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Mr. Malik

Eight

“Your naked body is exquisite, Miss Mason,” Mr. Malik breathed against the bare skin of her collarbone.

Katherine shuddered as his words, so low and sensual, caused goose bumps and tingles to skate across her flesh. She watched as he leaned up, and noticeably quirked his eyebrow at her.

“Do you enjoy the sound of my voice, Miss Mason?” He asked lowly.

“Mmm,” she purred.

“Does it turn you on, Miss Mason?” He asked.

“Mm-hmm,” she answered truthfully.

“The sound of my voice… does it make you wet?” He breathed against the sensitive flesh of her neck.

“Oh, God,” she moaned lowly, her body shuddering again.

She felt the palm of his hand slide down her belly and sink into the front of her panties.

“Just as I thought,” Zayn breathed in her ear before he nipped at it. All she could do was moan. This man had her hook, line and sinker.

“Always a pleasure, Miss Mason,” he breathed against her earlobe, and the words reverberated through her mind.

Always a pleasure. Always a pleasure. Always a pleasure.

Katherine’s eyes opened quickly, realizing almost immediately she was dreaming. As far as she could tell, it was still night. The sky was still dark, the moon still high. But after a dream like that, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She tip-toed out of her bedroom, on a quest to get a glass of water, when she noticed a dim light coming from the living room. She quietly walked toward the light and found Zayn sitting on one end of the large L-shaped couch looking pensive and sad. Her heart broke a little bit seeing him look so lost. She took another step closer, but stopped herself. Was it really her place to comfort him? She wasn’t his girl. She wasn’t his family. She was the hired help. But she couldn’t seem to stop her own two feet from bringing her closer and closer to him.

Her heart was beating heavy in her chest as she sat next to him on the couch. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t move a muscle. She knew it was his father that was on his mind. He left Bradford while he was still in the hospital. Katherine could read the worry all over his face.

“Are you okay?” She asked carefully.

“Yeah—” he said, his voice cracking from disuse. He cleared his throat and looked momentarily at her.

“I’m alright,” he assured her.

“Okay,” she whispered.

They both fell silent for a few moments, her heartbeat never evening out. There was a lump in her throat from the back-up of words she wanted to say to him.

“Do you want to talk?” She offered. He looked over at her again with another side-eye.

“No, love. I don’t want to talk,” he said quietly. Her whole body tingled from the nickname. He never used a nickname before.

“Okay,” she breathed, falling silent again.

“You’re playing with fire wearing so little around the house at night,” Zayn informed her. She bit her lip as every nerve in her body reacted from his words.

Katherine watched as he leaned toward the side of the couch and pulled out a gray cashmere blanket, draping it over her bare legs.

“It’s cold in here,” he added.

“I wouldn’t think you’d have an issue with what I’m wearing,” she quipped under her breath as she adjusted the blanket to cover the entirety of her lower half.

“You have no idea,” he remarked curtly, making her mouth go dry. But with another look in her direction and the sideways smirk that came with it, she relaxed next to him.

Minutes tick by as the two of them sat next to each other in the dimness and quiet. Katherine wanted to say so much. She wanted to do anything to make him feel better. But somehow she knew that her just being there next to him, being there for him was enough.

Katherine woke up to her alarm the next morning, alone in her own room, having dream-like memories of Zayn carrying her in his arms from the couch to her bed. She must have fallen asleep with him in the living room.

She took a deep breath and got out of bed knowing she needed to get breakfast started promptly. She dressed in black slacks and a fitted long-sleeved red shirt. She pinned her hair up into a bun and brushed on minimal make up before finishing the rest of her daily morning routine.

The apartment was quiet as she headed toward the kitchen. She moved swiftly, gathering everything she needed to make Mr. Malik breakfast. When the doorbell rang suddenly she nearly jumped out of her skin. Who in the holy hell would be at the door at 7:30 in the morning?

Without another moment passing, Mr. Higgins was coming out of the security office, looking rather alarmed.

“Who is it?” Katherine asked him quietly.

“Not sure, ma’am,” he said, giving her a side-eye as he took long strides toward the door. Her heart began to pound faster. Who could it possibly be?

“Is there something wrong, Higgins?” Katherine heard Mr. Malik’s voice before she saw him.

When she turned her head he was right there in all his glory – well, nearly. He stood next to the breakfast bar, his body damp as he clung to a towel that was wrapped around his waist. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest.

