dirty | collection of one shots.

a scandalous night

they say what goes around comes around — but this isn't the type of karma that zayn would have expected .

HE walked in his building with powerful and confident strides. Having all eyes on him when he came strutting down the marble floor. The man knew the effect that he had on people. It boosted his ego so much to know that people worshipped the ground he walked on. They idolized him and he knew it. Anybody who looked at Mr. Malik felt some type of way. Everybody would kill just to have a conversation with him. He was like a god.

Zayn Malik was the owner of Malik's Inc. He was the biggest and richest business man in the country. No one has caught up to him ever since he started making his way to the top. So many hours and years has led up to this. He had everything he wanted and it was ran by him. Many people envied him but he didn't care. That only built his pride even more. He changed the game in the business industry. The competition to be the best was now over. Mr. Malik had everything underneath his own command because he was unstoppable.

"In my office now," Mr. Malik ordered walking past his assistant who was chatting with one of her co-workers. When he made it in his office he leaned against his desk with his arms crossed. As he watched his assistant walk in the room and close the door he bit his bottom lip at the sight of her.

"Yes Mr. Malik?" Dawn, the sassy and dark skinned woman, asked raising a brow at her boss. She had no idea what he wanted from her because she just had got in the building not too long ago.

"Aren't we past the formal shit?" He asked with amusement.

"I don't think we are," she remarked crossing her arms over her chest.

"I say otherwise," Zayn shot back rolling his eyes. "Now come here."

"What do you want?" Dawn walked over to him and he wrapped an arm around her waist. She stared at him in curiosity.

"I just want to talk," Zayn traced the side of her pretty face, admiring the ebony beauty up close. He could never get over how gorgeous she was. Dawn was a fine dime.

She snorted, "Pft, boy please. What do you really want?"

Zayn knew what he wanted from her, and he could easily get it, right now and right here actually. He could bend her over his desk and fuck her senseless as she screamed his name. Or better yet he could just put her mouth to use and let her suck on his cock. He reminisced about the wonderful blow jobs she gave him. The patience he had was running really low right now. From the way her blouse was pushing up her breast and the tight pencil skirt on her hips was making Zayn a bit aroused.

"I was just wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight," Zayn asked tilting his head to the side a little bit. "If you're up for it."

"At that fancy restaurant?" She asked.

"No, at my place," he told her, and she froze.

Dawn gulped, "Isn't your wife coming back from Jamaica tonight?"

"No, tomorrow or even a day after that," Zayn told her with ease and she relaxed.

"I mean," she rolled her lips to the side. "I guess that would be nice."

"Great, I expect you to be there around ten," he told her rubbing her back smoothly. "And wear that black thong again, yeah?"

"As you please boss," she giggles before leaning in to kiss him softly.

Zayn hummed against her lips, grabbing a handful of her ass before he pulled away, "See ya later baby, have a good day."