This is Monica's second one shot and its a bit more sexual than the last. Hehe. Hope you like it baby. :)
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Zayn’s POV
She sneaks out in the middle of the night
Tight dress with the top cut low.
Where was she?
I let out a frustrated gone and ran a hand through my slightly greased hair before turning around to face the front bar. She said she’d be here over an hour ago. I really don’t know why I’m surprised. She makes a habit of doing shit like this just to get to me. Knowing her she’d be two hours later than she said and act like it was no more than five minutes.
I motioned for the bar tender to slide me a drink over the counter. He did so without any questions asked and a friendly nod. Wonderful. I planned on getting good and drunk tonight. With how Monica functions it might be the only way I’ll survive this night without ripping my hair out.
Watching the group of people mingling around the club while sipping my drink, I failed to notice the slight commotion centered around the front door of the club. It wasn’t until I heard the man next to me comment rather loudly to his mate, “Damn, you see that girl in the red dress? Wouldn’t mind taking her home.”
Instinctively, my eyes followed his line of site. Anger boiled hot in my veins when I realized who he was talking about. Of course she would wear that dress. How could she waste the chance torture me?
It was a bright shade of red and as tight as could be, hugging every curve of her hot body like glove. The neck line dipped so far down, if she bent over even the slightest, there would be almost nothing left for the imagination. Not the mention her long legs sticking out of the short bottom. God those legs. Those were always the worst.
She’s addicted to the feeling of letting go.
She greeted everyone, especially the men, with one of her favorite flirtatious smiles. Everyone was looking at her, not that I blame them but the more guys who started making eyes at my girl the anger I became. I had to set my glass done to keep me from shattering it with my grip. She loved this. She loved it way too much.
I kept my eyes on her just waiting for the moment she spotted me because she would. She knew I was here. She’d probably already pinpointed exactly where I was located, I’m guessing, from the where she’d positioned herself to make her grand entrance.
And finally she did, addressing me with the dirtiest most satisfied smirk I’d ever seen.
She was fucking asking for it.
But every time I tell her that I want more.
She closes the door.
Monica’s POV
She’s not afraid of all the attention.
She’s not afraid of running wild.
The look on Zayn’s face when I smiled at him for the first time was one of pure rage. I could see his eye’s blackening and the veins popping out of his neck from across the room. An immense amount pleasure coursed through me as I giggled to myself and made my way across the floor to his side.
His eye’s followed me intently, scanning me from head to toe the closer I got. I hoped he liked what he saw because I certainly enjoyed the view before my eyes. Dressed in all black with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and black hair falling forward out of its quiff, its really a miracle I’m able to keep up this demeanor at all.
I threw on my brightest smile and leaned forward to place my lips on his cheek, speaking a bright voice, “Hi Zaynie.”
His face was still hard as stone and his body stoic with his reply, “Hello. You’re a bit late aren’t ya?”
“Was I?” I pulled off the innocent face, pressing my eyebrows together. This only seemed to piss him off more, which was exactly the plan in the first place.
How come she’s so afraid of falling in love?
Zayn scowled, his jaw set so hard I swore it could cut a knife. He picked up his drink on the bar, took a long chug, and nodded toward my outfit, “Nice dress.”
The smirk could barely be kept off my face at his comment. I wore this little get up just for his appreciation. The last time I put it on the boner was seen through his pants within minutes. I was hoping for the same reaction this time and was not disappointed.
“Oh you like it?” my face lit up as if I had no clue, “I just threw it on.”
Zayn looked as if he was burning in hell and it was perfect.
She’s not afraid of scary movies
She likes the way we kiss in the dark.
How come she’s so afraid of falling in love?
Zayn’s POV
Maybe she’s just trying to test me
Trying to see how hard I’m gonna work.
It was disgusting, it really was. Not five seconds after finally giving me the curiosity of acting if I existed, Monica was drug away but some guy who threw her a nice compliment.
God, I nearly punched the asshole when he put a hand on her waist. Did I not exist or something like that? Not that she bothered to even make it seem like we were a couple. That giggle came out within seconds. I asked for another drink while the interaction went on.
I knew why she was doing this. We always did this shit. See how far we can push each other until we literally break from anger and jealousy. Well she wasn’t going to win. Not this time. She does this way too often. I would be rock, hard as rock.
“Wanna see if I can really see how much she’s worth.”
“Oh you model part time?” her voice was high and dripping with wonderful shock. She inched closer to and rubbed his abdomen, “That must mean you have some pretty nice abs.”
I swallowed half the glass of hard whiskey, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my fingers started to cramp.
The lad was good looking if you liked that kind of overly buff and tall type of look. You could hear how happy he was with himself that he’d manage to get a girl of her caliber to speak to him in his voice, “Yeah, they’re alright.” He lifted his shirt up a bit to give her a look.
Her chocolate eyes widened and anticipation, “No! Don’t flash the entire club!”
They laughed together, bass and soprano harmonizing. He scooted closer to my girlfriend, his face only inches from hers. She made no move to push him away even though I was standing not a foot from her.
I brought the glass to my lips and finished it off.
She’s not afraid of all the attention.
She’s not afraid of running wild.
How come she’s so afraid of falling love?
“Hey,” I heard his deep voice whisper probably in her ear, “do you wanna get out of here?”
That was it. I was gone. This was too far. She was mine.
I flipped around and grabbed Monica by the waist, digging my fingers into her flesh under that god damn dress. I put my lips to ear and pressed my erection into her back, “What the hell are you doing.” My voice was deep and seething. She needed to see how pissed I was.
You could almost hear the smirk on her face. She cranked her head around to give me an eyebrow raise, “What ever do you mean Zaynie.”
I jerked my hips up higher to give emphasis to my point, “You are mine. What the fuck,” I spat in a dangerous tone, “are you doing flirting?”
“Was I” Monica batted her eyelashes and twisted her body around, letting her hand fall down between my legs to cup me.
I bit down on her ear lobe, “You little slut.”
She ran a hand up my back, scratching my back with her nails through my shirt, “Don’t you like that baby?”
“No,” I reached up to pinch at one of her nipples, my heart burning with rage and fire.
Raising hand to my stubbly cheek, she stroked the skin almost tenderly, eyes swimming. Her voice was a whispered murmur when she spoke, “Do you wanna get out of here Zaynie? So you can punish me?”
actual people with an actual life: lets go to the beach, then to go eat and then we can come home and throw a party and everyone can be invited for the best times of our lives!