“Not entirely sure, sir,” Mr. Higgins said as he reached the door. Zayn gave him a nod of his head, giving him the okay to open the door.

“Can I help you?” Mr. Higgins said to the person after opening the door.

“Yeah. Is my filthy brother around?” They heard a male’s voice.

“Sir?” Mr. Higgins asked, looking to Zayn.

“Shit,” he sighed, looking more than a little annoyed.

“Let him in,” Mr. Malik finally said.

“Thanks, Jeeves,” the unknown man said to Mr. Higgins before entering the home.

Stepping into the foyer stood a very attract looking man. Tousled light brown hair, brown eyes, black leather jacket, ripped jeans and black boots on his feet. He didn’t look like anyone Mr. Malik would associate with. He was the complete opposite of Zayn.

“Brother,” the man said, sending Zayn a wide smile.

“Liam, what the hell are you doing here?” Zayn asked through gritted teeth, still clinging to the towel around his waist.

“Came to see why you bailed. Came to tell you your dad’s doing better,” Liam told him.

“You came all the way from England to tell me what you could have told me over the phone?” Zayn snapped.

“I didn’t want to talk to your secretary,” Liam said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What do you want?” Zayn snapped again.

“I wanted to see how you’re doing,” Liam answered quickly. Zayn’s eyes were piercing as he looked at his brother.

“Honest,” Liam said, holding his hands up in defense.

“I need to get dressed,” Zayn grumbled under his breath, walking toward his bedroom.

“Yes, you do,” Liam said, dropping his duffel bag on the floor in the foyer.

Mr. Higgins finally closed the door and walked back to the security office, but not before he gave Katherine another side-eye. She stood frozen in place in the kitchen, staring at the traveler that stood in the foyer. He was looking around the open space, taking it all it. It made her wonder if it was the first time he’d ever been there.

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” Liam said once he caught eyes with Katherine.

“Hello,” she said quietly, turning back toward the breakfast she was preparing before the intrusion. She heard Liam’s footsteps clomping toward her, until they stopped. She turned to see him standing next to the breakfast bar, staring at her.

“Can I make you some breakfast?” She offered him.

“Sure, love. Are you the maid?” He asked.

“Housekeeper,” she corrected him.

“Right. You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” He commented, which she ignored effortlessly.

“Is this a normal thing? My brother walking around half naked in your presence?” He asked, which made her heart skip thinking about how indisposed Mr. Malik was.

“Nothing about this morning has been normal,” she answered vaguely.

“Right,” Liam said again.

Katherine heard the stool at the breakfast bar slide out and watched out of the corner of her eye as Liam sat down on it.

“What are you making there, love?” he asked.

“An omelet for Mr. Malik. I can make you one too, or something else if you’d prefer something different,” she told him.

“An omelet sounds fine. But none of those mushrooms on it. Do you have any meat or something?” He asked.

“I could dice up some ham if you’d like,” she offered.

“Hams good,” he said with a smile. Katherine walked toward the fridge and retrieved the ham, bringing it back to the counter.

“You’re American,” Liam said as if it were out of the ordinary.

“We are in America,” she said plainly.

“You got me there,” Liam laughed.

“I guess it just surprised me since his whole security team is from Europe,” Liam pointed out. She never even thought about it before. It made her wonder if his previous housekeepers were European.

“But then again, just looking at you, I know why he hired you,” Liam continued, causing her face to burn with blush.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Miss Mason,” she replied.

“What’s your given name?” He asked.

“Katherine,” she said, giving him a timid look.

“Katherine. Lovely,” he said with a smile.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

“You know, you are an absolute stunner. I don’t know how my brother gets anything done around here with you living here. You do live here, right?” Liam asked.

“I do,” she answered.

“Zaynie-boy must have a libido of steel keeping himself away from you,” Liam said and Katherine nearly choked on the saliva in her mouth.

Liam,” they heard Mr. Malik snap.

“Brother,” Liam said, turning toward the now fully dressed Mr. Malik.

“Leave Miss Mason alone,” Zayn said, stringing out each word with an air of warning. Katherine could only stare at him as he scowled at Liam.

“Alright, alright,” Liam said with a small chuckle.

“Miss Mason, you can continue with breakfast,” Zayn said, turning toward her, his facial features softening slightly as he looked at her.

“Yes. Yes, sir,” she said, turning back toward the food.

