Fuck ! I feel for you

Chapter 3

The next day was not any less exhausting.  It was 3 PM and Zayn was in Mr. Payne's  office standing next to his chair   preparing a file for him while Mr. Payne was discussing some important matters with the person sitting infront of him.
This was boring. Business meetings bored him to death. He wondered how Mr. Payne was so interested in those stupid meetings,  probably because he was the only one speaking and kicking asses. No wonder he was powerful.

After an hour when the meeting was over and the stranger left Mr. Payne  closed his laptop,  took off his glasses leaning back on his chair. 
"Sir, you have one more meeting now and then around 8pm," Zayn informed.
"Cancel it. The meeting I have now cancel it," Mr. Payne  ordered.
"But sir, the sales manager is waiting," Zayn said and Liam asked him to do what he was ordered.

Zayn signed walking out of his office to tell the manager to go. After hearing some harsh words from the manager he returned back to Mr. Payne's office who was rolling up his sleeves. The tattoos were finally visible. Those Tattoos were not only tattoos but for Zayn they were the death of him. "Fucking hell," Zayn mumbled under his breath.
" Said something," Mr. Payne questioned.

"Umm you don't look good sir. You should take rest," Zayn  answered. And seriously he was not looking good at all.  Hair was messy. Tie was hanging lose. Eyes were looking tired.
"I'm fine just .... this shoulder pain  is killing me," Mr. Payne said looking at the concerned younger lad standing few feets infront of him.
"Got hurt in the gym again," Zayn said shaking his head. 
"Yeah," Mr. Payne said smiling a little still writing something on the note pad.
"I can help. Let me put the spray it will be fine," Zayn suggested internally screaming because if Mr. Payne  let him put the spray then he have to take off his shirt. And for Zayn it will be an golden opportunity to admire his man of dreams.

"No, come here and give me a massage instead. I don't like the smell of the stupid spray," Mr. Payne said  walking towards one of the expensive couches already half way through opening his shirt buttons.
Zayn couldn't believe what he said. Zayn couldn't believe how God was so happy with him. He was exploding. That can't be true. I mean can you blame the poor lad. One of his dirtiest dreams on the way of coming true. Well somewhat.

"Are you going to stand there ? Come now and lock the door properly," Mr. Payne said  throwing his shirt on the other couch.
Zayn just shook his head and did what was told.

He kneeled beside the couche where his boss was laying on his stomach.
Zayn bite his bottom lip and slowly touched his shoulder. He pressed the hard muscles but it was hardly effecting Mr. Payne.
"Zayn your hands are so soft. Press a little harder I don't feel anything. Get comfortable sit on my back. Cmon," Mr. Payne  said looking back at his assistant. 
"Are you sure sir," Zayn asked still not believing his fate.
"Yes, it's fine," Mr. Payne  assured.
Zayn then took off his shoes and got on top of his back internally screaming. He mentally warned himself not to get hard but that's Zayn and he is sitting on Mr. Payne's back. Kinda impossible not to get hard. But he will try his best.

He put a little pressure on the shoulders and Mr. Payne groaned buring his face deeper in the couch. Zayn bite his bottom lip and closed his eyes trying to block out the sounds Mr. Payne was making. But fuck it was hard.
"Oh God Zayn , yeah right there," Mr. Payne moaned.  And Zayn was trying hard not to get hard.
"Your hands are magical," Mr. Payne complimented.
" Yeah, they can do many this," Zayn said smirking.
"Like what  Mr. Malik," Mr. Payne  asked curiously.
" Cooking !!! I can cook," Zayn replied nervously avoiding every single conversation that could make the situation awkward.
" Good thing you can cook," Mr. Payne praised.
Zayn mumbled a small thanks shyly.

"Ohhhhh Mr. Malik feels like your hands worked its magic. I'm feeling much better now. You can stop. Thank you very much," Mr. Payne  said.
Zayn nodded his head and was about to get off when Mr. Payne turned making him disbalanced. Zayn was about to fall when he catched him pulling him closer. Zayn held  his bicep while his eyes where shut tightly  breathing rapidly.