CEO'S WITCH.

Zayn Crawford stood in his office and he stared out through the glass wall, his office being on the highest floor gave him an outstanding view of the city. With his hands in his pocket, he felt himself relax in the silence of the room, until it was suddenly disrupted by the ringing sound of his phone. He moved closer and peered down at the screen that revealed the name 'The devil herself'.

"What does she want now?" He muttered and walked back to the front of the glass, completely ignoring the call...more like he tried to. The ringing echo filled the room persistently as he tried to find the relaxing feeling he felt a while ago. It was quite impossible with all the buzzing, and waiting for it to end was no use, she calls back again. He groaned and picked the call.

"What..."

"...why aren't you picking your calls?! Don't tell me you're still asleep?!"

His mom's yell pierced through the phone and Zayn winced at the damage she'd done to his ear. He brought the phone back up but putting a distance between it and his ear 'cause he wasn't ready to go deaf at the age of twenty-six.

"I'm not asleep. What'd you want?"

"So you really were ignoring my calls! I see you're trying to pick up that nasty character from your dad but I'll tell you it won't snatch you a wife. Are you seriously trying to live in this world alone without showing me my grandkids? People your age are freaking out there making their parents happy with cute little grandkids but you just have to be an asshole and chase off every – single – lady that comes your way. I have sent you six different secretaries now but your smartass didn't think of making one of them yours! Do you really have to be as gullible as your father?! When will you grow up and..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he was getting tired of hearing her nag all the time. He remembered all six secretaries she had sent were not giving him the result he wanted, sometimes they would mess up his schedule and make him miss important meetings, some were never on time, and one even had the nerve to give herself a whole week break without his content. He wanted someone hardworking and they just weren't it. He started to think she was focusing more on setting him up than getting work done, even if he did find someone he like, it wouldn't last.

Not with his current situation at hand.

He rolled his eyes and lowered the phone to place it on the table for her to rant on but he flinched when he heard her say.

"If you put your phone down and leave me to keep talking, I swear I will book a flight this instant, come over there, and beat your ass up. Pick up the damn phone"

Zayn couldn't hide his surprised look as his head turned from one corner to the other, he couldn't help the thought that she'd installed a camera somewhere around him. What actually frightened him was the fact she could actually book a flight instantly and the last thing he wanted was to see her face.

"Look. I told you to call me only when you have important things to say and this isn't important. I have a meeting soon, do you really want me to be late?" He said knowing she would let him go if there was something work related.

"... alright fine, but I'm not done with you"

"You always say that."

She scoffed and said "look at you trying to act all grown up when you can't even snag yourself a wife. Who exactly did you get this attitude from?"

He couldn't believe she was actually asking. It was pretty obvious.

"Anyway, I told you I don't need a secretary. I can handle things just fine on my own."

"It's too late for that. If you had picked up my calls yesterday perhaps things would've been different."

"What'd you mean?" He asked suspiciously as he knew she'd done something again. He heard a gentle knock on his door and his head spun around to see the door open. The red suit with the exceptional golden pin with a star on the left chest pocket caught Zayn's eyes and he looked down at himself.

It was their company product and the same as what he had on.

It was a limited edition they had produced. Just three of it's design was made. He had one and two others were sent out. Who knew he would get to see another with the same exquisite taste. He thought the other person actually appeared quite decent and appealing in it, then he looked up at the face of his imitator and he froze.

He could immediately recognize the beauty mark next to the alluring pair of Sapphire green eyes. The curly brown hair and the soft feel it had to it remained in his head like he had just touched it a minute ago...

...but its been nine years.

Time seemed to stop in the silent room as the two stared at each other.

"Anyway, I got you a new secretary."

Zayn blinked as he had forgotten he was still on the phone with her, then her words sunk in and he said

"What?!"

"You wouldn't be so surprised if you had picked up the phone last night. I was calling to tell you I got you a new Secretary. He should've arrived by now. Don't worry, he's much more capable than the others and I know he wouldn't slack off."

Zayn's head cocked to the side at her words and he glanced at the person in front of the door, he thought he was overthinking things– but then again, he knew she could do it.

