Capture Me

Chapter Eighteen

He pulled his phone out and started texting someone in Arabic. "Who's that?" I asked and curled up next to him. I had no clue what he was saying to the person and I was surprised he was texting in Arabic.

"My cousin, Alia," He smiled and finished off a text message. "She's been helping me out a lot with like meeting my dad again and all that." He put his phone down and looked over at me.

"That's very sweet of her. Am I going to meet her?"

He shrugged, "Honestly, you wouldn't like her very much."

"Why?"

"She grew up in this lavish lifestyle and she's very, very spoiled. She expects everyone to just fall over and worship the ground she walks on, which some people do. She's horrible to people who do not worship her. She's just not a very nice person to people at first until she finds out what they're like." He sighed.

"You make it sound like she has no redeeming qualities," I laughed.

"She's caring towards the people she loves and towards family. She hasn't been very nice to me until my father has his stroke though..."

"Why?"

"It's honestly such a long story; let's just say she's kinda psychotic and I wasn't having it," He picked his phone back up and started going through his emails, most of which were in Arabic.

"God, I'm exhausted," I sighed. The jetlag was finally hitting me as I watched Zayn type.

"Go to sleep," He looked at me with a smile before he started to sit up.

"Where are you going?" I questioned.

"I don't want to keep you up," He turned and kissed my forehead.

"Zayn, don't be ridiculous. Get your butt back into bed before I tie you down here," I threatened jokingly. Zayn held his hands up in defeat and climbed back in bed. He put his arm around me and continued typing with the other. "You're a very popular man."

"It's my father's email," he chuckled. "I'm going to be doing stuff with his company for the next few days so I'm going through what I have to do."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"No clue," He laughed. "But I have people to help me." I kissed his cheek and then smiled up at him.

"Don't stay up too late," I winked and rolled onto my side. I was out within minutes because of the jetlag.

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I heard an alarm go off for a few seconds and then stop. The bed shifted and I felt Zayn spoon me from behind. "I have to go now, baby. Have a nice day. I love you."

"No," I whined and grabbed his arm. I pulled his arm to my chest and smiled when my nipples hardened with his touch.

"Ava," He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Just a few more kisses," I smiled. "I'm not going to see you for a whole day." He rolled his eyes but then kissed my lips over and over. He kissed my neck slowly and then pulled away. "Zayn." I whined and I heard him chuckle and he started kissing me again.

His arms wrapped around me and started touching the skin on my stomach. I spun around and smiled when I looked up at him. His eyes flicked down to my hard nipples which were visible through my shirt. He started kissing my lips again and I reached down and rubbed his length, which was starting to get hard. He groaned softly into the kiss and reached up my shirt.

His hands squeezed my breasts as my arm around his back and my fingernails dug into him. "I really need to go," He gasped in between kisses.

"You can't leave with an erection, now can you?" I giggled and bumped my thigh against his manhood. He pushed my thighs away and pulled my underwear down my legs without stopping kissing me. He spread my thighs with his free hand and started rubbing me slowly. I whimpered at his touch and he pulled away from me to climb over me. He pulled my shirt off and attached his mouth to my nipple while his hand played between my legs.