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Power, Pleasure & Pain

*SEXUAL SCENE AHEAD* ----- "It's okay. I'm not afraid of you." "You should be. I'm not a good person." ___________________________ ZAYN POV - Justin held the door for me and my shoes clicked on the slick marble of the lobby. "So...you own all of this?" I asked and looked up at the high ceilings that had chandeliers hanging from them. The lights bounced off of the crystal and created odd shadows on the cream walls. "One of my many buildings," He gloated like he had been all night but that was Justin. Nothing about him was done halfway and that included the way he spoke about himself. I found out that if he wasn't trying to impress me, he was actually quite charming. He would always have some sort of arrogance about him but as the night had went on, it went from narcissism to more confidence. It sounded to me like Justin just had a very high view of himself and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Throughout the night, I had become more and more drawn to this man as his eyes pulled me in. There was no fighting him and I was surprised that I had lasted this long. All this week, he had taken me out to dinner, brought me lunch at school and even let me read to him as we sat in the grass. That was the day that I cracked the shell of fake Justin Bieber. I was able to see the man behind all of the money and cars and apartments. He let me read to him while he closed his eyes and just listened. I peeked at him over the brim of my book. It was the first time that I had seen Justin where he looked relaxed. He wasn't trying to impress me or make some grand gesture to show me how caring he was. The funny thing about all of this was that I knew he was just playing until he got me into bed but I would let him. There was no way to stop him from taking me over. That day where he first brought me lunch, I could see the true Justin and I liked what I saw. He was calm, tranquil, his face looked ten years younger and I think I detected a hint of a true smile on more than one occasion. Usually, his face was so covered in figurative blood that it caused a mask, hiding everything but he shed it for me. I knew it was just a ploy but he went out of his way to show me a glimpse of a man I didn't think anyone had ever seen. That was the day I fell for Justin. I didn't know what it was at first and I was trying to figure it out all through dinner tonight but as we sat there, I realized that I was infatuated by this man. My connection to him wasn't just physical and emotionally, my feelings were showing their true colors. I didn't know if it was love but I was certainly more smitten with him than I wanted to admit. Did people still even use the word smitten? I hated to think that tonight was going to be the last night that I would see Justin but that was the way it had to be Justin wasn't a man who fell in love and he definitely don't do relationships, so where did that leave me? I was a guy who had fallen for a man who was basically set in stone. He wasn't going to change for me and there was no use trying. I had to put on a game face throughout dinner because I knew tonight was going to be the last time I could see him before he broke me. What would happen if I let him lead me on and then he just dropped me? That would leave me devastated and I wasn't in any position to feel this way over a guy I just met three weeks ago. I had to pull myself together and fuck him before I slipped out in the night like a bandit. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that I was doing to him like he did to countless other people he had sex with but I couldn't get attached to him any further. Justin would hurt me if I didn't end whatever we had right now. I guess you could call it casual dating but even that was a stretch for him. I knew what was going to happen. I already had the emotions going through me so it was obvious that I liked him more than a friend. Tonight, we would have sex and then come tomorrow, Justin would act like he didn't even know me. If I let that happen, I would end up turning into every whiny, emotional guy out there. I would cry over him, I would ask myself 'why?' over him, I would want to know if it was something I did and I couldn't let that happen. I had shed my tears for boys in high school. I was over that so tonight, I was going to be the one breaking hearts...if Justin had one. I know it only took one week and I said I would hold off longer but I couldn't help it. I wouldn't let him pull me in any further and if I stayed in this fucked up relationship for one more day, I would be lost to the world. I wouldn't allow it so I had to end this tonight, after one send off. Just one fuck. "So tell me, Mr. Real Estate Agent, what does a place like this go for?" I asked him as we walked slowly around the lobby. I knew he liked to talk about himself and truthfully, I like hearing about him. "A lot. I won't even tell you the true number because it might blow you mind." He ran his hand through his hair and licked his luscious lips. The sexual attraction was about to make me combust but I had to make sure that I didn't appear to be too eager so I kept my cool just like I had been all night even thought I really wanted to scream. Just fuck me here! "Try me. I'm not impressed by your money Justin." I snickered. "Yeah right, anybody would be impressed with the fortune I've amassed." He held up his hands. "So, how much are we talking?" "Around a billion." He shrugged like it was nothing and I actually believed him. "Around a billion?" I said slowly, "Well, that's a good chunk of change." "And if you look at my taxes, they'll say I make a modest million." I heard him say under his breath like he didn't want me to hear but kind of did. I nodded without saying anything. He was a very secretive man who didn't ever really give up anything about his life. He had a way of skirting around answers so that he said a lot but didn't reveal much. It was like he was trying to hide and I added that to the long list of things that drove me crazy about him. He was an enigma that I had to solve but unfortunately, I would never have the chance. "How long have you had this particular piece of property?" I ran my hand along the cool marble of a table that was situated in the middle of a thick carpet. We hadn't even left the lobby yet and I was already highly intimidated by his money. "This one was built last year so it's new. Drew and Jason live upstairs." He pointed above him. "Keep the family close." I nodded. I saw a lot of men coming in with suits after a long day of work and they all seemed very professional. There were young yuppies who were probably living off of Daddy's money and slick women in business suits who were bitches to their coworkers. Everyone looked so mature compared to me but then I reminded myself that I was only eighteen. That provided another reason why I had to end this. If I just left after tonight, I wouldn't' have to explain my lies. He didn't even have to know about my age since he would never see me again. "I have three more around the city and then other hotels and things across the country." "Really?" I didn't bother hiding my astonishment. "Yeah. I try to diversify my investments." He explained. "I should be taking notes. You obviously know how to make money." "All thanks to my father. He's the real genius." "I might need to meet this man you speak so highly of." I laughed but I guess Justin didn't really find that funny because his face kind of paled. He quickly recovered but I caught his slight fluster. I just stayed silent as we continued to walk in an endless circle of the lobby, trying to stay away from the elevators. I didn't want to go up just yet because I needed to spend as much time with him as I could and I think that Justin was actually nervous. I had to grin at that. "So, where to now?" I asked, when I thought an appropriate amount of minutes had passed. "We could...go to the gym and work out." He joked. "I don't think so. Today's my day off from the gym." "Well...we could go see a movie." He was beating around the bush on purpose, wanting me initiate things, which I saw was putting him out of his element. He was fidgeting with his pocket in a way that was almost obsessive. "I don't think anything good is out." I bit my lip, not really thinking but trying to drive him crazy. I had seen Justin watching me over the past couple of days and it seemed like my nervous habits were a turn on for him, which made no sense to me but whatever floats your boat I guess. He took in a breath through his teeth and then dragged his hand over his mouth, "We could go upstairs and have something to drink." He suggested, almost in a whisper. "That sounds good to me." I stopped walking and stood in front of him strongly. I didn't know what we would call ourselves but I was happy that we could obviously freely kiss. It wasn't a frequent thing but at least he didn't pull back when I tried so I took the opportunity. I stood on my tip toes and melded my lips to his softly at first and then more surely after he placed his hands on my hips. My fingers went into his hair that felt like silk and he had a strong taste of tobacco on his lips that normally repulsed me but on him, it was inviting. We kept the kiss slightly chaste with no tongue, just enjoying our mouths on each other. I think I heard him moan but that couldn't be right. He didn't seem like a moaner. He eventually rested his forehead on mine, "Would you like to come up?" "I said I would. Are you trying to keep me away?" "Yes. I'm trying to warn you." I think I heard a detection of sadness in his voice. "I think I'll be fine." I whispered to him and placed my kisses on his lips a couple more times before pulling back. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this..." I looked at Justin strangely because for some reason, he came across like he was actually trying to keep me away from him. It was like he was scared of something. "It's okay. I'm not afraid of you." I kissed him again. "You should be." He couldn't keep his lips off of my skin and placed them on my neck, "I'm not a good person." "I don't believe that. Everyone has some good in them." "Not me. I don't want to hurt you." The blood in my veins beat a little faster as he said those words to me. I don't want to hurt you. I took in what he said but I couldn't let myself believe that. I would get hurt no matter what because Justin and I didn't want the same things out of this. After he got what he hunted me for, he would leave me alone to my nightmares and I could go back to normal. I needed to go back to normal. "I know you won't. I just want to be with you. Don't push me away." I said as sincerely as possible, trying not to cry at the fact that after this, I would never see my brown eyed man again. He sighed and bobbed his head in defeat, leading me by the small of my back to the elevators. He nodded to the man sitting at the front desk before we went to the last golden elevator on the left in a row of many. "This one is the only one that goes up to the penthouse." He pushed the button. "Which I guess is yours?" I raised an eyebrow. "Of course. Who else's?" We waited a couple of seconds and then the elevators dinged, welcoming us in. Justin let me go first and then followed. