Caitlyn's pov.
Zayn wasn't on the bed when I woke up, it was almost like he was never there. But the hickeys on my skin proved otherwise. For some reason, it made a wide smile stretch across my face.
The feeling of his hand roaming my body lingered, and his groans replayed several times in my head. My cheeks would heat up whenever I thought about it. Indeed, my boss was beginning to drive me crazy.
Since it was almost seven, I got ready for work… for my first day as the managing director. I went down for breakfast after miss Rose called, and met Zayn already sitting in the dinning.
“Good morning.” I echoed, joining him and taking a sit beside him. I had no idea why I thought it was a good idea to sit next to him, because he reacted like I had leprosy, inching away quickly.
“What was
