Hey Bad Boy, You're A Tad Overrated

Violet Bronze, Vod, is One Direction’s new stylist and she hates how full of himself Zayn Malik is. Yes, he has smoldering good looks and a moody, mysterious attitude, but Vod is not so easily impressed. Or so she thought. When Zayn begins to send her mixed signals, one minute he acts as if he wants her, the next he ignores her, she doesn’t know what to think or what to do. But there’s one thing she’s dying to tell him, ‘Hey bad boy, you’re a tad overrated!’


8. 8. The Punishment 2

‘Zayn, let me go!’ I ordered for the third time but he wouldn’t listen. He had his arms around me and was holding me tight against him.

‘Don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this as much as I am?’ he asked, smirking mischievously. His head was bowed. He hadn’t looked at my face once the last 5 minutes. As I was still in my underwear, his eyes were preoccupied with two other parts of mine. I felt all kinds of uncomfortable being half naked in front of him and I honestly didn’t know for how much longer he would be a gentleman about it.

‘Prove to me that I’m not a toy and that you actually care,’ I dared, grabbing his arms. ‘And let me go.’

Zayn finally lifted his head up and locked his eyes with mine. ‘I do care about you,’ he said, serious. He struggled inside before he gently pushed me away, groaning in complain. I hid a smile and walked to my clothes. Zayn watched me as I picked them up from the floor and put them on. Then, he moved closer and put his hands on my hips. ‘Don’t think for a moment that I have forgotten what you did to me this morning, doll,’ he warned me.

‘Zayn, come on, I was only teasing!’ I complained.

‘Make it up to me, then,’ he said. There was something very dangerous about him at that moment.

I folded my arms. ‘Fine. How?’

‘Let’s have our second date here, in your flat,’ Zayn said, staring into my eyes, daring me to protest. Sometimes, I felt as if he only said things so he would hear me complain about them.

‘I thought we were going to the movies,’ I argued, not really into his idea.

‘I brought a DVD,’ he said, handing me The Woman in Black. ‘And popcorn.’

‘I don’t want to watch this!’ I squealed. ‘I heard it’s scary.’

‘Well, it is a horror film, love,’ Zayn replied, caressing my face. Then, he said, ‘Oh, and there’s one very important rule to our date.’

‘I’m afraid to ask what it is,’ I told him, all calmed down by his touch.

He chuckled before he set his rule, ‘Every time you get scared, you’ll let me kiss you.’

‘B-but I’ll be scared all the time,’ I cried like a little child. I really hated horror films.

Zayn grinned. ‘Exactly,’ he said.

‘Are you trying to take advantage of me, Zayn Malik?’ I asked with my eyes narrowed.

‘That’s my rule, doll. You’ll let me kiss you where I want, how I want and as long as I want,’ he said, shrugging. ‘But I won’t make any other moves on you. I promise. Unless if you want me to, of course.’

I swallowed with difficulty and said, ‘Fine.’

This was a dangerous game that we were about to play and I didn’t think that either of us could behave for too long. I popped the disc in the DVD player and Zayn turned off the light. When we sat next to each other on the sofa, he hooked his arm around my shoulder and put his legs on the coffee table, crossing the one over the other. The film began and I did my best to keep a poker face on.

Pfft. This is not scary at all,’ I said after the first 10 minutes of the film passed. But I was lying. Even the music was scary. I looked at Zayn. He was smirking in the dark but didn’t look away from the screen. When Daniel Radcliffe was left alone in the haunted house, I whimpered with my lips pressed together, and when he saw the ghost, I gasped, turned to Zayn and nestled into his neck.

Zayn chuckled, paused the film and caressed my hair. ‘Are you afraid, love?’ he asked.

I pulled away. ‘I’m not,’ I lied, shaking my head back and forth.

‘It’s time for your punishment, Vod,’ Zayn simply said and I nodded, shut my eyes and waited. He kissed my forehead, merely brushing his lips on it, before he grabbed the remote, pressing play.

I opened my eyes. ‘That was it!?’ I demanded, irritated.

‘Yep,’ Zayn replied, totally focused on the film.

So, this was his punishment, I thought, him actually not kissing me. When there was another close up of the ghost, I jolted and turned away. Zayn paused the film again. ‘What? Are you going to kiss my nose this time?’ I asked, ironically.

He didn’t reply. He only half smiled before he grabbed my face and melted his lips into mine. As we kissed, I felt as if he was sucking the life from me. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine and stroked his thumbs on my cheeks. ‘I’ve been dying to do that all day,’ he said.

‘I’m glad that you did,’ I smiled and he grinned. When he nuzzled my neck, my heart beat faster and the minute his lips touched it, I let out a little moan. He chuckled against my skin and his hot breath sent vibrations through me. He gave my neck wet kisses and each time he used his tongue, I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. ‘Zayn, let’s take it slow, please,’ I breathed. I felt so helpless in his hands.

‘Relax, doll,’ he whispered, touching the inner of my thigh. ‘I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.’ And with that, he positioned himself on top of me on the sofa.

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