His Weapon

XV

"My eyes changed

when our thoughts met

they no longer saw

anyone else"

"Somethings will change baby, wait till you read the contract" he whispered into my ear, nibbling softly and then trailing down to my jawline.

"Huh?" I asked, confused and turned on at the same time.

"I want you in a different way now" his hand ran up my back, touching me sensually. I couldn't believe it was Zayn that was talking.

"I want your legs sprawled out on my desk, showing me what I want. I want to remember what it feels like to be buried deep inside of you" he mumbled the words as he kissed my skin. With such words leaving his lips, it was harder for me to control my inner w***e.

He brought his hand between us and between my thighs. I stopped breathing as I just stood completely frozen.

He ran his finger over my clothed v****a, breathing erotically in my ears.

"This is mine, All. f*****g. Mine." he growled, pressing harder against me and my lips fell apart. The word 'mine' rolling off his lips causing me to feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach. I love the idea of being completely his. Everything felt different this time, I could feel his need to have me unlike the other times that I felt like he was just getting intimate with me for his money's worth.

My legs began to shake from his continuous rubbing, which was causing my material to rub against my c**t. With my lips hung opened, I suffered to breathe. My little struggle to breathe could be heard in the entire office and I could tell he loved it.

He stopped suddenly but soon both his hands were at the button of my trousers, undoing them speedily. Just as he undid it, there was a knock at his door.

Ughhhh. I was really looking forward to it, to know what he had in store for me.

"Sir?" A lady's voice sounded, an awkward tone to her voice, almost like she heard my cry of pleasure. Zayn gave me a knowing smirk but as quickly as it appeared it was wiped off followed by a scowl.

"What?" He asked harshly, not allowing her to come in, his voice indicating that.

"Mister Vanderwall called to remind us of your four o'clock appointment" who I assumed to be his personal assistant spoke. He ran his fingers over his head frustratedly and from the look on his face I could tell he was extremely mad.

"Cancel it!" he said firmly, leaving no room for her to question him and I mentally began to pray that she gets the hint because I knew for sure that if she could see the look on his face she would. There was silence on her end for a while before she replied with an okay and walked away.

Phew.

I on the other hand was still struggling to breath as I watched him walk towards his desk like nothing had happened. I collected my thoughts as I buttoned and zipped up my pants all the while avoiding his gaze that I knew were on me the entire time.

"Have you eaten?" He asked, his fingers crossed over each other and resting on his table.

I shook my head no because I wasn't able to speak. His eyes lingered on me a little before shifting to his laptop that was before him.

There was an awkward silence that was eating me alive. I was hoping we could talk to one another, about anything but that wasn't going to happen.

I walked closer and sat on the seat opposite him. I know how he can get when interrupted whiles working so all I did was play with my fingers, my eyes locked on them.

My head was all over the place as to what the f**k I was doing. Questions clouded my mind, ones I shouldn't be having if I intended to push through with the proposition made by Zayn.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said hesitantly, mentally trying to slap myself out of it because I knew it was sure to make him angry but I also desperately needed to know.

He lifted his head in my direction, quirked a brow as he watched me expectantly. I gulped, swallowing hard on the lump that had formed in my throat just by the thought of how everything could turn out.

"Are you still involved with Lilja?" I asked, diverting my gaze from his. There was silence for a while and I assumed he was contemplating on whether to explain himself to me because that's one thing he hates doing, explaining himself.

"Do you think you'd be here right now if I were?" He answered with a question but knowing him, that could be to trick me into knowing my thoughts.

I shrugged even though I know how much he hates when I do that.

"I treat my subs with absolute loyalty Muna. If you're mine, I'm yours" he said after I remained silent. I nodded, wanting to ask more questions about Lilja but stopped myself.

He held my gaze the entire time, making me feel uncomfortable.

"Would you mind having lunch with me?" He asked and I furrowed my brows, not expecting him to use such an approach.

"Yeah sure" I replied. He was acting too different and in a very good way. I could see how things could go terribly wrong if I remained by the side of the new Zayn and it wouldn't be good for me.

He stared at me longer yet again, causing me to fidget.

"Let's get going then" he said, closing his laptop and standing to his feet. I took that as a cue, mimicking his action.

He arranged a few files on his table quickly, opening his drawer for his keys.

All the while, I was checking him out. His black suite that looked like it costs an arm and a leg hugged him in all the right places, displaying his toned muscles. He rolled up his sleeves and his tattoos that I almost forgot existed were on full display.

"Shall we?" He was next to me in seconds, his cologne evading my nostrils. All I could do was nod and it was somehow annoying me at how speechless I was. I hated the fact that he made me lose my capability to speak all of a sudden, I've been dying to have him talk to me frequently and now that he's doing it, I can't speak.

His hand found its way to the small of my back, attempting to lead me towards the door but for some reason I couldn't move.

"Do you have a copy of the contract here?" I randomly asked. I had a feeling that if I walked out of his office without signing it, I wouldn't. He paused for what felt like years, probably contemplating on whether to answer yes or no. Contemplating.

There was a look in his eyes as he stared back at me, a knowing look, almost like he already knew my reason.

Without uttering a word, he walked over to his desk. He pulled out a brown envelope and looked at me frustratedly.

My feet carried me closer, barely an inch away from him. I took the envelope from his hand, opened it and pulled out the contract.

I took a deep breath, reached over for a pen and without thinking twice, I signed. His eyes were glued on me the entire time, I could feel them boring holes into my head.

"I'd read it later" I said immediately I stood face to face with him and noticed his questionable expression.

"Do you really want this? To be with me I mean. Don't do anything you don't want!" He asked suddenly and my head snapped in his direction. This time it wasn't all about him, I could tell he cared about what I wanted and that made me feel extremely good about my decision at that moment.