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a key that he put in the slot under a row of buttons. He twisted it and pushed the top floor at the same time and the elevator came alive. Justin crossed his hands behind him, rocking back and forth on his heels. In that small cubicle, the sexual tension seemed to erupt like a fucking volcano and I could tell he was feeling that same physical tingles that I was because of the way he was standing and breathing. I had to smile to myself again because if I didn't know any better, I would have thought that this was his first time going through this. I should be the nervous one but I had a shot of confidence when I saw him slightly fidgety. He was like a virgin at our first prom. How sweet. We stayed silent for the entire ride up and I didn't know how high we were going but it seemed like forever until the doors dinged again. "After you." Justin said and held the door open for me. I stepped out into a marble foyer with one dark wooden door. The whole open part was circular with an intricate design on the floor. It reminded me of the room from Alice in Wonderland when she first falls down the rabbit hole minus the doors, the potion to make my size change and that pestering rabbit. Justin pulled out a card key and swiped it through the door before opening it. "Don't be shy. I won't bite." He smirked and almost pushed me inside. I was met with something that must have come out of a home magazine. The first thing that I noticed about Justin's apartment was that it was huge, spotless and basically colorless. Right after the door was another marble walkway that led to a couple of steps where the whole place opened up into massive family room with white couches, white carpets, white walls and dark furniture. The light fixtures were sleek and metal, making the whole place seem very modern. He turned on the lights and soft glows illuminated the whole apartment and I could see just how pristine Justin liked things. There were huge windows that went from floor to ceiling, covering an entire wall. A very impressive balcony wrapped its way around the whole place. I saw some stairs that probably led up to a second level that was more impressive than this. Hardwood floors led to a beautiful, stainless steel kitchen that looked like it had never been used and I just wanted to bake something in there but I calmed myself down. There was a lot of artwork on the walls that was surprisingly abstract and was the only thing in the penthouse that added color to the space. "Most of them are Kandinskys." He nodded towards a row of paintings that he saw me eying, "I like modern abstract art. It relaxes me." "Are they originals?" I whispered trying not to speak too loud so I didn't upset the quietness of the apartment. "Yes. I think one of them was stolen back in the forties but who knows." He laughed. "They're beautiful." I looked around the room at the other vibrant pictures that dotted the walls. Lots of colors and shapes created patterns on the canvases, making his apartment resemble an art gallery. I looked around and noticed that this place wasn't very personal. There was one family picture that could have fit in Justin's wallet on the mantel overlooking a gigantic fireplace but that was it. "What's with all the white?" I asked and walked around on the carpeted floors of the room. "It's clean. I have a...problem with dirt so it's best if I can see it so I can clean it up." He muttered almost angrily like he was on a germ killing crusade. I turned to look at him and he was shyly toeing the rug with his shoe, his hands still behind his back. "Did your mother design all of this also?" "Yeah. I just gave her a month to do anything she wanted as long as..." "...as it was white." I nodded, understanding. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked, picking himself back up and trying to change the subject. "Sure." I continued my walk around and saw another piano that Justin swears was on the boat but I don't remember. I went to run my hand over it but he stopped me quickly. "Don't..." He rushed over, "I don't like people touching...things." Justin took my hand and held it in his, almost as if I was a balloon he didn't want to fly away. His grasp was firm yet gentle. I could hear Justin muttering things to himself under his breath but couldn't understand them. I could just piece small phrases together like 'stupid, stop being stupid' and 'why are you such a freak?' I didn't know if he was talking about me but I don't think he was because his face revealed a more self deprecating façade. "Sorry. I should have asked." I said softly, not wanting to interrupt Justin's scolding on himself. "It's no problem." He shook his head and then rushed back over to the alcohol stash. "Can I go outside to look around?" "Please, be my guest." He went and unlocked a pair of double doors. A sudden rush of wind blew through the penthouse as they opened revealing the buildings below. "You own the whole city." I said in amazement as I looked down. It was like we were in heaven with night clouds and frosty air circling around us. Justin just chuckled and went back inside to get some drinks while I was still standing at the doors. The whole balcony was stone and looked like it would work better on the edge of a palace somewhere in Europe. There were chairs and chaise lounges around an actual fire pit. I sat in one of the large, plush seats that practically engulfed my small body. Just like inside, the cushions were white and the furniture was a dark wood. The breeze was whipping around the building but wasn't cold. I heard the soft sound of music coming through the penthouse as it drifted outside. I laughed to myself when I realized that it was Prince's Purple Rain. I had always loved that song but I was surprised to see that Justin had it on his shuffle. He seemed like more of a classical guy, which I also loved but I never thought he would start off with Prince. He was making his intentions known in subtle ways. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Justin asked as he came onto the balcony with two glasses of an amber colored drink in crystal. "Yes, very much. This is beautiful." I took a glass from him and then drank a small sip. The burn was welcome but I could tell that I was a little tipsy already so I remembered to pace myself. "I don't think I've ever been out here before." He sat in a chair and leaned back, unbuttoning his jacket at the same time. I tried to soak up everything about him so that I could remember for the times when we wouldn't be together. "And how long have you lived here?" I asked casually, taking another small sip. "About a year." He shrugged, "I don't really spend much time in this apartment to tell you the truth." "You don't seem to have a home here." "No, I just need a place to sleep." He took a gulp of his drink, "Are you cold?" "No, I'm fine." "So, how do you want to do this?" Justin sat up, hunched over so that his arms were resting on his knees. "Do what?" "Have sex. I know that might be forward but I'm about to burst and I don't think I can just look at you any longer." I chocked on my drink at his admission and it took me a couple of seconds to get my breathing back. "Well then, that was quick." I wiped my shirt that was stained slightly with the alcohol from my glass. He let out a rushed breath, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." He replied quickly, "I can't believe I just said that." Justin ran his hands through his hair, once again chastising himself for obviously being caught off guard by his actions. I noticed him doing that a lot tonight. "It's not a problem. You just kind of jumped in the lake without warning me." I sighed, not knowing what else to say. "Zee, I'm going to be honest with you, I don't think I've ever met a man so beautiful in my life and I'm not just saying that to get you into bed." He leaned into me and his voice was filled with sexy, low, lust filled innuendo. My mouth opened a couple of times to say something but I couldn't find words. "I need you." He said firmly. "I really need you and my whole body is just humming from being close to you without touching your skin." He ran a finger over my exposed arms and a cliché row of goose bumps sprang up. At this point, I had to remind myself to breathe. "I don't know what you want." I spoke softly. "Yes you do and you want it to."He whispered in my ear, "Don't deny me, Zayn." My name dripping from his lips was almost orgasm inducing and he added a slight Canadian twang to it that nearly made me fall to my knees in worship. "I don't want this to be anything but sex." I lied out of my teeth as strongly as I could. "Of course." Justin kissed right below my ear and licked the spot slightly. I shuddered and he chuckled as he placed another kiss on my skin. I had to say these things so that I would appear unwavering in my decision. Just sex with Justin wasn't a possibility for me at this point but what was I going to do? I had to take this for what it was worth. Just sex, Zayn! "I'm sorry if you think I'm a complete asshole but this is who I am." He pulled back and looked at me with sad eyes, "I'm sorry I can't give you more." I boldly got into Justin's lap, forgetting my drink on the table and pushed him against the back of the comfortable chair. My legs went on either side of his thighs and his hands took positions on my hips. "I'm not asking you for more. I knew what I was getting myself into. We can have fun until this is over at least." My voice almost cracked but I caught myself. He nodded without words. I took my chance and kissed him with more force than we had been using the past couple of days. This time, unlike the one downstairs, our tongues clashed together in a vicious dance and I let him dominate as he swept his through the inside of my mouth. I had never been kissed like this before and it was intensely erotic while still being slightly sad because I knew that I was going to have to give this entire experience up shortly. My fingers knotted into his hair as he lifted me up, taking us inside with one quick movement. We stayed connected and I didn't open my eyes, trying to save the taste of him on my lips. I felt him walking lightly through the house, leaving the outside door open and then he raised himself up the stairs impressively without even breathing. "Are you sure about this?" He grumbled between our lips. "It's just sex." I repeated my mantra out loud. His breath was cool and refreshing, almost like a peppermint. As I started to whimper, I felt a calm wash over me. I knew it was him, working his magic again. This was a road that Justin was well traveled in so I was going to let him take over because I was over fighting him. I felt Justin's lust through his body and I was suddenly at his mercy. "Relax Zayn, I'm not going to hurt you" I heard him whisper as I felt him set me down and my feet hit carpet. "I'm sorry about treating you so badly, but this is the only way I could get you to hear me out, and get what we both want and need." I slipped off my shoes and couldn't take my eyes off of him as he removed his jacket, "I know you feel it Zayn." His voice got deeper, and thick with desire. "I drown myself in your lust, your want, and the excitement that you feel when you think about the possibilities." "Oh Jesus..." I panted because I was basically through from his voice alone. I didn't