Tina was working downstairs, wearing her black silk robe that covered the only thing that she wore underneath; her lingerie. There were last minute deeds she needed to finish before morning dawned that she completely forgot to accomplish. She remembered only when she was about to go to bed, resulting in her finishing her work solely in her undergarments. Tina rubbed her temple as she was conflicted with one aspect of the document she held at hand: it needed to be signed off by someone who represented Malik Architecture.
Tina angrily looked at the clock to her left: 2am. Not at all late enough to wake up her “husband.”
Tina made her way to the living room, which is where Zayn has been sleeping for the past week. Making her way in and leaning herself on the wall, she turned on the living room light to maliciously wake him up. Much to her surprise, the couch was empty.
He didn’t. Oh, but he did. She walked up the stairs slowly but frustratedly to prevent missing any of the steps. When she walked in front of the master bedroom doors and grabbed the door knob, it was locked.
“Zayn! Open up!” Tina shouted while pounding her fist on the door. All she heard was a few grunts and moans, along with sounds of him moving around on the bed. “You don’t get to sleep in the bedroom until next week!”
“Just let me fucking sleep, Tina!” He retaliated.
That only triggered Tina to bang on the door even more. Finally, after Zayn uttered a profane word, she heard him walking towards the door.
“What now?!” Zayn asked, swiftly opening the door to confront Tina.
Tina froze; it was hard for her not to stare at Zayn. He was wearing joggers and a singlet, exposing his strong arms and biceps. His hair was down as well, a style that turned on Tina, unfortunately.
“I-I need you to sign this,” Tina stuttered. She brought the document in front of his face, making him to involuntarily take it out of her hands.
Zayn focused at the paper at hand, reading it thoroughly as he walked to the dresser to sign it off. Tina allowed herself in the bedroom, following his footsteps. She watched him attentively as he overlooked the paper and its information. She handed him a black ink pen to write his signature.
“You need to sign it off, too,” Zayn said. Handing her the pen, Zayn stepped back a little to give Tina space to write. Right when she was done, she leaned upward and suddenly felt a hand racing down her back.
Tina knew what Zayn was up to and quickly turned around. “Okay goodnight,” Tina said in an instant, eager to be away from his touch. When she was ready to step near the doors, Zayn pulled her back.
Only centering his eyes on her body, Tina’s breathing soon became irregular. Zayn ran his finger down the knot that tied Tina’s robe together. Once it unraveled, Zayn finally saw what Tina was wearing underneath, and immediately smirked at her.
Zayn rubbed his hands on her hips, bringing his hands underneath her underwear. Tina moaned unwillingly; she hated this affect Zayn had on her. She was ready to push him back, but that was until Zayn brought his face above her cleavage, pressing his lips against her hot skin.
“Zayn, no,” Tina protested. Zayn ignored her and tightened his grip on Tina’s ass, squeezing it hard as he continued kissing her chest.
“Tina, yes,” He replied, bringing himself up and placing his forehead against Tina.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” He breathed. Tina played along as well and brought her tongue out to lick Zayn’s lips, ready for him to take her in.
Tina and Zayn shared a passionate kiss, not letting her hands off of each other at all. Tina squeezed Zayn’s biceps and effortlessly brought his singlet up, letting her touch his toned abs. Zayn raised his arms and allowed Tina to take it off for him. Once it was off, Tina threw it to the side and Zayn placed his hands on Tina’s back to take her bra off.
After minutes of making out and touching each others bodies, Zayn took his lips off of Tina’s and looked at her. “You still want me to sleep downstairs?”
At first, Tina hesitated, not sure how to respond. But she felt something down there within Zayn’s pants that made her completely change her mind.
“Fuck no,” Tina expressed, eager for Zayn to take of his joggers then and there. Zayn smirked at Tina and lifted her up to bring her on the bed, prepared for what was going to be in store for him tonight.