His Contract Wife (Zayn Malik)

21; Proposals and Cigarettes

~Zayn~

"I am saying that you, Mira Raine Anderson, should marry me."

Mira's eyes widen, ready to pop out of her socket when she whispers, "What?"

She's stepping away from me as if I slapped her and, in a way, I guess, I did. Before I can get another word across, she spins around, walking away from me. Running a stressed hand over my face, I run after her and grab her arm.

"Mira, wait."

When she pivots to face me, she looks possessed, her grey eyes wild and piercing. "What the fuck do you want, Zayn?" Shaking my head at her behaviour, I move to press her against the nearest wall to the left of the main entrance of the floor, by the lift. She struggles against my grasp and curses at me, like that is supposed to scare me but it does just the opposite. It makes me horny and needy for her, although this certainly isn't the time. It never is the time with Mira but that doesn't ever stop me from wanting her.

"Listen to me, Mira."

I guess my voice in commandeering enough to get her to calm down with her eyes darting across my face. She stares at me, before sighing heavily. "Let me go, Zayn. I want to go home." I release her immediately and she gives me one last, long look before she begins to strut away. Standing there, I consider my options and letting Mira leave alone is certainly not one of them. When I go after her, she's already in the elevator. Her eyes land on me and she's quick to stab the close button to avoid me, but I slide in right about time and the door shuts behind us. She's panting and avoiding my eyes and so I ask, "Why are you so pissed?"

She doesn't say anything and the silence grows more uncomfortable with every passing moment. My eyes refuse to leave the beautiful woman alone and while I feel shameful for eye-fucking her after I fucking dropped a bomb on her, I don't think I can look away. She's alluring, confident and small, all the same. Who had known that one woman can have it all? Is it even fair?

The lift door dings open right when I open my mouth to speak and the brunette rushes out, like being in the same space and breathing the same air as me, makes her nauseous. She's fleeing, but her heels don't quite cooperate with her on her mission to get away from me. I catch up to her almost immediately, right at her heels. Mira is aware of my presence and so she looks over her shoulder, barking, "What?" We are in the deserted parking lot, with no human presence. Instinctively, I still look around because the last thing I need is a lurking pap. When deemed safe, I look back the woman who is gaping at me with will and just a little bit of conceit.

"Just, I know that was sudden, but- just, I want you to consider it for a second," I tell her, putting my hand up in front of me as a sign of truce and peace talk. Somehow, anything I say only angers her further because she's snapping back at me.

"Why the fuck do you think I'll even consider that, Zayn? This is isn't some job offer that you can get me to take up by bothering me. Are you even aware of what you're asking me?" Of course, I am. How can I not when the velvet ring box is sitting heavily inside my breast pocket? I haven't been able to put it down since my mum had handed it over to me.

"Mira, I am quite desperate and fuck, I don't think I'll be able to find someone better than you," I shamelessly admit. It's true, there is no denying that. "You know me, my mum loves you already. If you can only say yes, I-"

"No!" she spits full of spite. "I can't do that. I won't do that." She's walking away again, and damn it, I hate the sight of it. I hate that she is irrational and won't hear me out for a second. I hate all of this.

"But why?" I question. "We know each other and if I remember correctly, we had great sex. I don't see a problem here."

"Zayn!" she exclaims. "You're not asking me to be in a fuck buddy relationship. You are asking me to marry you."