I get out of bed and run my fingers through my hair pushing it back and head to my closet. I grab a pair of boxers with some black jeans and a random T-shirt that smells decent. I throw it on the bed and walk to the bathroom to get ready.

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[Luciana]

I'm downstairs making breakfast for Presley when I hear the shower upstairs start over the sound of Peppa Pig in the living room.

Zayn and I have gotten close and we talk about a lot of things but he's so attractive and I'm slowly starting to like him. He has great music and the only reason I've not acted on lust to him is because of his 2 year old son. You don't need a rocket scientist to tell you that Zayn and Gigi's marriage is going in two different ways but I can sense they are only staying together to avoid an ugly custody battle.

"Ah, fuck!" I hear upstairs and then a thud. Presley and I look at each other and then he runs upstairs.

"Help Luci!" I hear Presley yell out from upstairs and I rush up there to see what's going on.

I knock on the door and wait for an answer and door opens. Presley grabs my hand and pulls me inside and that causes Zayn to attempt to cover himself with the fallen shower curtain.

"Are you alright, Zayn?" I ask him looking anywhere but at his crotch.  It's really hard. Pun intended.

"I'm fine, my back just really hurts." He says and tries to get up out of the tub but I rush to help him. I turn the water off and put a hand on his warm wet back. As I do I notice how his body relaxes from my touch and he calms down.

"You don't have to help me."Zayn says as I grab his forearm to help him up as he tries to keep the wet laminated shower curtain on his dick.

I help Zayn up and out of the shower and Presley is nowhere to be seen. Zayn stops and stands where he is, stretching his back.

"Are you alright?" I ask him and he is right in front of my in the tiny bathroom and all the steam from the hot shower he was taking before is still lingering. Clouding the room and my thoughts of his wife and kid.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says and stands up straight and looks at me and it's too awkward for me to even think about moving.

I have my back and hands pressed against to sink and Zayn starts to move towards me. The sound of my breathing must be loud because Zayn lets out a small chuckle as he moves to me, moving strands of his wet hair back from his forehead and eyes.

"Not to sound inapropriate but you dont know what you do to me, Luciana." Zayn says to me as he takes to steps to me and is right infront of my face. His brown eyes have a darker shade to them and the way he is breathing sounds like it has a growl in it.

My concious has left me and so has all my cares. I grab his face and move it to mine and smash my lips roughly agiant his, the feeling of his scratchy beard only makes me want more of it. Everywhere on me. When he starts to kiss back I pull away to breath and think about what I'm fucking doing.

"I'm sorry." Zayn says pressing his forehead agianst the top of my head while I have my hands on his biceps, running my fingers along his various tattoos. I move my head foreward and press my lips on the red lips tattoo he has in the center of his chest. when I do that a growl rumbles from his throat and out of his mouth.

"Fuck it." He says and grabs my face between both of his hands and presses his lips back to mine to give me an opened mouth kiss, slipping his tongue  in immediately. I take my chance to get up on the sink and as I do his hands move from my face and run up my legs to my hips.

I move from the kiss and go for his neck, sucking on the fleshy skin under his jaw. His hands continue to move up and now he's grabbing my boobs above my shirt. My hands go for my shirt as take it off and Zayn's eyes go for my boobs that are spilling out of the cups of my bra. He pulls the cups down and attaches his lips to my hardening nipples. I arch my back off the cold mirror as he flicks his tounge over one while pullling the other between his fingers.

"Zayn," I moan out and grab the back of his hair and scratch at his scalp. he moans around my nipple and it sends me over the edge of pleasure. "More." I say as I move my hand down to his exposed dick. That's hard. He throws his head back and releases a loud moan.

"Daddy?" I hear Presley say from the door and I pull away and thankfully the door is closed, Zayn must've closed it for that reason. We pull away and look at each other and my eyes go to the red mark that was indented by my teeth on his neck.

"Fuck, I left you a hickey." I say and my fingers go to touch it and Zayn hisses. "Daddy, hungry." Presley says again and this time I rush off the sink and go to the little boy. "Let's go get you some food, baby." I say opening the door, picking him up and taking his downstairs.


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it took me three periods to write this only because the people next to me were hella nosy. i cut it short there because schools about to end and i still had to edit this. but FINALLY SOME ZAYN AND LUCIANA ACTION!!!

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