"I was so shocked to see him, but I knew he would be the best to work with you." her words confirmed his suspicion and he shut his eyes "He can help me talk some sense into you to get a wife and..."

"I have to go, I'll Call you later." Zayn said abruptly and ended the call before she could say anything else. He slid the phone on the table and placed both hands on it as he let out a huge sigh, having a talk with his mom drained him out a lot, she moved too fast for him and he knew it might be the 'cause of his end. He straightened and looked at the other person in his life that moved too fast for him.

Will Crest, his childhood friend who had suddenly cut off all ties with him and had disappeared without

leaving a trace behind. With no way to contact him, no relatives to get through to, and no clue of his whereabouts, Will managed to stay hidden for nine years. Now Will was right in front of him but he didn't know how to feel anymore, he fell silent for another minute and he exhaled.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Zayn asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think there should be. The director said she was going to let you know that I would be working as

your se..."

"...nine years ago." Zayn cut him off as he felt the sound of Will's voice soften the brimming anger inside him, but he couldn't have that.

First thing first, he needed answers.

"What happened? What made you leave like that?"

It was Will's turn to let out a sigh as he stuck his hand in his pocket. "Look, I'm sorry I left without a word, but it really was nothing. It's all good now."

Zayn scoffed as he felt something explode inside him.

"It was nothing? It was nothing?!" Zayn repeated with furrowed brows "If it was nothing then you would've told me you were moving out. You wouldn't have planned an outing you weren't going to show up for. You would have kept your line active and you would have stayed in contact with me! Do you know how worried I was?!" He could feel his voice raising, and as much as he wanted to stay calm he couldn't. "Nine years Will... Nine years. Where were you? What were you up to? Where you doing okay? Were you even alive? I kept asking myself these questions, I felt I was at fault for not seeing anything different about you before you left and I kept asking myself if that was how little you thought of me that you couldn't even tell me what you were going through."

"I swear I didn't intend to make you..." Will tried to speak but got cut off again.

"Tell me what happened nine years ago." Zayn said firmly as he stared at Will.

He wished Will would talk to him, he didn't want to feel like he wasn't good enough as a friend and a brother, he wanted to get rid of the disgusted feeling that had been stored inside him for the past years.

But what hurt him most was the fact that even as he stared at Will, he couldn't read his composed face. It'd always been that way, and it seems it still remained so. Always hiding his thoughts behind such a look or behind a smile.

"I told you it was nothing." Will replied and once again the room got covered up in silence. Zayn's head hung low and he swallowed as he felt his patience run out.

"So you're gonna be like this till the end? Alright." He said with a nod and pointed at the door, then he growled "Get out!"

"What?" Will's brows furrowed.

"I said get out. I don't want you as my Secretary, I'll get someone else to work for me. We've stayed nine years apart so what's wrong if we add another nine years? Or maybe forever." Zayn said and Will gave him a look like he was saying 'quit acting like a child already'.

"Unfortunately for you, I already made up my mind to work here once I accepted her offer."

"And unfortunately for you I'm firing you. Get- out!"

"You can't fire me 'cause you didn't hire me."

Zayn's brows furrowed "I'm your boss."

"But I thought you didn't want me to work for you?." Will said and Zayn paused as he realized what had just happened. Will flashed him a smirk that exposed his shiny, halo-white teeth and Zayn's head felt hot as he couldn't believe he just thought Will looked hot when he smiled, even as he was trying to play a joke on him when he was being serious. He went around the table and closed up the distance between them in a stride up, and he grabbed Will by the collar as his smile faded off.

"Look Will." He said softly but with his voice still menacing. "I value the work relationship in my company, therefore I won't work with a traitor who can't keep their promise and disappear without a word for nine years. I don't want you anywhere near me, so get the fuck out of my office before you disgust me any further than you already have."

He thought he saw a glimpse of anger on Will's face but he felt he was mistaken, Will wasn't the type to let his emotions show much. Zayn hadn't meant what he said, he was in fact glad to be so close to Will that he felt he was going to hug him, but he couldn't break character. Not after the front he'd pulled.