even realize we were in Justin's bedroom but we could have been in the pits of hell for all I cared. He moved back towards a chair near the door and set his jacket down. I closed my eyes to keep my head alive. This was the most intense feeling I had ever had in my short life and Justin's was about to kill me. I suddenly felt his cool breath wash over me as he whispered into my neck. "You have no idea how long you've tempted me Zayn" He trailed his fingers down the side of my neck, I couldn't help the shiver that went through me when he skimmed the side of my chest. I kept my eyes closed so I didn't have to be hit by his brown orbs. "I've waited long enough to take you as mine" I felt his lips against my ear. "My body craves for you..." I moaned in response. For some reason, Justin's Canadian accent was peeking out and my pants were getting tight. I wasn't even going to deny that. ( I don't know for sure if canadians have an accent, if they don't let's pretend they do lol) "You were meant to be mine." He softy bit my ear lobe. "That first time I saw you at Plasma, I wanted to throw you against my desk and fuck your tight ass from behind, not caring who saw." "Really?" I asked in a breath. "Of course." He ran one finger along the contours of my neck and collarbone, "Keep your eyes closed." His voice was nothing more than wind but it was speaking volumes. I felt him move away from me then. I could hear the faint sound of a zipper and the shuffling of clothes. I kept my eyes shut tight and was left standing in the room with nothing to hold or feel. Justin was at my side in an instant."Please Zayn, give me this. Give me one night. That's all I ask for." I gasped when his hand made contact with my left ass cheek that was covered with my pants but I still felt the fire from his touch. "My lust for you is so strong..." My body gave in and I arched into his hand, begging for more. "You don't have to beg me Justin. I'm more than willing..." His hand left me all too soon. I hated not being able to see what he was doing yet excited at the same time. I felt myself getting hot at the thought of what he was going to do. I heard him groan from behind me. His nose was grazing the pulse point of my neck and his hand grazed the skin of my stomach as he lifted my shirt slightly, "My God, you smell sinfully exquisite" I jumped when I suddenly felt his hand inside of my jeans but still outside of my briefs, "Can I taste you Zayn?" His other hand quickly skimmed down my stomach. He didn't give me time to talk but I wouldn't have been able to because I was more focused on his nose that was running up and down my neck. I moaned in anticipation and as an answer. His hand that was in my pants, left. I almost protested until it dove under my briefs without hesitation. I hissed in pain and pleasure when his hand slowly stroking my cock with no warning. My head rested on his shoulder behind me as we continued to stand. I didn't know how much longer my legs were going to keep me up. "God you're so fucking hard. I can't wait to be inside you." Justin said harshly. I cried out in loss when he removed his finger. I couldn't help but blush when I heard him hum in satisfaction as he sucked my pre come off his fingers from behind me, "I would let you taste but this nectar is all mine." I was suddenly lifted off of the ground and felt the softness of his bed on my beck. My eyes were still closed, from his command but also because I was trying to remember this for the rest of my life. I had only experienced his touch but he was bringing out feelings in me that I had never thought possible. Justin's long fingers began undoing the button on my jeans with quick and nimble motions. They slid down my legs easily, leaving of me in nothing more than my top and briefs. He quickly released my chest from its prison as he unbutton the shirt Perrie forced me into tonight. It came off of my body without problem and was flung onto the floor. I felt the bed shift as Justin climbed between my legs. He held my hands above my head in a vice grip that kind of hurt but felt good at the same time, "You're mine for the night." He kissed my neck and sucked, "Say it." "I'm yours." I panted, my breathing coming harder. "Good boy." I got a nip from his teeth. His refreshing breath washed over my face as his lips claimed mine with force. My lips had a mind of their own as they responded to him willingly. I could feel that Justin's kisses were desperate and full of passion that I didn't think any lesser man could hold. God, I could kiss this man all day. I started to struggle to get my hands free. I wanted to pull him closer but he wouldn't let me budge. It was a wonder that he could hold both of my hands so firmly with just one of his but I shouldn't have been surprised. I arched my back and moaned when I felt his tongue make contact with mine. It was like a shock to my system, each of us fighting for dominance though we both knew he would win in the end. When he noticed my breathing was becoming an issue he pulled back. My breaths ragged as I dragged in much needed air. Justin trailed kisses down my jaw. I threw my head back when I felt him lick down the front of my neck, when he got in between my chest he stopped and placed kisses across my chest. "Do you realize how beautiful you are?" His voice was rough and parched, "I would fuck you every second of every day if I could." Why can't you? Please make that fantasy a reality! When he came in contact with my right nipple I hissed in pleasure. He latched on and swirled his tongue around it before giving a soft nibble. He paid proper attention to that one before he moved on to my left nipple. After they were both pebbly and sufficiently hardened, Justin let his kisses travel down again. He continued his trail down my stomach with wet lips that could probably suck the nails out of a floorboard. At this point, my hands were free but I wouldn't dare move them. Before long, I could now feel his breath against my heated center and I let out a weird cry that sounded like a bird being strangled. "I take it you like my kisses?" Justin chuckled from down below. "Yes." My voice was no louder than a mouse's. I shivered in anticipation when I felt his lips meet my briefs that covered me. "Keep those eyes closed Zayn and don't try to move." Justin latched his fingers into my briefs and slid them down my legs just as easily as my jeans, "No moving Zayn." He teased me quietly. Nothing happened for a God's honest minute. I counted the seconds. There were no more kisses and no more touches. I could still hear him down there but I was too scared to open my eyes to check. I screamed when I felt his tongue on my cock, diving in with no warning. "Shit..." I yelled to the high heavens. "God, you taste exquisite." He moaned against me. "Everything about you is a sin." When his tongue found my bundle of nerves, I couldn't help but thrust further into his mouth. "Please" I whimpered. "Please, what?" Even though I couldn't see him I could tell he was smirking but at this point I didn't care. "More, please I need more." I didn't know what more was, but I knew I needed something, anything to release the pressure running through my body. I could feel his fingers make their way to my balls before he gently entering me into his mouth. I gasped at the warmness, his digit tongue working its way up, down & around me . "Oh.....oh,God." I moaned, my back lifting off the bed, hands finding his hair and my whole body seemed like it was flying. I felt his tongue run along my tip as then he decided to let my cock touch the back of his throat, i thrusted my way in and out of his mouth as much as i could trying to reach my orgasm. "Justin....almost.....please." I begged. Right when I was on the edge he stopped, the pure definition of torture. I whimpered in protest as he pulled away. I felt him hover over me. "Open your eyes Zayn." Justin whispered into my ear. I did as he said and could only marvel at him. He was in nothing more than boxers and I didn't know how I missed that but he was glorious. His chest and...everything was carved from stone. I thought I was looking at one of Michelangelo's statues. Justin was perfect from his strong legs to his toned stomach to his chest to his bright brown eyes. Perfection. He leaned over me from between my legs and tenderly kissed my forehead. I could feel his finger on my entrance ready to prep me, I nodded my head to let him to go ahead. I felt his finger enter me and I tensed up. "Relax" Justin whispered in my ear, and I relaxed after a minute telling him to add another.  I could feel the evidence of his lust against my inner thigh and my God, you could have told me I was in bed with an elephant and I would have believed you. I was scared to even look down there, just the feeling was enough to scare the shit out of me. He quickly pulled on a condom with lightening speed and I didn't even realize it until I heard the crinkling of foil on the floor. "I'm sorry if this hurts." He whispered against my skin, his tobacco scented breath intoxicating me. "I can't wait any longer to be inside you." I couldn't find my voice, but I knew I couldn't deny him anything, especially my body. We were too far gone to back out now, and if I was being honest with myself, would die happy if I spent the rest of my years in this bed, with him by my side. That can't happen Zayn. Just one night! "I'm sorry beautiful, this is going to hurt." I could feel the head of him at my entrance. "I'll go as slow as I can Zayn." I moaned out when I felt a burst of lust coming from him. Justin slowly entered me. I gripped onto his shoulders as hard as I could, letting him fill me inch by inch. I wasn't a virgin but it had been a long time so I was extremely...tender. There was a slight feeling of pain within me but I would die ten times over to feel that every day. I never felt so many emotions before in my life. Lust, excitement, eagerness, completion, desire, anticipation, pleasure and finally...love? "Ahh God!" I screamed as he pushed further into me. I felt him tense and stop breathing, no doubt due to the sounds I was making. "Keep going Justin. Please... keep going." I ordered. He pushed forward until we were completely joined. The feel of him inside me was beyond words and pleasure started replacing the pain. The need for release took over. My legs wrapped around him, trying to draw him forward. He slowly withdrew and thrust all the way in. "Oh Zayn, so hot, never felt anything like this." His speech was stammered. I could only pant as an answer. His movements grew frantic, craving the release we both needed, "What the hell are you doing to me?" He rested his head on my shoulder as he continued to move above me with fluid motions. I gripped onto his hair like it was my line, tying me to this earth. I lost complete track of time as the feelings in me grew deeper and the heat in my stomach grew hotter. I stopped counting minutes after we got to ten and my whole body was aching to be closer to him, to be filled completely by him. Justin thrust freely in and out of me, ecstasy screaming from every pore of my body. I wanted this to last forever. His breaths became ragged, his movements turning desperate. "Justin... Oh god.....Please, I'm close, don't stop." I screamed, not embarrassed that he was making me act like a wild crazed animal. He roared my name