Flawless // z.m

Thirteen.

Beta: son

Dadi: grandma (dads side)

Kuthi: bitch lol

((i know zayns speaks urdu but i do not so hindi will have to do, and they're pretty similar anyway))

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"Come to my office," I jumped when Mr. Malik's voice boomed through the speaker of my phone. There was no formal greeting, just the sound of his heavy breathing. I nodded feverishly and hung up, then cursed under my breath because Mr. Malik couldn't see me nodding and probably thought I had hung up on him.

Mr. Malik has been on edge ever since the launch party three days ago. He came into work on Saturday, basically kicking and screaming. He yelled at Catherine for God knows what, glared at me for three minutes straight then locked himself in his office for the rest of the day. The cycle kept repeating itself.

Just as I reached the door, it pulled open from the other side and Mr. Malik stepped out, running straight into me. "Took you long enough," he spat and held the door open for me to enter. I mumbled a weak apology and entered his office, taking a seat on the chair adjacent to his desk.

Mr. Malik let the door fall shut with a loud thud before going over to the large floor to ceiling glass window. His arms were crossed tightly behind his back as he stared intently out the window. I stared at the back of his raven hair, shamelessly letting my eyes travel down his expensive suit clad body.

I waited patiently and tried to think of anything I could've done to piss him off but came up short.

"What days do you have classes?" He asked suddenly and turned to face me. I cleared my throat and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I came into his office with the impression that'd I'd be getting yelled at or fired.

"Uhm, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays." I said and pulled at the collar of my shirt a bit. The room felt like it was sweltering hot. My breathing was a bit heavy and the humidity in the air made it difficult to see. Mr. Malik's hard gaze only added to the fire rushing through my body.

"What time does your class start and end tonight?" His voice still held a hard edge but his eyes softened considerably when he noticed how hard I was squirming.

"5 to 7, sir" Why? I added in my head. Mr. Malik nodded and began to slowly stride towards me, his hands still locked behind his back. He hummed when he stopped directly in front of me. He stood there, watching me cautiously before he slowly began to lean down. He held onto the sides of the chair as he lowered his head so his eyes were level with mine, his face just inches from my own.

My breath hitched in my throat due to his close proximity. I could feel the heat rolling off his body and trapping us both. His breath danced across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My heart was hammering against my ribs and I was almost positive he could hear it because the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk.

"So pretty" he mumbled, his lips barely letting the words leave his mouth. I gripped the sides of the chair tightly, fighting the urge to inch forward and plant my lips against his. I was craving it, I had been since the first time I laid my eyes on him. His lips were a nice, inviting pink that I just couldn't resist.

My lips parted slowly but other than that, I stayed motionless. I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, just starring at each other and one of us daring the other to make the first move. Part of me felt it should be me, considering he did it last time. Another part strongly protested this entire situation.

Mr. Malik exhaled slowly, practically begging me to lean forward, and I did just that. At first, it was a bit involuntary. The warmth radiating from him enticed me and persuaded me to move forward until I was doing it on my own. My lips gently collided with his and he immediately began coaxing movements from me until every bit of him filled me. His scent filled my senses, my lungs aching to inhale more and more of it.