He stared at Will in the eyes like he could get answers from them, but the unyielding yet seductive pair of green eyes simply stared back at him with his soft-looking lips sealed.

"I get it, you're mad at me." Will said and hung his head "but I suggest you focus more on the issue at hand, you have a meeting in the next four minute." Will raised his head and added quietly "Don't you need to take care of that first?"

Zayn's brows shot up in confusion as he thought Will was simply trying to wiggle his way out, but then Will directed his eyes down as if to say "look". Zayn followed his gaze and he froze as his brain finally processed the throbbing pain between his legs, his bulge stuck out like a sore thumb and his eyes widened. He stepped back, dumbstruck, as he couldn't take his eyes off his pants.

"The meeting today is an important so you have to hurry." Will said and tried to hide his smile "I'll... Wait outside and let you handle that."

He went out of the office, leaving a confused Zayn who couldn't stop staring at his bulge, he slowly raised his hand and touched his pants which made him wince in response, the painful and hard feel of it was real.

"I'm... I'm- hard?" He muttered.

*****

Zayn stared at the tinted glass as he went through a serious mind trouble. He'd just gotten hard, and it wasn't a fluke but a real boner. Anyone would've thought this to be normal...but not him, not after he'd been suffering from erectile dysfunction for nine years. He's never told anyone about it, not even his mom, although, his personal doctor was aware of this but he knew he could trust Kay to keep it a secret. It's been the stain in his relationship these past years and now it suddenly decided to come back to him.

His mind was everywhere as he couldn't make out how to feel about it. He knew his taste in women and how turned on he could get with the sight of a woman's full chest, but the strange thing was the fact that there was no lady in the office, it was empty with nothing but two dudes standing inside it. So what on earth made me get hard? he thought. His mind went to the coffee he had taken before he left, he had just gotten a new brand, could that be the trigger? No. He knew it wasn't it because it was a new brand but it wasn't his first time taking it.

Whatever it was, he couldn't make it out. Now he was late for the meeting because no matter how hard he jacked off, it refused to settle down.

What am I some teenager going through puberty? he thought as he let out a soft sigh.

He looked to his side to see Will focused on the paper in his hand, and wondered how Will had managed to postpone the meeting. He was meeting up with Greg Forger, and he knew just how strict he was about business and being tidy. So it was quite commendable that Will had managed to get him out of the mess.

He paused as he realized he had just praised Will in his head and this made him frown. He was still mad at him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Zayn asked and Will looked at him like the answer was pretty obvious.

"Going through your schedule."

"Get out."

"It's a moving car, if I get out I'll die," Will replied as he went back to reading his schedule.

"I never agreed to work with you."

"I'll keep that in mind," Will nodded as he stared at the list in his hand. "You don't have much lined up for today. After this, you have another conference meeting, then you have some paperwork that needs your approval, then you have lunch with..."

Zayn stared at Will as he kept rambling.

Will's skin shone with the absence of light in car, and Zayn couldn't help but think Will looked younger and much more handsome. His natural facial structure stuck out attractively just like his coils of leaf-brown hair. With Will wearing his company limited edition his build didn't stand out so much, but he looked dazzling and majestic. Just the result Zayn had envisioned when he'd signed for the product to be produced.

He stared back out the tinted glass and he let out a sigh, it seems he'd been needlessly worried about Will for the past nine years. He looks well off so why on earth would he want to work as a secretary?, Zayn thought.

"What do you say we grab a drink afterward?"

Zayn's ears perked up as he looked back at Will who awaited his reply. He loved the sound of that, but then he remembered he'd quit drinking because of his manhood state, but it should be fine now right? he thought.

Pondering over it as he remembered he did get hard earlier, but then he wondered if he should inform Kay first. Kay was his personal doctor and the only one who knew about his current condition. He didn't want to miss out on a drink with Will.

So just one shot won't hurt.

He opened his mouth to talk but stopped when he realized he was letting Will get into his mind again. He wanted answers and he knew he wouldn't get them if he went easy on Will.

"I don't drink," Zayn finally replied and looked away as the car was engulfed in silence once again.