as he exploded inside me. My own climax only seconds behind him. I felt him almost still within me but he kept up a constant motion as we both rode out our orgasams to the point of no return. "Shit." He whispered harshly as his climax took over. I didn't relinquish my hold on him and didn't know what to do. Was it over? Was all of this over? He continued to move inside me until my tremors ended. Justin rolled over bringing me on top of him mumbling praises in my ear. Him telling me how beautiful and exquisite I was and me trying to get my breathing back. "That was...by far...the best sex I've ever had." Justin rested against the pillows with my head lying on his sweat soaked chest. "I'm glad I could provide." I giggled half knowing what was going on, "What now?" "I think we're in need of a shower. " He smirked, "You're all sweaty." He ran his tongue long my neck, "Salty Zayn is the best kind." "Are you sure you're ready for another round?" "Please, I have the stamina of a bull." His chest rumbled with proud laughter. I gently climbed off of him and stood stark naked, unashamed and on wobbly legs, trying to recover from that sky high orgasm. He swung his legs over the bed and took my hand, pulling me in between his thighs, "Did I do well?" He asked and kissed my stomach. "Perfect." I rolled my head back as his kisses went higher. "I think I need to get you wet." He spoke seductively and stood up, leading me towards the bathroom. Just like downstairs, the bathroom was white marble and very fashionable. Everything from the sink to faucets to the toilet was futuristic in a very simple, minimal way. It somehow reminded me of Justin with strong lines and smooth surfaces. "What kind of smell do you like?" Justin asked as he flipped on the lights to the cavernous bathroom that looked bigger than my dorm. "What are you talking about?" I was scared to touch stuff so I just held my hands in front of me, trying to cover up slightly. He went to a dark wooden cabinet that was as big as a bookcase and opened up two doors. There, in rows of military like beauty, stood probably every body cleaning product known to man. Shaving creams, body washes, shampoos, conditioners, moisturizers, exfoliates, face creams, razors. It was all like some corner pharmacy but better. "What smell?" He asked with a grin, "I personally like ocean spray." He held up a navy blue bottle. Justin had somewhat of a giddy bounce in his step and I didn't know if it was from the sex or if he was just extra happy but it was making me sad to think that I would never see this side of him again. I let out a deep breath and gave him the best smile I could, "That sounds good to me." I shrugged, "What's with all of this?" I inspected his bathroom closet. "Oh...I...uh..." He struggled for words and I could tell that he didn't really want to talk about it. I put my hand on his chest, "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." I got the slight feeling that he had some sort of social disorder but I knew he was good at hiding things so he probably wouldn't tell me if I asked. He nodded and then sadly smiled, almost like I had done a couple of seconds earlier, "Are you ready for the best shower you've ever had?" "Do your worst." I kissed him slowly, tenderly, lovingly. He backs away with a couple of things from his closet and then pulls the glass shower wall back. "Get in," He murmured and turned on the steam shower. It was one of those beastly things that should be in a gym somewhere with spigots that poured torrents from all angles. I stepped in the tiled shower carefully and was suddenly enveloped in steam and deep fragrances. The spray of water was heavenly and worked wonders on my knotted muscles from the fucking love marathon that I just ran. Okay, so it was one orgasm but it felt like I had been sprinting for miles. He slipped into the shower stall to stand behind me, and I felt his strong hands at my shoulders, gently squeezing and massaging. "I meant it when I said that was the best sex I've ever had." He kissed my neck softly. I hummed an answer. His thighs lightly brushed against my ass and I melted into him. "You're pretty tight." He said. "Is there a double meaning to those words?" I asked without turning around. "Of course." He whispered and my legs gave out. He caught me before I fell thankfully. He wrapped his arms around me and gently rubbing one of his thumbs over one of my nipples. His other hand traveled down to my cock, applying light pressure with the heel of his hand. He kissed my shoulder and hummed softly in my ear. His semi-hard on was in the small of my back, and I leaned into him, letting the hot water wash over our joined bodies. "I love touching you," Justin said quietly into my ear. He releases the pressure of his hand, but then used his fingers to rub over my tip, "I loved watching you come, Zayn. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." "Right there," I whined as my hand flies to the back of his head, bolting him to me. I felt like I might collapse. Justin held me up, whispering in my ear how much he wanted to please me, how much I deserved to be pleased, how my pleasure gets him off. "I can't wait to do this over and over and over and over..." He kissed me with each word. That was when I pulled away from him and backed up under the water spray on the opposite wall. I had to get away from him, I had to gain some control over this or I would never leave. The whole reason I came up here in the first place was so that we could get what we wanted and then I could go. I needed to shift the situation back in my favor. "Did...did I do something wrong?" Justin asked almost shyly. His face looked so juvenile with its water soaked skin and droplets falling from his damp hair that was covering his eyes. I put on a game face, "No, I just don't want me to have all the fun." I moved closer to him, moving my hand from his hair to his stomach, feeling the way his muscles contracted under my touch. He nodded with his lips slightly parted. "I won't let you be the only one giving our gifts." I slid down his body slowly until I was on my knees in front of his exceptionally large member and didn't waste any time stroking him. "Zayn, you shouldn't be doing this." Justin leaned against the tilled wall. "Why? You don't like it?" He said something in an answer but I didn't understand it. I continued to stroke him, watching and feeling his cock getting harder with each second as it filled with blood. I kissed his tip, letting my tongue poke out, tasting what he had to offer. "Zayn, I mean it. You need to get up." "I'm fine down here." I ran my nose along his thick rod that seemed to only get impossibly bigger. I had only done this sort of thing a couple of times with Lucky and it usually repulsed me but with Justin, I didn't feel ashamed at all. I was actually excited and eager to taste him. I was about to take him in fully but I was suddenly yanked off of the floor and held tightly by my shoulders. "What's wrong?" I asked as I saw Justin's heavy breathing and wild eyes. "I told you to get up." He spoke viciously but calmed down after a couple of seconds and ran a hand over his hair, moving it from his face. "I'm...sorry if I scared you or something. I thought you would like it." I said, slightly confused. He sighed, "Zayn, I usually do but...I don't want you on your knees. You're too good for that." It took me a couple of seconds to understand what he was saying. This was an Justin that I wasn't used to. "That kind of thing isn't what I want to see you doing. Do I make myself clear?" Justin said like I was a child, "You're too good for that kind of thing and I want you to promise to never get on your knees for any man." I didn't say anything but my mouth opened a couple of times trying to will words out. "Promise me, Zayn." He almost shook me. I nodded dumbly. After that awkward moment had went by, something seemed to pass between us that wasn't at all sexual. The shower turned from a sex marathon to a sensual wash down. We didn't talk at all but his touches on my body said more than enough. His ocean spray body wash seeped into my skin and I leaned against his strong chest as he massaged my muscles with strong hands. Nothing was said the entire time but I didn't mind at all. Over two hours later, we were wrapped in Egyptian cotton towels and I used a brush to get the tangles out of my hair. Justin stood against the door and watched. I kept my eyes in the mirror, not wanting to see him or I wouldn't have the strength to leave. I had to leave. "Now what?" I asked, still brushing. "What do you want?" "I don't know." I answered truthfully. "Now, I guess you and..." "Can I stay until the morning?" I cut him off, not wanting to hear his voice end whatever we had. He looked down at me oddly and thought for a second, "I usually don't let people stay over." A sharp pang of hurt ripped through me as I realized that to Justin, this was still just sex. He was treating me like everyone else he had in this bed, without even caring but I knew this was going to happen so I pulled myself together before my face betrayed me. "It's too late for me to go home now." I lied. I just wanted to stay with him as long as possible, "Please." He huffed and scrubbed his face with both palms, "I guess. I've never been through this before. Should I...sleep on the couch?" "No!" I said louder than I should have, "I don't want to kick you out of your room." I offered as my reply. I didn't want him to leave me and I felt like a clinging bitch. "Are you okay, sleeping in there...with me?" He asked hesitantly, pointing towards the bedroom, "I have a couple guest bedrooms but they're not clean. Are you sure you want to sleep in my bed?" "Yes." I whispered. I took his hand and led him back to the bed. I unwrapped my body from my towel and took a chance, climbing into his cool sheets that we had tangled up hours before. He looked torn for a second before letting his towel fall to the floor and getting in with me. He laid down and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart. "Okay, then." Justin said simply and pulled a sheet over us, not letting me fall off of his chest. Our naked bodies were still touching and I wouldn't have had it any other way. The seconds turned into minutes, the minutes turned into hours without a single word passing between us. It was when I felt Justin's chest rise and fall rhythmically, that I decided it was time for me to leave. I nimbly climbed off of him and couldn't help but gaze at his body wrapped in the sheet when I stood up. He was incredible and even sleeping, he looked like a Greek god. I pulled myself together and started picking up the clothes that were on the floor, putting them on hastily. A quick glance at the clock told me that it was four in the morning. I gave Justin one last look and made a gamble, placing a soft kiss on his full lips before padding downstairs lightly, almost making no noise. I didn't know if I should leave a note of thank you or what but I had to get out. I couldn't get more attached than I already was. This feeling I had for Justin was so strong that it was physically painful for me to leave but I had to. I couldn't change a man who didn't want it and I sure as hell didn't want to try. I couldn't let myself destroy my emotions anymore. Just one night. That's all it took, for lust to become love.