"What do you think?" I answered his question with a question even though I knew how much it gets on his nerves.

I wanted to scream how much I was dying to be by his side, to hold him, kiss him and make love to him and just how bad I wanted it but I couldn't. His fear of someone loving him would cause him to push me away instantly and that was suddenly becoming my biggest fear.

"Let's go eat!" He snaked his hand around my waist once again, leading me towards the door and this time my feet could move.

"Cancel every appointment, I won't be returning" he instructed his personal assistant that looked like she walked out of a painting of the world's perfect woman. I lost myself as I stared at her, not hearing a single word of their conversation. She had big brown pap eyes, different from any I've ever seen even though I've seen several. I couldn't tell if she was a natural blonde or not due to her eyebrows which were blonde, going contrary to her jet black hair. She reeked of mystery, an exotic kind. She looked like the kind of woman you wouldn't know is your type until you laid eyes on her and I genuinely couldn't believe Zayn wasn't interested in her. He barely looked at her while she spoke.

Standing in the elevator alone with him was torture. It was almost like I had no idea who he was, like I stood by a stranger. I couldn't understand where all those feelings were coming from. My feet carried me a little further away from him, lost in my own world of confusing thoughts and I could tell he was also in his own bubble. He graciously tucked his hands in his pockets, staring into space.

There was some kind of vibe dancing in the air and I knew the both of us were trying to figure out what it was.

I thought the elevator ride was the longest ride of my life until we began heading to whichever restaurant he had in mind. It was dead silent, reminding me of how things used to be between us but I couldn't blame him this time. We had nothing to talk about and in all honesty, we both wanted nothing to be said. I wish I could have called it a peaceful silence however but it wasn't. No matter what, it was tearing me apart and breaking down my tolerance either way but I had to remind myself that I had signed the contract making him my boss again so I couldn't treat him with anything but respect.

Occasionally I could see him stealing glances at me. If only I could get into that twisted mind of his, to know his every thought and emotion. He's so unreadable to an extent where I find myself getting frustrated.

He parked in front of Noi Offriamo, an Italian restaurant.

"Don't move" he finally spoke as he pushed the car door open and stepped out, leaving me infuriated. Although my anger was through the roof, I maintained a calm appearance.

He walked elegantly to my side of the car, ever so gracefully opening the door for me. His palm stretched out before me and I took it, allowing him to assist me in getting out.

Compared to how he was dressed, I looked like a peasant. Everyone that stared at us was probably wondering what he was doing with me and I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't complained already. I have no idea what I was thinking as I was dressing for his office.

He handed his keys to the valet as he lead us in, his hand slightly above my backside as he guided us in.

"Hello Mr Malik, miss." we were approached by a man dressed in a suit, fancy looking. He bowed slightly, turning to me with a charming and welcoming smile that I returned.

He lead Zayn and I to a more private table that wasn't surrounded by many people. Our orders were taken with Zayn deciding for me because I really didn't know what to order but that was after Zayn almost caused a scene.

The female waitress that came to attend to us spoke very rudely to me whiles she blatantly checked Zayn out, although he was totally oblivious to that part. However, when she asked him for his order first, his facial expression changed. He insisted she ask me first and when she rolled her eyes, looking down on me, that was his breaking point.

He gave her a warning along the lines of getting her fired and insisted to talk to the manager but I stepped him, begging him not to because I wasn't bothered anyways.

As we waited for our food in absolute silence after such an incident, I felt heavy eyes on me and I looked up to see him staring at me, not blinking once. My stomach began to twist into knots, dying to know what he was thinking as he looked at me. His pupils were dilated.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed us in.

He shrugged, relaxing further into the chair. "I was just wondering"

I remained silent, not breaking eye contact with him. I was itching to ask what he was wondering but I knew he wouldn't tell me.

"Do you just let people walk all over you?" It wasn't what I had expected him to ask, not that I had any particularly in mind either. I watched with a blank stare.

"You're one to talk, you do the same thing to me all the time" I dared to say as I held his gaze. His expression dropped as his jaw tensed. There was also a look that flashed through his eyes, regret but I ignored it. The mistake I made with Zayn was always reading too much into little things but this time I've decided not to let that happen. Awkwardness and silence took over the air as he gazed at me.

"Did" his voice gruff as the word teased my ear. "I admit, I was really mean to you before and even though I had stupid reasons, I will never treat you the way I used to again" I searched his eyes to see if he meant it and what I saw was pure regret and sincerity. After seconds I nodded, biting my bottom lips as I diverted my eyes. I hate being around him and love it at the same time. It's like my mind could write up a billion reason why I should run out on him but my heart could also write a trillion reasons why I shouldn't.

I could feel his intense stare on me but I didn't dare look up. I'm a damn brave woman, I've looked men that tried to harm me in the eyes but with Zayn it's a whole other story. I cower away from his gaze because it only reminds me of how weak and stupid I was for even thinking I could change him. In some cases we're soo alike, we are both sooo broken by things none of us dares to speak about but I wish I could share his past, his sorrows and regrets.

I looked up at him, licking my lips as my eyes locked on his luscious ones. We were definitely f*****g each other with our eyes. I could picture him undressing from the look in his eyes as I did the same. The only difference would have probably been he was thinking of ways he could pin me down, bind my hands and legs as he f****d me from the back whiles all I was craving was to touch him inappropriately. Simply touching him.

"If you could change a rule from our previous contract, what would it be?" He swirled his finger around the champagne glass that was before him as his eyes scrutinized me.

Something was telling me that it was a trick question to belittle me but from the look on his face, I didn't have a choice but to answer anyways. I contemplated on lying but what was the point? He knows of my feelings for him and just how much I crave him because my being with him alone was a sign of my desperation and need for him.

I sighed, holding his gaze.

"To touch you"