“Liam, come with me,” Zayn said sharply.

“Yes, sir,” Liam said comically, following his very serious brother out of the kitchen and into his office.

As Katherine was cleaning the kitchen that morning after breakfast, Liam found her again, startling her as she was finishing up the dishes.

“I’m sorry about before. I didn’t know you two were sleeping together,” Liam said, leaning up against the counter. Katherine sucked in a breath and choked on the air.

“Excuse me?” She snapped at him.

“I saw the way you two looked at each other,” Liam continued.

“We are not sleeping together,” she told him firmly.

“Did you know that when a person is lying they usually don’t use contractions when they’re denying something. ‘We are not sleeping together’. Also, by the defense in your tone and the way you spoke my words back to me, it makes me wonder if you’re telling the truth,” Liam said, quirking his eyebrow at her. She supposed he wasn’t as dumb as he looked.

“We’re not,” she said firmly, narrowing her eyes at him. His eyes challenged her for a minute before his smile took over his features once again.

“Alright. I believe you,” he said finally. She took a deep breath and shook her head.

“Are we done here?” She asked him boldly.

“Did I offend you?” He asked with a wry smile.

“No. I just have a lot of work to do and Mr. Malik wouldn’t appreciate it if I were to get off task,” she said as professionally as she could.

“I bet he wouldn’t,” Liam said with a quirked eyebrow. Katherine pursed her lips at him before she spun on her heels and made her way out of the kitchen.

As she was making up one of the guest bedrooms for Liam at Mr. Malik’s request Katherine was startled by Zayn’s presence in the doorway.

“Christ!” She yelped, her heart leaping into her throat.

“Sorry,” Zayn said with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Can I help you with something, sir?” She asked formally.

“It would probably be best if you stayed clear of Liam while he’s here. He’s uh… he definitely likes his women,” he told her.

“It must run in the family,” she snipped under her breath. Zayn’s eyes narrowed at her immediately and she cowered under his stare.

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly.

“I’m not sure how long he is staying. He’s probably just waiting for the right time to hit me up for money,” Zayn said.

“You have such a low view of your brother?” She questioned.

“Trust me, it’s a just view,” he said, pursing his lips together.

“I honestly didn’t know you had a brother. It only mentions you have sisters on the internet,” she told him and he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I uh, did some research before taking the position,” she explained as her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“Step-brother,” Zayn said, answering so many questions in her head.

“It makes sense. You two look nothing alike,” she pointed out.

“There is not much that Liam and I have in common,” he told her. Except your love for women, she wanted to say.

“Your… your father is doing better?” She questioned.

“So it seems,” he nodded.

“That’s great news, Zayn,” she said with a wide smile.

“It is,” he said quietly.

They were silent for a few long moments. She stared at him as he leaned against the door frame, sliding his fingers up and down his chin. He looked so attractive, so incredibly appealing.

“Like I said, Miss Mason, just stay away from Liam while he’s here,” Zayn warned her again.

“He seems harmless,” she told him.

“Do not forget, Miss Mason, I still have not punished you from your outburst the other morning. Let’s not make the punishment more severe,” he said, quirking his eyebrow at her. Her insides tightening in the most delicious way.

“Yes, sir,” she said formally.

He gave her one last once-over before he turned and left the doorway. She took a deep breath and let it out, wondering when the hell he would carry out the punishment he was holding over her head.

Notes

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Comments

@impostersyndrome5

Yeah. I was super stressed that I wasn't going to come up with something. It had been sitting for four months without an idea. And then I decided to just start writing and it only took me a couple of hours to write and edit. I'm very glad I could finish it and I'm pleased with the ending. Thank you so much! I'm really glad you liked it!

lisavslisa lisavslisa
8/13/18

Thank you for finishing it! I know you said you had writer's block a little bit ago for this story, and I'm so glad you finished it. I loved it, and the ending!

@lilhedgehog74

Thank you for reading it!!! I'm really glad you like it! :)

lisavslisa lisavslisa
8/11/18

I loved this story. Thank you for writing it!

lilhedgehog74 lilhedgehog74
8/11/18

I KNEW HE SENT BATES TO DROP HER OFF FOR A REASON!!! I’m so glad she looked for him after all. It must have took a lot for him to confess everything about him to her. In the epilogue I would love to know what their relationship evolved to orrr maybe WHY Katherine decided to give him another chance.