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Chapter 6

"They say that anger is the sign of true passion. We could create magic together, Zayn." ___________________________ I Google searched again and again. Never in my life had I seen such an off shade of brown but I just had to find it. I barely knew his name but as soon as I got home from Plasma last night, my mind wouldn't shut down. I felt like some drug crazed, groupie. When Perrie pulled me out of the office at Plasma, she was furious and still flailing her rather large taser around for everyone to see that she was tough shit. I was still slightly buzzed from the blood loss mixed with alcohol but nothing compared to the high I got from seeing those eyes for the first time. What the hell was wrong with me? Get it together Zayn! I looked at him once and already, I was itching to run my hands through his blonde hair or run my finger along his tone chest that was on full display for me last night. I wasn't an overly sexual person but I was a man who just saw his first piece of true eye candy and Jesus have mercy, he was fine as hell. Perrie was less than amused and wouldn't answer my questions as to who my new Mystery Crush was. She was still pissed from having to bring out the big guns so didn't really notice my complete glazed over look as we sat in the back of the cab. She just kept talking and I just kept fantasizing. It was completely embarrassing but I couldn't help it. I was so wrapped up in Mystery Crush that I didn't even really feel the throbbing from the back of my hand that was so neatly bandaged, I thought someone had called a doctor. It was entirely ridiculous that I could have this physical attraction to some guy I barely saw for two seconds and then was rushed out of the door but I didn't feel like it had to be explained. If only I could see him one more time, I would be good for the rest of my life. Does that even make sense? Last night, I went to bed with dreams of a beautiful shade of brown going through my head. Beige. Chestnut. Drab. Citrine. Ecru. Fulvous. Mummy Brown. Ochre. Rust. Tan. and Sepia. Wikipedia said that there were an estimated 9,142,857 different shades of brown. I had probably gone through half of them by eight the next morning. His name was Justin. Such an old-fashioned, strong name but it matched him perfectly. He just stood regally and it only took one second for me to fall for his looks. I bet that's how it always was. I looked at the clock that now read ten a.m. I hadn't slept since five and I was starting to feel the effects but I wasn't going to rest until I found the right color of his eyes. They were still pulling me in every time I closed mine and thought about the three seconds I saw him standing near the door. Last night, Justin was high, that was for sure but he still had the sexiest face I had ever seen. It wasn't just that he had a nice face, it was more than that. There was a fire behind him that I could sense and it turned me on immensely although that wasn't anything close to the way he looked at me. Even thought he was slightly inebriated, something about him was calling me. It was like I was drawn to him through his blood and that was fucking weird. I was even scaring myself. "Pull yourself together, Zayn." I rubbed my eyes to try and break Justin's spell on me. I was a fucking junkie with my coffee next to me on the desk and my laptop powered up. Since I couldn't sleep, I spent my time on the internet trying to find out who Mystery Crush was like a stalker but I wasn't ashamed. Through a very circuitous route, I found that Drew Bieber was the owner of Plasma, thus I figured that Justin's last name was the same. "Come on." I tapped my foot impatiently as Google took its sweet time loading the page after I typed in 'Justin Bieber'. I didn't know anything else so I hoped that was enough to get me some sort of information. My cell phone brought me out of my lusting and I nearly jumped five feet in the air. I looked around like a cartoon character, with my head shifting from side to side as I searched furiously for my phone that was buried under my un-slept in sheets. I found it near my pillow and picked up just as the ringing stopped. I always left my phone on the charger and never took it anywhere with me. I didn't even know why Yaser bought me the thing. "Hello?" I answer quickly. "Gezz Zayn, you sound like you ran a marathon. What's going on?" Perrie asked. "Nothing." I lied and took several breaths to calm myself, "What's up?" "I'm bored. Let's do something." "I can't right now Perrie and it's ten in the morning. There isn't much to do on a Sunday." "We should go somewhere outside. It's so pretty and we're not going to have much time once school starts tomorrow." "Uh...I can't. I have things to do." I stalled. "Liar. What are you doing?" "Nothing." "Well I'm coming over in an hour. Be ready to go to the lake." "What lake?" "Lake Michigan, silly. It's really close and it's going to be filled with hot guys." "I don't want any hot guys." I instinctively looked at the computer screen but couldn't really make out anything. "Well I want some. Be ready in two hours." She hung up before I had the chance to say anything else but to be honest, I wasn't listening to her. I threw the phone back down on my bed and practically raced to the computer. There were several articles on men named Jeremy Bieber who was either that big man in the room with us at Plasma or another brother. Maybe the father? There were a couple of postings on a woman named Patrica who owned a successful design firm and of course Drew had promotional stuff up for his restaurants and clubs. I scrowled down the page and tapped my foot faster. My bottom lip was nearly bleeding from the amount of pressure I was putting on it with my teeth. Of course my eyes zoomed in on the title that read 'Chicago's Sexiest Bachelors'. I clicked on the link and waited for the page to load while I chewed on my finger. There were thumbnail photos of about thirty men, all of whom were sexy in their own way but I wasn't looking at them. He was number four, how he wasn't number one was beyond me and I was seriously debating writing a petition to have him moved up. I clicked on the image and my pants got tighter from a sudden rush of my lust. "Sweet baby Jesus." I breathed as I looked at my computer screen. Justin was in the most form fitting, tailored, navy blue suit I had ever seen as it clung to the strong lines of his body. He was standing tall with his arms crossed, against a window that overlooked the city in the background. His hair was more styled than it had been last night but his face and eyes were still the same. I would call him beautiful but that didn't seem to be the right word for a man like him. I would have to do another Google search to find the perfect adjective. Maybe exquisite, superb, godly? *Just pretend he describing the picture up top 😂* He was almost too stunning to look at and my eyes kind of hurt but I couldn't not stare at him. What I wouldn't give to have him on my bed, tied up and naked. "What the hell is wrong with me?" biting my nails as I read the short biography. "Justin Bieber Age: 25 Justin Bieber was born in Canada and also he comes from the Bieber business dynasty but has grown up in the upper echelon of Chicago society. His father Jeremy and mother Patrica have raised three boys but Justin seems to be the only one making serious rounds in the dating community. As a fresh, up-and-coming real estate mogul, the youngest Bieber brother has already been dubbed a revamped James Dean type with piercing hazel brown eyes that can mesmerize." "A guy likes confidence in a person. I love a confident person who will come up and talk to me," Bieber told us. While Bieber isn't planning on settling down in the near future, that hasn't stopped him from "testing the waters" as he put it. I didn't even notice that my hand was down my pants until it was almost too late. My hand ran over my hard cock and my back arched off the chair, going up and down. I rubbed my thumb slightly over the tip and kept up a constant rhythm as I looked at Justin's picture, his eyes boring into mine, causing my body to react immediately. It only took two minutes before I was crashing down from the quickest yet most intense orgasm I had ever had. It took me significantly longer to bring myself back to reality as I rested my head on the back of the chair. I stayed in that position for about half an hour, not moving, not blinking, barely breathing. I pulled my hand back up when I could think again. I closed my laptop, not even caring to power it down. I stood up and paced the floor with heavy breathing. Never in my life had I been so attracted to a man. Not even in my short hormonal period that I went through when I turned fifteen. Back then, everything with a penis had the ability to turn my head. Of course I wasn't a man hoe and didn't do anything with them until Lucky came along but that still didn't stop me from having a few late night, hand briefs under my sheets. Actually, Lucky was the only person I had ever had sex with but that doesn't mean I didn't think about it. This Justin fellow had the ability to turn me into a puddle just over the computer and that was dangerous. There was a knock on my door that almost made me fall over. I calmed myself down and made sure that I looked somewhat pulled together, still in my pajama pants and a t-shirt. I went to the door to let Perrie in. "Are you ready?" She held up her hands to show off her hot pink cover up that was hiding what I suspected to be a skimpy bikini underneath. "Oh...has it been an hour already?" I looked at the clock. Her face fell, "What is wrong with you? Why do you look so flushed?" She lowered her sunglasses, "Is there a man in that bathroom?" "No. It's just a little hot in here." I fanned myself. "Well that's why we're going to the beach. I brought you a swimming trunks." "Oh God. I hope their legit swimming trunks and not briefs." I prayed. "Yes, I picked out something modest." She pushed her sunglasses up into her hair, "Now move! I want to leave soon." "I can't go to the beach Perrie." I complained, pointing to the still covered up cut on my hand, "Sand and open wounds don't mix." "Oh yeah." She pouted, "Sorry about that by the way." "It wasn't your fault." "I should have been watching you." "We can do something else? Show me more of Chicago." I suggested, brightening her up. "Okay." She jumped up and down, "Go get dressed." I went into the bathroom to do my normal routine that only took a couple of minutes. I walked out and went straight to my dresser. I pulled on a pair of boy jean shorts that would provide me some kind of coverage but were still breathable in the Chicago heat and a tee shirt. "Who's this?" Perrie pointed to the computer that I had shut but now stood open. I quickly closed it before more questions began pouring from her mouth. "Are you ready to go?