Will was a tough nut to crack, but Zayn knew how to get to him. He was expecting Will to slip up anytime soon. He just has to spill what had happened nine years ago and they could patch things up in an instant.

"Why do you have to be such a big baby about this?" Will said and Zayn's brow shot up.

"What?" he turned to will who now had his back to him.

A big baby?! That's how you're gonna play huh?, Zayn squinted and he turned to the driver.

"Stop the car!" he said and immediately, the car was parked at the side of the road. Will's head turned back confusedly and Zayn spoke "Which is it gonna be? you get out of my car or I do."

Will blinked as he tried to process Zayn's words "You're kidding right?"

Zayn opened the door on his side and got out.

"Hey! you can't be serious right now? do you actually plan to be late after getting the meeting postponed?" Will asked as he stared at Zayn who stood in front of the opened door.

"I don't want to ride in the same car as you. I'll call for another one," he said taking out his phone.

"It's gonna take a while for them to..." Will sighed as he ran his hands through his hair. "Fine. I'll get out."

He shuffled out through the open door and stared at Zayn who made his way back inside the car. He shut the door without a second thought and Will watched the car drive off.

"No way," he muttered as Zayn showed no sign of turning the car around.

Zayn didn't want to be in the same space as Will at the moment 'cause he felt he might punch Will if he kept trying to pass off the last nine years as nothing. He also didn't feel good leaving him alone on the bridge but how could he go back after all that? It would put a stain on his angry show...but it still didn't feel right letting him stay there.

"Sir."

The driver disrupted his thought.

"What is it?" He asked, his tone sounding composed. As angry as he was, he didn't have the policy of getting aggressive with others... especially not good old Newton.

"It seems an accident occurred on this bridge last week. It was quite serious sir."

"What?!" He jumped as he stared at the driver who didn't take his eyes off the road.

"Should I keep going, sir?"

"Turn back."

"Right away sir." He replied almost immediately and Zayn didn't realize the smirk on Newton's face.

As much as Zayn didn't want to be in the same space as Will, he didn't want him to get hurt. The car stopped and Zayn lowered the black tinted glass as he refused to make eye contact with Will. He let out a sigh.

"Get in the front seat," he said but for a moment there was no reaction from Will. He didn't want to look at him 'cause he knew he just might change his mind.

Will finally walked to the front door and got in without uttering a word. The car zoomed off and the rest of the ride was locked in a dead silence that could make one lose their mind.

*****

The meeting went by smoothly as Zayn was able to strike a deal that would definitely raise the stock of his company higher. Driving back to the company in yet another piercing silence, they arrived and Zayn walked in. Will tried to follow suit but was suddenly blocked by the two hefty security that loomed over him. He stepped back, wondering if there was a protocol for staff to go in.

"Excuse me, but I have to go in." He said but they didn't budge an inch. He added, "I'm the new secretary."

"The boss asked us to keep you out." One of them said and Will's brows furrowed.

"He asked you to keep me out?" he said in disbelief and leaned over to see Zayn walking away without so much as a glance back. He opened his mouth to yell out but then he realized they were at the company and it would be bad to get Zayn's image ruined. He sighed.

"Look, the director already agreed to this so I would love it if we save time and..." he said as he made his way forward.

"Step back pal." One of them shoved him a little but his body didn't have enough strength to repel it. He fell back immediately as he lost his footing and his head came crashing down on the floor.

"Ah!" he yelped out and clutched the back of his head.

"Hey, you oka..."

"Hey!" someone yelled from inside and they flinched at the familiar tone. Zayn rushed out and knelt next to Will who still had his hand on his head with a wince. He carefully raised Will's head.

"Let me see," he said in a low tone and reached for the side Will held on to, feeling it with his fingers for a bump or bleeding, but he was okay. He let out a sigh as he glared at the security. His voice was low but furious.

"I told you to keep him out, not kill him!"

"Apologies sir. It wasn't my intention." the security lowered his head. Zayn looked back at Will.

"You okay?" he asked and Will gave him a nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. it was just a minute shock. What on earth do you feed your securities?"

