insane | zayn malik

Insane 2 | Truculent

Insane 2 | Truculent

"Tell me why you're already dressed up early in the morning and I literally just woke up still looking like a bum," Mori walked out from the hallway and came into the living room where I was at, a cute pout on her face.

I shrug, "You never know what could happen. Have to stay prepared, ya know?"

"Mh..I understand," she hums sitting on the end of the couch that I was on, leaving room for the all papers and money that as also on the couch between us.

I looked at her, admiring her natural glow of her dark ebony skin, "Are you okay Mori?"

"Yeah I'm fine," she replied easily.

"You sure? Because if you need anything to talk about then you know I'm here for you," I reminded her sincerely.

"Yes, I'm sure," she smiled softly at me, a real smile. "Thank you though, you're so sweet."

"Anything," I hum warmly, going back to what I was doing.

"So whatcha' doing?" She asked criss-crossing her legs as she faced me.

"Minding my own business," I murmured quietly underneath my breath.

"Hey," she called out, and when I looked at her she was pouting some more.

"Kidding," I chuckle, resulting for her to roll her eyes at me. "Look, roll your eyes at me again and you won't have any the next time you do it."

"Or what?" She challenged raising a brow at me.

"You don't wanna find out," I warn playfully.

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and interest, "You gonna spank Mr. Malik?"

"Kinky are we?" I ask raising a brow at her, amused on how this conversation made a sudden turn.

"Just a little bit," she shrugs as she smiled at me coyly. "But that's a different story for a different time."

I shook my head, chuckling at her adorable ways, "You're ridiculous."

"Eh, I get that a lot," she laughs gently. "But seriously, what is all this money and paper for?"

"It came from my clubs this morning," I explain shortly. "I get the money every week in the mail."

"Damn, you makin' dem big bucks," she says picking up some money and putting it back down. "Must be nice."

"This isn't even it," I say moving some of it the side, writing some more things down.

"Oh, so there's more?" She asks.

I nodded to her question, "Hell yeah, I gotta keep the cash flow coming."

"You did say you have to stay prepared," she spoke snapping her fingers.

I couldn't help but to smile at her, "See? You're already rubbing off of me baby."

"Oh shut up," she gushes looking away from me.

"You like it when I call you that?" I smirk looking at her, secretly loving how shy she got.

She looked up at me, thinking something else quickly, "Wow, you have a really nice couch by the way."

"Hey don't try to change the subject," I laugh reaching over to grab her hand.

She took my hand and gave it a light squeeze. Just before she was about to say something the house phone started to ring. It was the worst time ever, but I got up to answer it anyway.