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "No. I want to know who that was. I just saw the picture. I think I've seen him before." She tried to push my hand away but I wasn't budging. "He's no one. Leave it alone." I snarled. "Fine." She crossed her arms, "Make sure you bring money for the cab. I didn't bring my wallet." I looked around the room and my face screwed up. Where was my wallet? I sent out the search party. Perrie and I looked for the thing for an hour before we concluded that my wallet wasn't there. I know I had it with me last night but who knows what really happened after I passed out. I could have left it on the couches or someone could have stolen it but I didn't think so. I remember having it with me in Jus...in his office. I think I saw it on the desk but I wasn't sure. "It's not here Zayn. What did you do with that wallet?" Perrie said from under my bed. "I don't know. I could have sworn that I had it with me last night." "You did because I reminded myself when we walked into Plasma that I wanted to borrow the thing. It goes perfect with a blouse I just bought." "Well you bought the stupid thing. I barely know what it looks like." "It's a black wallet with skulls all over it" She grumbled, going further under the bed. "I bet I left it at the club when I feel or something." I sat in the chair by the desk, "Damn." "What did you have in it?" Perrie crawled out from her spot and sat on the bed. "Some money, not a lot but all my personal information, those were important." "But you had your key last night, didn't you?" "No, you let me in, remember?" "Oh yeah." She thought for a second, "I guess we could call Plasma and see if whats-his-name picked it up." My heart started to beat quickly at the thought of going back into that place. Maybe it was from excitement or nervousness but the scene of the crime was never a good place to be. "Do...do you think Drew would still have it?" I asked skeptically, trying to cover up my new found enthusiasm. Just the thought of being in the same vicinity as Justin was about to make me combust. She shrugged, "I don't see why not. We can find the number online." Before I even had the chance to open up my laptop, the phone on my bed rang. Perrie and I both turned to look at it. Since she was closer, she picked it up like it was hers. "Hello....oh...yeah....okay...he's right here...." She covered the phone with her hand, "It's an Justin. Do you know an Justin?" I forgot to breathe for a minute. He was calling me? "Uh...yeah. It was the guy near the door last night in the office." I said and calmly held my hand out for the phone. "I didn't really see anyone." "I wouldn't be surprised. You were going all Rambo on their asses to notice. Give me the phone." She handed it over and I placed it to my ear, "Hello." "Is this Zayn, from last night?" A cool raspy voice came from the other line and I almost died right there. If Perrie wasn't here, I would have had my second "happy time" of the day. "Yes, this is he." I replied formally. I don't know why. "I don't even know if you'll remember me..." "Of course I do. You bandaged my hand." I spoke a little too loudly and blushed over the phone. Damn it, damn it all to hell! I heard him darkly chuckled over the phone, "I have your wallet. You must have left it here. You had a list of numbers in it  and I just called the one that said it was your cell phone." "Oh...well thank you." "It's no problem. Would you like to come and get it or would you like me to bring it to you?" There was a slight tinge in his voice that told me he had a narcissistic view of himself. It was almost as if he could bounce his voice in a way that would make him seem superior. I hoped he was just putting up a front over the phone because it would be a shame if he had all that beauty but a messed up personality. "Um...well my friend Perrie and I were just about to go out. I guess we could meet you somewhere." I answered. Perrie wrote something on a piece of paper eagerly and held it up for me to read. "Sure." He replied. "I can meet you in Grant Park, at the Buckingham fountain in what...an hour?" Perrie nodded vigorously. "That's fine with me. I'll see you then Zayn." He hung up the phone without any kind of goodbye and I was left with a low ringing dial tone. "Well that was sufficiently awkward." I put the phone down. "You like him." Perrie had a wicked grin on her face, "I can tell. That was the guy on the computer wasn't it? I remember now." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Liar." She accused, "Don't you try to hide from me Zayn Malik." "I don't know what you mean." I was lying through my teeth but I was still hoping that she didn't notice. "You are in so much denial. You blushed and you had that thing in your voice." She dragged me up. "Thing?" "Yeah. I can tell you had dreams about him. You masturbated to him didn't you? I know you did." She jumped off of the bed and did some kind of weird dance. "I did not. Stop that." I pushed her back down so that she would sit still. "You are just a hormonal little minx, aren't you? Who knew that Zayn Malik would relieve himself to the likes of that guy. He was so..." She shuddered instead of speaking, "Although I have to admit that he had a nice body. I just got one glimpse but that was enough." "Shut up." I grumbled. She got off of the bed and began pulling me with her. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To meet your new lover. I want to see him close up and without my taser." "Oh great. Scare him again." I stuffed me feet in my shoes. "In my defense, I thought they were raping you. I was trying to help." "You almost killed them." "It wouldn't be the first time." She said nonchalantly, "Come on." She pulled me out of the door and my heart started beating faster by the second. Perrie explained to me that we could get to Grant Park by walking and since it was a nice day, I didn't really have a problem stretching my legs. I was working on less than two hours of sleep and three cups of coffee so I was pretty energetic. We had an hour to kill so we walked at a leisurely pace while talking about school and life. I was just trying to get her off the subject of Justin, which she didn't bring up again but I could tell that she wanted to. We arrived at the entrance of Grant Park from Columbus Avenue forty-five minutes later. "So....who is your mystery man?" Perrie nudged me. I could see the spray from the fountain up ahead but I tried not to look too eager. "I don't know. I only met him for a couple of seconds before you pushed me out of the door." "Well we had to get out of there. It was weird." She shivered. "Something was going on in that room that I didn't like. The vibes were strange." "The vibes, what are you now, physic?" "Duh. I've been trying to convince people of that for years but no one believes me. Call it whatever you want but I've got the gift." She pushed her fingers to her temple. "You are one strange woman." I said under my breath. "Whatever. Do you need some moral support? I think he's just using your wallet to get to you. What if he likes you too? What if he's like this...super sexy superhero with amazing powers or..." "Okay, okay. I get it." I calmed her down. "I just hope he didn't go through my stuff." "He probably just wanted to meet you again." "Stop being stupid." I said. There was no way in hell Justin Bieber, Chicago's fourth sexiest bachelor, would want to meet me. He probably had tons more things to do than bring me my wallet. "Okay, well I'll be here if you need me." Perrie sat herself on a bench under some shaded tress and I kept walking towards Buckingham Fountain. The whole place was huge and I had never seen so much water that wasn't in an ocean before. It was one of those Chicago landmarks that was on all of the postcards and had streams of water shooting into the sky. Majestic, bronzed, green horses were climbing out of the fountain and it looked like everything was actually moving. Stone and marble basins stood strongly as they peaked over the water top. The surrounding area was filled with kids and families who were throwing pennies into the fountain. Large trees were covering the location with grassed places for sitting. Lots of old benches were around for people to sit and I noticed that people were eating lunch in the sun. It was very peaceful. I just stood there and watched, trying to get my mind off of my masturbatory dream. "It's a beautiful sight at night." A smooth voice whispered to me. I jumped and spun around where Justin was holding out my wallet with a crocked grin on his face. "You scared the crap out of me." I spoke softly, running my hands through my hair, smoothing it out. "Sorry. I just couldn't help it. I was calling your name for about a minute." He chuckled marvelously. "Oh...I guess I didn't hear you." I replied awkwardly. "That's obvious. I brought your wallet back and I promise I didn't steal anything." "How do I know you're not lying?" "I guess you'll just have to trust me." "Did you go through my stuff?" I took the wallet from him, acting a little callous towards him but I didn't want to appear like a giddy school guy. "No, I didn't have to after I found the cell phone list. I didn't want to impede on your privacy." Impede? This charmer had a vocabulary. He crossed his arms behind him and I was glad that he had a pair of Ray Bans on or I might have been thrown to the floor by eyes. I was worried that he would look at my driver's license and realize that I wasn't really twenty-one but he seemed to be telling the truth about not going through my things. "Thank you." I said. "No problem." His grin seemed to be permanent. Something about him was different today than it was last night and I couldn't put my finger on it. He just seemed to have this attitude about him that was very arrogant. He eyed me up and down in a creepy way and even though he was still sexy as hell, I was starting to wise up to his antics. "Well thank you...for this and for last night." I pointed to the back of my hand. "It wasn't a problem. It's not every day I get to wipe down a hand as beautiful as yours." "Uh huh." I replied. He was dressed in a very smart pair of black slacks and a light blue collar shirt that had its sleeves rolled up, looking old and young at the same time. "You look very nice today." I said, trying to keep talking and not fantasize about the perfect chest that was underneath. "I just came from church." He explained. "That would explain it." I nodded, slipping further into awkwardness. "Yeah." He shuffled his feet, "So, what do you have planned today?" "It's the last day before school starts so Perrie and I are going to walk around a bit." "You're in school?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah." I blushed for some reason. "Junior?" "Yes." I said before I could stop myself. Just like last night when I told Drew I was twenty-one. Pull it together, liar! "Do you need a tutor? Maybe I could help you out sometime." Justin's voice filled with innuendo and that just made him even slimier in my eyes. "Is that a pick up line?" I asked, not even hiding my discomfort or disgust with the situation. "What would you do if I said yes?" He ran his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it out. That was when I noticed that all of this was too calculated. Every movement he made seemed like it had been practiced and done over hundreds of times. He was trying to pick me up just like he did every other person he met. It was flattering while also being extremely overconfident on his part. It was sickening to think that this was all he had to do before somebody rolled over for him although I had to admit that he had done less with me last night and I was already infatuated. "I would say that I'm not some person who you can get to suck your dick by being a jackass." My bold side was starting to come out. "I have been nothing but nice to you." His lips twitched into a small smirk. He obviously liked my reaction a little too much. "You've been a little too nice." "Isn't that what you want?" "What do you think I am?" "I'm not sure. I just met you last night." "Damn straight." I was breathing kind of heavily and was surprised that I hadn't slapped him by now. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. He kept up his smirk with his hands crossed behind his back, "Are you finished with your pathetic excuse for an early 19th century suffrage speech?" I was kind of taken aback by his boldness but then realized that people usually bowed to him. He was rich, fine as hell, obviously smarter than most scholars and had a hint of danger about him. What wasn't to love? "You're impossible." I started to walk away but he gingerly took my wrist and turned me back around. I snatched away from his grasp. "Am I annoying you?" He asked and was almost laughing. "Immensely." "Are you irritated?" He started to circle me like I was his fucking prey. "Massively." I growled. "Am I making you...angry?" He whispered in a delicious way close to my face. I didn't even bother answering. My face held all the anger I was feeling. "They say that anger is the sign of true passion. We could create magic together, Zayn." "Are you that arrogant that you think I would...what, fuck you? I don't even know you." "Perfect. Literally no strings attached." "Okay, let me just get this out there. I think you're incredibly sexy and if you would let me, I would like to have a nice fuck before I go about my business." He stopped playing his games. My mouth hung open as I digested his words. I did register somewhere that he had called me sexy but that was overshadowed by the fact that he thought he was going to get a quick fuck from me. "Are you serious? Is that how you normally get somebody you want?" I asked, stunned. "Actually, no. Ideally, you would already be on your back by now." He got a little angrier, "You're very frustrating." It was in that moment that Justin Bieber went from total heartthrob to every other ubiquitous jerk I met in high school. "Thanks for bringing me back my wallet." I didn't even chance a look back at him as I walked around the fountain. I could feel his eyes on me and hoped that he got a good look of my ass because that was the last time he was ever going to see it.

