A Tale Of Two Spies
Asshole Boyfriends.
*Zayn's POV*
I downed yet another glass of champagne watching as Carter fluttered from couple to couple around the hall, red dress flowing behind her. I studied as she began a conversation with a younger highly decorated military gentleman.
My breath caught in my throat as his gaze trailed down to her exposed cleavage, and she stuck her leg through a hidden slit on her dress.
She was playing the sexy card.
I stumbled towards them, smashing into the backs of the people that I should probably be making small talk with. When I made it to her I threw a heavy arm over her shoulder and bumped our hips together.
"And who might this be?" I slurred, planting a sloppy kiss on her forehead. She pulled a quick face before side stepping my arm.
"This is Sergeant James Johnson. He sometimes supervises in the U.S. mint." Her eyes were trying to send me a message, but I was beyond faded and couldn't decipher it. The young sergeant looked at me and sent a smirk towards Carter. She blushed and stepped even further away from me.
"Well that's a nice title. I'm Zayn Malik. Top U.S. government ag-" I felt the harsh pressure of Carter's elbow in my gut as she cut me off.
"Top U.S. government coffee delivery guy. He runs the errands around the office. You know those guys, always wanna give themselves a title." Carter giggled, and squeezed my hand so hard it went numb.
James looked between us before taking off his hat and shaking Carter's hand before disappearing. She tapped her fingers on her dress as he faded into the mass of bodies, before gripping my arm and tugging me to an old storage closet in the hall.
"Carter, baby. So anxious to get me alone?" My words came out slow like a thick sludge and I struggled with my lead tongue.
"Zayn! Charlie! Whoever you are! I can't work with you!" Her voice was a cool growl and I shrugged.
"Not my fault. I'm making progress! I had a conversation earlier."
"Oh please! You mean that slut at the bar?! Not at all." Carter rolled her eyes.
"I think you're jealous." I gargled back, pressing a finger into her nose.
"J-E-A-L-O-U-S."
"Shut up Zayn!" She hissed, raking a hand down my arm.
"You jealous of Danicka?"
Carter gnawed at her lip before pressing her lips into mine.
"Nope. Because you aren't her asshole boyfriend for a night." And with that she angrily exited the closet.
I downed yet another glass of champagne watching as Carter fluttered from couple to couple around the hall, red dress flowing behind her. I studied as she began a conversation with a younger highly decorated military gentleman.
My breath caught in my throat as his gaze trailed down to her exposed cleavage, and she stuck her leg through a hidden slit on her dress.
She was playing the sexy card.
I stumbled towards them, smashing into the backs of the people that I should probably be making small talk with. When I made it to her I threw a heavy arm over her shoulder and bumped our hips together.
"And who might this be?" I slurred, planting a sloppy kiss on her forehead. She pulled a quick face before side stepping my arm.
"This is Sergeant James Johnson. He sometimes supervises in the U.S. mint." Her eyes were trying to send me a message, but I was beyond faded and couldn't decipher it. The young sergeant looked at me and sent a smirk towards Carter. She blushed and stepped even further away from me.
"Well that's a nice title. I'm Zayn Malik. Top U.S. government ag-" I felt the harsh pressure of Carter's elbow in my gut as she cut me off.
"Top U.S. government coffee delivery guy. He runs the errands around the office. You know those guys, always wanna give themselves a title." Carter giggled, and squeezed my hand so hard it went numb.
James looked between us before taking off his hat and shaking Carter's hand before disappearing. She tapped her fingers on her dress as he faded into the mass of bodies, before gripping my arm and tugging me to an old storage closet in the hall.
"Carter, baby. So anxious to get me alone?" My words came out slow like a thick sludge and I struggled with my lead tongue.
"Zayn! Charlie! Whoever you are! I can't work with you!" Her voice was a cool growl and I shrugged.
"Not my fault. I'm making progress! I had a conversation earlier."
"Oh please! You mean that slut at the bar?! Not at all." Carter rolled her eyes.
"I think you're jealous." I gargled back, pressing a finger into her nose.
"J-E-A-L-O-U-S."
"Shut up Zayn!" She hissed, raking a hand down my arm.
"You jealous of Danicka?"
Carter gnawed at her lip before pressing her lips into mine.
"Nope. Because you aren't her asshole boyfriend for a night." And with that she angrily exited the closet.
Notes
Just an awful filler. I can't wait to post the next chapter because it is wonderful if I do say so myself!!Ciao 4 now,
Denim xox
@Liampayneaddict
Awww thanks :D
2/11/16