Zayn got up as he clarified that Will was okay. He sighed again and made his way back inside the company. He could hear Will's hurried footsteps behind him and he stopped in his track as he gave Will a confused stare.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked

"huhhh, inside? with you?" he said like it was an obvious answer.

"I still haven't agreed to work with you. Go home," he said and walked away, leaving a very confused Will out in front. Zayn entered the elevator and the door shut closed. He stared at his hand as he remembered the soft feel of Will's hair. It smelt like lavender, just like years ago.

"What the hell am I thinking about?" he mumbled and dropped his hand as the elevator kept moving up the floors. He looked down at his pants as the image of the morning shot back in and he winced. How could that happen? and to make matters worse Will had seen it. "ohmygosh"

He sighed as he placed his forehead on the wall of the elevator. They meet for the first time in nine years and the first thing he shows Will is his dick about to burst out of his pants. Will would tease him for the rest of his life.

The elevator door chimed as he straightened.

"Don't think about it Zayn," he said to himself as he walked out of the elevator.

"Good Morning sir."

"Morning sir."

"Morning."

"Good day sir?"

"Quite splendid," he replied with a smile as the greetings from his employees boomed through the hall. They were all a lively bunch and he loved it, their high spirits kept him on his toes and he didn't want their hard work to go down the drain. He was going to treat them all after work. "Keep up the good work everyone."

"Yes sir!"

He entered his office and sat down in front of his des, wondering if Will had given up and left as he pulled off his suit and hung it on the chair. Pulling open his laptop, a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," he said as his focus on the screen didn't let him notice the brown haired that came in with a smirk.

"Your video conference starts in five minutes, sir,"

His head shot up and he slumped back against the chair. "Who the hell let you in again?"

"The director. I gave her a call," Will waved his phone with a smirk. Zayn knew his mom would be involved in this.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. I just want to work for money." Will shrugged and Zayn scoffs. "What? I need the money." Will defended

"Says the guy wearing a suit worth thousands of dollars."

"That's not important here," Will said but Zayn thought it certainly was. "I wouldn't want to distract you so if you need me I'll be right in front organizing the files brought in today."

Zayn still hadn't agreed to work with Will but he knew even if he declined, the two will still find a way to make him go nuts. He sighed.

"Oh, and–don't worry. I won't tell anyone about what happened earlier. it's completely normal." Will whispered and Zayn's brow shot up in confusion.

"What are you...fuck!" he muttered as he looked away. He could see the satisfied look on Will who turned to leave.

"oh and..."

"...what now?" he shot back and Will stared at him for a moment.

"You really still are a big baby."

"Don't make me come over there."

Will chuckled as he flashed a smile that caught Zayn off guard. "I just wanted to say it's nice seeing you again. I'll be at over at my desk."

With that, the door closed and Zayn was left staring at the space Will had just left. He swallowed and shifted on his chair as a sudden thirst took over him.

He yanked at his tie and stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Something was definitely wrong with him, otherwise he wouldn't yet again have the painful bulge in his pants at the moment.

"Seriously."

He sighed as he tried to direct the problem to the fact that he had been pent up after nine years.

That's all there is to it.

And he was going to get rid of the stress of the past years, tonight.

Entering the bar, he recognized Kay's long blond hair that fell a little over his shoulder. He walked over and took a sit on the empty chair next to him. Kay turned his head as his blue rayed frames met his eyes.

"Why do you look so bleak? you're gonna chase off all the ladies coming at you?" Kay joked and signaled to the bartender "A glass of your most expensive drink. Bill's on him."

He looked at Zayn who had on a look of grimace. "Don't look at me like that, I only got one cause I know you wouldn't drink."

"Are you here to rip me off or help me?"

"Both." Kay said confidently and Zayn let out a sigh. "I got the gist of it over the phone. Here I thought you'd be delighted, but you surely don't look like someone who just got back his basic charm in life."

"Enough jokes here Kay."

A glass of beer was placed in front of Kay.

"Thanks." he said and took a sip of it as he popped his mouth in satisfaction.