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Chapter 5

"Lets the games begin." *Sexual Part in this Chapter* ———————————————— I rolled the hundred dollar bill into a tight cylinder. I gazed at the hot brunette laying naked on the table in front of me with a line of coke in between her amazing tits. "Are you nervous, Justin?" She adjusted herself on the wood of the desk so that her legs spread open for me. "Shut up." I snapped, "I didn't bring you up here to talk." I leaned my head down and snorted the coke perfectly through my nose and as soon as it entered my blood stream, I continued on my high. The bass of the music downstairs was pounding, only adding to the incredible sensations going through my body. I was on the top floor of Plasma on our famous glow-in-the-dark night that always brought out the hotties. Busty babes with fantastic asses and the guys deep throats were overflowing from the club. I was in heaven. Drew was probably also getting his fill of lovin' somewhere on the first floor where he hunted the specimens like he was on safari. Jason and Selena were probably fucking in his office while his hand was on her ass but I didn't judge. The current "friend" lying on the table in my fourth floor office, didn't have a name that came to my mind. No, correction. Her name was Big Tits and she was fantastic. I found her the second I walked into the club late this afternoon and I think she was some kind of new waitress that Drew had hired to keep the international businessmen happy. In any case, I snatched her right up. Even though this was Drew's club, all three of us had offices here on the fourth floor, hidden from the wandering eyes of those below. Some of the men in suits, who were dancing with the hot women that we provided, were our biggest contacts in some of the shadiest businesses around the world. I had only come in today to check over a large shipment of ivory tusks that were going on a boat ride to Brazil in the morning. I had to make sure that everything was there and all was accounted for because Brazilians didn't play when it came to their illegal poaching. I know that sounds stupid but the Biebers were more than just mobsters. We dealt in everything...and I mean everything. I didn't even make it upstairs before I saw Big Tits and my night plans were immediately changed. It took one crocked grin and she was a puddle in my hands. I took her upstairs and we basically fucked until my dick fell off. We had stopped two hours ago when I needed a recharge, which consisted of cocaine and some of Drew's damn Blue Mountain beverage. I didn't do fruity drinks but that shit was surprisingly good. I would never tell him that though. "Are you ready for another round?" Big Tits called my attention back to her naked body by running her finger from her mouth, in between her breasts, over her stomach, and down between her legs. "I'll watch." I leaned back in my leather chair as I smoked a Cuban in nothing but my boxers. I watched as Big Tits dove her finger into her pussy and began arching her back as she pumped in and out. At a steady rhythm, I gazed with a hard dick as she continued to writhe on my desk, the papers on Brazilians forgotten and the trunk of tusks in the basement nothing more than a memory. The high from the cocaine mixed with alcohol and the fumes from my Cuban were doing strange things to my body but I was coherent. I was always coherent. I made sure of it because if I wasn't, bad things could happen. I never liked it when people had the upper hand. If I lost control of my senses, I wouldn't be in control anymore. I always stopped myself just before I went over the line. Only I got to taste the supreme coke. Big Tits didn't get a chance to try the pure, white, stock that I kept in the vault behind the family picture in my office. I know, cliché but it works. No one got to try the good stuff unless they paid for it. She was just some girl who looked nice. She didn't pay for shit so she was currently lucid. The only problem with that was she talked too much. "Is this good enough for you?" Big Tits asked as she moved one wet finger furiously over her swollen clit. I dipped my hand below the waistband of my boxers and stroked my seriously hard cock. "Justin!" I heard Drew from down the hall and since we were up on the top floor, there was only a dull thumping of the bass from the music. I rolled my eyes, retracted my hand, put out my cigar and pulled on my Armani pants in less than four seconds. "It's time for you to go, babe." I hit her leg and she leaned up shocked. "What, why?" She clambered to get off of my high desk. "Don't ask questions." I said and threw her whatever she came up here with. "Justin!" Drew's voice was getting closer. "When can I see you again?" Big Tits pulled on her panties and her shirt. I actually laughed darkly in her face, "You won't. You'll probably be fired by tomorrow morning." I went to the door across the room and held it open, a sign to get the fuck out. "Wha...what? I just got this job." She pleaded pathetically. "Well then you weren't doing a very good job if you were fucking the boss' brother, were you?" She pulled on her skirt and then got mad, "I'm going to sue you for sexual harassment." She nearly screamed. Drew was at the door looking like he ran a marathon and I told him to wait outside while I dealt with Big Tits. He looked into the room with wide eyes even though he shouldn't have been surprised to see the scene. "What the hell did you do now?" He harshly whispered, "I liked her." "I liked her too." I shot back with a grin, "Get out!" I spoke back to whatever-her-name was. "I'm going to my lawyer." She crossed her arms and stomped out of the door, bypassing Drew and I on the way. I let out a deep breath and moved aside so that Drew could enter. "You're the only man I know who can fuck for the entire afternoon and then do five kilos of coke all without getting anything messy. Are you even human?" He asked as he looked around. Just like I wanted it, nothing was misplaced or out of order. The papers were stacked perfectly, the carpet was clean and minus my shirtless body and white powder residue on a mirror on my desk, you wouldn't have even known what I had been doing up here for the past four hours. I walked into the bathroom and washed my hands. Who knows what shit Big Tits had on her. "What do you want? I was busy." I said. "I see." Drew pointed to the still prominent but receding erection in my pants. "Shut the fuck up. What do you want? I have to make sure the ivory is ready to go for tomorrow." I ran my hands through my hair, trying to smooth out the strands that were astray. "We have a problem and I don't know what to do." His face paled. "What did you do now?" "Nothing, I swear." He held up his hands, "I was talking to this guy downstairs. We were drinking and he was into me but then he dropped his glass and cut his hand. He just passed out on the sofa." "Was he drunk?" "No, he hadn't even finished his first Blue Mountain." I held the sides of the sink and hung my head, "Where is he?" "Lying where he fell." He shrugged. "You left him down there? Go get him!" I yelled. Was he stupid? No he wasn't but sometimes, Drew didn't think and this was obviously one of those times. "What should I do with him?" He asked as he walked backwards out of the door. "Bring him up here and get Jason. We have to wake him up and make sure no one sees you." He nodded before running out of the door. I cleaned up the little mess I had around my office and didn't even bother putting on a shirt. This is just what we needed. Another mess up that my father is going to hound me for. I wasn't worried about Big Tits and her allegations. She probably couldn't afford an attorney and even if she could, the courts wouldn't hear her trumped up charges or take her seriously. She was just another bimbo on a long list of my conquests who had threatened the same thing. I never forced myself on no one but I might as well have. I found that almost all females or males I came in contact with couldn't resist the Justin Bieber charm and they basically did what I said after the first five minutes of conversation. It was really pathetic but I had honed my skills well plus, I learned from the master, Great Grandpa Bieber. I don't know if my father knew it and he would highly disapprove if he did but Great Grandpa Bieber helped me get my first pussy at the age of twelve. I know, I could barely get a boner at that age but I tried my hardest just to look tough in front of him. He was a really bad influence now that I looked back on it but I would always hold him in the highest regard. Since then, I had been consistently dominating on the fields. I don't know what my total count was up to but I would suspect thousands, thats with females only. I barely have sex with males, I bang a few but I mostly want them to suck me off. High school was a particularly fun time for me. Even though I was somewhat of a loner, I was dynamite in the sac but that's beside the point. My prideful thoughts were broken when Jason bounded through the door with an angry look. "What the hell is going on? I'm dancing with Selena and next thing I know, Drew is pulling me up here. What did you do?" "I didn't do anything." I hitched my shoulders innocently, "That's our other brother who's causing all the trouble." "What happened?" "I don't know. Something about a guy who passed out. I wasn't really listening. He's probably one of his whores." "Well he needs to take care of it. Why am I here?" "Because, we need to handle this and he might freak out when he wakes up." "Whatever. I just want to go back to dancing. Did you know we have a mosh pit going on down there? It's so cool." Jason droned on about whatever the hell he was talking about while I focused on shaking out the wrinkles in my shirt. I would normally iron it but Drew was bringing his victim up here so I didn't have time. "Okay, I need some help." Drew came through the door carrying a petite guy whose face was tucked into his chest. It looked like he weighted nothing, "Clear off the desk." I did as he said and moved some of the things I had so that he could fit. When he set him down, I had to do a double take because... "Who is he?" I asked, almost stunned. I had never seen someone who looked so beautiful, especially with Drew. He had a pale face, but a creamy tan skin and an angelic face that could have been carved from marble. His blonde hair was up in a quiff. He had high cheekbones with soft features that made his seem slightly younger than he was. We had a strict over twenty-one policy for the club so he had to be at least that old. "His name is Zayn." Drew explained, "I met him downstairs. He's hot, right?" He smirked at me. He was more than hot. He was...exceptional. "What the hell did you do?" Jason looked over the guy with wide eyes, "Did you kill him?" "You can tell he's breathing idiot." I slapped the back of his head and couldn't take my eyes off of how his chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. The curves of his body were perfect and I had the sudden urge to run my hand along the lines of his small  features. "What should we do? Call Dad? Call the hospital?" Drew asked worriedly. "He looks like he just needs some food in his or something. I guess the blood took him off guard." I wanted to help clean the very visible gash that was on his hand but for some reason, I felt wrong touching something so delicate. Unlike the woman on my desk not ten minutes earlier, this man was pure. He just had that innocence about him that made me feel slightly awkward. He almost reminded me of my mother and I had never even met this so called Zayn. What the hell? I shook myself to get my mind right and went to the bottom drawer of my desk to pull out one of the granola bars that I kept for nutritional support. "I think he's waking up." Jason shook Zayn softly, "Go get something to clean him up with." He said to Drew who ran into the bathroom. I heard the water running and he came back a second later with a wet washcloth. We all looked over Zayn and I felt like I should have disinfected my desk before we laid him down on it. I felt kind of shamed. Zayn grumbled something incoherent but I could tell that he was waking up. "Zayn, it's me, Drew. Can you hear me?" He asked softly. He started to move on the desk but hid eyes were still closed. "Here, try to sit him up." I instructed and still didn't want to touch him. I didn't feel right. Jason gently sat next to him and propped him up on his weight. His legs were hanging off the side but didn't reach the floor like his did. "I'm going to clean off his hand." Drew knelt down and reached for his wound but something in me didn't like that. "I'll do it." I said urgently and got in his position. He relinquished the washcloth and gave it to me. "I think he had a friend with him. Maybe I should go find her." Drew tapped his chin when he stood back up. With a shaking hand that I tried to calm, I lifted Zayn's hand off of the desk and started to wipe the gash clean. The blood from his hand was dried as a long stream traveled down to his arm & a little got onto the fucking black jeans, fuck me tight jeans that he was wearing but you can hardly see the blood. My dick twitched and my hand was still shaking for some reason. "Justin, what the hell is wrong with you?" Jason asked. "Too much coke." I said, lying to myself. Maybe that was it but I knew it wasn't. I had never acted like this before when I was high but who knows. I continued to clean the shallow cut on Zayn's hand that was more like a scratch but the amount of blood that had poured out of it was intense. "He'll be fine." I said confidently, "He just got scared I think." Zayn continued to grumble something as he woke up from his slumber but still wasn't fully attentive. I quickly finished up cleaning and then went back to my desk where I had a stash of bandages. I got one that would cover the wound and made sure it was on tight before backing away from Zayn completely, into the far corner. I didn't trust myself around his for some reason. "What kind of shit did I take tonight?" I asked myself and looked for something to organize. I had nerves that needed calming. Suddenly, the door to my office flew open to reveal a very steaming little monster with curly blonde hair and her skin was actually red. "What did you do to my friend?" She yelled and threw herself at me, causing me to stumble back into the wall, "Zayn! Wake up and run. I've got him. Save yourself." She screeched. "What the hell is this thing?" I tried to pull the demon off of me. She jumped from my arms and ran over to the desk, "What did you do to him? He was just a sweet guy and now you've corrupted him." She hit Drew with a hard slap to the face that made his neck jerk back, "I saw you talking to him." "Geez lady, We're trying to wake him up." Jason rolled his eyes, "Take it down on the drama." "I don't even know you but I'm calling the police. He looks dead. Zayn, Zayn wake up." She hit Zaym in the face gingerly. "Perrie, I'm fine." I heard Zayn's raspy accent voice for the first time and my body felt weird again. I quickly pulled myself together and started devising a plan of getting this little demon out of my office. "No you're not fine Zayn. Did they drug you? Oh God, they did. I know they did." The tiny woman quickly pulled out a taser from her purse and struck Drew dead in his neck with a motion that I barely even saw. His body jolted slightly and he fell to his knees, gripping the desk for support. She got Jason in the neck as well and I was surprised she could reach up that high. He didn't go down as easily but that didn't stop her from trying. "Run, Zayn! They're going to rape us." She yelled to the high heavens. "Calm down." Drew regained some strength and wrapped his arms around her body. "Get your hands off of me! Run, Zayn!" She flailed in the air. "This is why I don't let people into my office." I grumbled. At this point, Zayn was more alert and looking around with wide eyes. I was hit by a figurative train as I looked into Hazel brown irises that spoke volumes. Even from across the room and in dim light, I could see the flecks of gold and brown as they shinned off of the desk lamp. "Wha...what's going on?" Zayn asked and blinked a couple of times. "They're trying to rape you. Run!" "Who's trying to rape me, Drew?" Zayn pointed to my brother who was still struggling with the beast who was now pushing them up against the wall, "Perrie, calm down. No one is going to hurt me." "Yes, he tried to rape you!" "I did not. He cut his hand, passed out and then I brought him up here so some douche didn't rape him downstairs." Drew gave up and just set this Perrie down on the carpet but snatched the taser from her hand before she could do anymore damage, "Where did you get this anyway?" "I have another one in here somewhere." The girl whose name was apparently Perrie, was searching through her bag, "Just hold on while I find it." "Perrie, he didn't try to rape me. Drew was helping me. I passed out from the blood." Zayn tried to get off of the desk and almost fell on wobbly legs, I reached out to help him but it wouldn't have done any good since I was near the door. What the hell? I actually had to pull my arm back with my other hand and continued to sulk in the corner as I tried to bring my body back from its obviously outrageous high. "Perrie, calm down." Zayn stood on unsteady legs and he looked so fucking hot in his all black outfit. "Are you sure Zayn? Because I can handle them." Perrie pulled out another, larger taser and started flinging it around, "This one has prongs bitches." She pointed it at Jason "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, backing away sacredly. "I'm pissed. You took my friend." Perrie went to stand next to Zayn who was now standing and holding on to the desk and was about a head shorter. "Perrie, stop it. Drew wasn't trying to do anything." Zayn said and Drew nodded frantically. "Promise, ma'am." He talked softly, "I wasn't trying to hurt him, promise." Out of nowhere, he had acquired a southern accent. Jason and I looked at him like he was a different person. Perrie kept up her steely glare on all three of us while holding onto Zayn. "Why don't we just go home?" Zayn suggested. He had yet to look at me and I didn't know what would happen if he did. I wasn't in control of myself at the moment and had the urge to sneak off to the bathroom to purge my body of all the harmful shit I put into myself tonight. I hoped that I didn't have beer goggles on or in this case, coke goggles because Zayn was looking more incredible by the second. Perrie's shoulders shrunk and she seemed to deflate, "This is all my fault, I didn't mean to mess up your birthday." "It's okay. We'll do something tomorrow." Zayn placated her, not really acknowledging the three men in the room. "We can go to the lake or something." Perrie got happy again. This woman was like some crazy, bi-polar, speed demon. Zayn began walking to the door but I could tell that the cut on his hand was bothering him, "What happened?" Zayn turned around and asked Drew. "Uh...well after you passed out, I brought you up here so that you weren't alone. I didn't know this little thing back then." Drew pointed at Perrie "Then we cleaned you up and tried to make sure you were okay." He totally skipped over the part when he came up here asking me what to do, making him seem like the hero but I wasn't in a mood enough to correct him. "Who bandaged my hand?" Zayn asked. "Justin did." Jason said quickly, "Blame him. We didn't touch you, I swear." "Justin?" "Uh...me." I decided to make myself known and he spun around like I was a ghost. We just stared at each other for an awkward couple of seconds, the full affect of his eyes hitting me even harder than before. "Oh...well thank you." He hung his head and it looked like he was talking to himself, I could tell because his hair was perfectly still not creating a curtain over hell angelic face. Angelic? I had never used that adjective to describe a man in my life. You are so fucking high! I started laughing for no reason other than the fact that I was so messed up. "Is...something funny?" Zayn asked and his tone was kind of edgy. "No." I replied simply. "Well then why are you laughing? I don't like people laughing at me when there's no reason." He snapped like we were old friends. That kind of took me aback but I didn't show it. "I didn't mean to offend you." I answered. "Good." He bobbed his head authoritatively, "What's wrong with you? You look strung out." "You'll have to excuse him." Jason stepped in, "He's kind of hopped up right now." Zayn gave a knowing nod and I saw him try to his own smile, "Thank you." He said sweetly. "You're welcome." I let out a deep breath that was a mixture of frustration with myself and...I don't know what else. "Let's go. I don't like it here. We'll be taking our business elsewhere." Perrie pulled Zayn towards the door and made sure that she turned her back on us. "Well, bye." Zayn waved and the door closed with a soft, resounding thud. No one knew what to say as Jason, Drew and I just stared at each other. "That was fun." Jason decided to break the silence like he always did. "I'm...not sure if that really happened or if this was a dream." Drew shook his head. I didn't really have anything to say because I didn't know if I was still high or not but something told me, it was more than that. The weird sensations that I had from before, were still within me but now that Zayn wasn't here, I had the odd feeling that I needed to see him again...without the coke goggles. By two a.m, the bar was shut down and the club had started to dissipate of drunk patrons that had flooded the floors. Drew and Jason handled everything while I sat in my office, tapping my pen on my desk, thinking. The cocaine had started to work itself out of my body and I think I peed out the horrible Blue Mountains that I downed so I was level headed again. The only problem was that I couldn't get Zayn out of my thoughts. What I wouldn't give to fuck him on this desk. I ran my hand along the smooth wood of my empty desk and imagined what it looked like a couple of hours before with Zayn sprawled out in a somewhat dream like state. He was beautiful, that was certain but I had rarely come across a man who had the exceptional looks that he did. He was one of those rare guys that was sought out by people all over. I bet he was some kind of model or actress. He had to be. "Damn." I said to myself and clicked my teeth together just trying to think more about him. Brunettes were my preference but I was suddenly rethinking what I liked. If only I could have had five minutes alone with him. He would have given into me and I would have been bending him over right now instead of fantasizing about it. Now that I saw him, Zayn was becoming more of an itch that I had to scratch. My body craved him because I had found him. Well to be honest, Drew found him but I would be the one who ended up plowing the shit out of my new blonde beauty who had seemed to have appeared directly from Venus. This physical attraction to him was going to kill me. What the hell was I going to do if I couldn't cum inside him soon? The problem with me was that once I sought out a challenge, I didn't stop until I had it and Zayn had just fallen into that category. He was going to be mine sooner or later. "Hey dude, it's time to go." Jason pushed himself into my office. "Oh yeah." I jumped up a little quicker than I should have and gathered my things. I was under my desk, trying to reach for my briefcase when I saw a small corner of Tan fabric that was peeking out from under the edge of the carpet. "What the heck is that?" I pulled on the rubber square thing. I closed my eyes, quickly scanning through my memory until I spotted Drew carrying it in with Zayn a of couple hours ago. My eyes snapped open with a smirk on my lips. 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