He looked back at Zayn who had on a purple white-striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up as they exposed his manly muscles and veins that disappeared inside his sleeves. The expensive gold watch on his hand didn't do his charm any justice. His top two buttons were left undone as a sneak peak of his chest was exposed, it was quite tempting. With his sleek black hair styled back. Kay stared at the well-defined hotness beside him.

"I wonder how you haven't gotten your wife." The words slipped out and Zayn shot him a death stare. "...but look on the bright side, now you can."

"That was really helpful." Zayn said sarcastically and Kay took another sip of his beer.

"Most people don't just get it back. There has to be a trigger, you said you were speaking to an employee when it happened right?"

Zayn went quiet for a moment before he replied "It's Will. I was speaking to Will."

Kay paused the drink halfway to his mouth as the name sounded familiar "Will?... Will... you mean Will as in Will Crest the Will who you lost contact with years ago, that Will?!"

"Can you try not to call his name so much." Zayn's brows squeezed up "Yes, that Will."

Kay placed his cup down and seemed to give something a thought. He let out a mischievous smile and said "I see."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Kay replied as he didn't want to jump into conclusions. He decided to watch and see for the moment as he spoke in a low tone. "Many things could be the cause of this but in your case I could say you were stressed out. It started nine years ago when Will left so your troubles weighed on you but now that he's back..."

He glanced at Zayn who reasoned the rest.

"So you have nothing to be worried about. For now, why don't you put the little one out of its misery and have fun tonight." Kay said and directed Zayn with his eyes to a corner.

Following his gaze, the lady in red caught his eyes. She had her legs crossed and the split on the gown exposed her slender shape. She picked up her glass and flashed him a seductive look, and he could see the corny smile that appeared on her lips before she took a sip from her cup.

"She's been staring at you the whole time. What'd you say?" Kay whispered and he got up.

"Where're you going?" Zayn asked.

"Giving you two some space. Just the way she has her eyes on you is also how I have my eyes on someone." He said with a wink before leaving. Zayn couldn't believe he'd actually trusted a crazy ass like Kay. He watched Kay smoothly slide in with a group of ladies and hadn't noticed someone had pulled up behind him.

"Mind if I join you?" a soft voice spoke from behind and he looked back to meet the lady Kay had shown him. Her red lips caught his attention as he got a whiff of her alluring spray.

"My pleasure," Zayn replied and she flashed him a smile before taking the seat next to him. The sleeveless dress exposed her beautiful neck line and glossy smooth skin. Her dress layered around her chest but it didn't hide her full size and cleavage that made his mouth water.

He liked what he was seeing.

"I hope your friend doesn't mind my disrupting. I just didn't find it adorable to let you sit alone." She spoke as she slid her hair off her shoulder, revealing more of her appeal. The diamond pendant on her neck fell between her chest and he wanted to see it lower some more.

"You don't have to worry about that. He wouldn't want me turning down such a gem like you." He said, flashing her one of his best smile and she giggled, it's sound tickling up his inside.

"You must be a smooth talker."

"I definitely don't outrun you."

She smiled again and her voice softened "I knew you were going to be quite the catch."

Zayn watched her bite her lower lip a little as she lowered her lids seductively and stared right at his heart. Her voice changed into a whisper that made him think he would get hard any second. Her slender fingers

gently traced his hand.

"So...what are your plans for tonight?"

"Nothing..." Zayn said and moved closer to her to whisper "...but I don't mind filling it up with you."

He ran his fingers softly down her arm as he could see a look of satisfaction on her face.

"I know a place nearby." She shrugged and he didn't have to be a professional to understand what she meant.

"Take the lead."

*****

They entered the room lit with the bedside lamp. She turned to him and slowly slid her arms up his chest as the solid feel made her smile. She wrapped her arms over his head as his hands slowly moved to her waist, before carefully trailing up to cup her breast. She bit her lips as he caressed her and a smile took up his face. He loved the soft feel of her breast but he was shocked to notice she didn't have on a bra.

"You're a naughty one aren't you?" he growled and she felt between her legs tingle.

"I simply saved you the trouble."

He felt her nipple and gave it a pinch as she arched forward. His hands slid back down as he felt the curve of her waist, then he slid to the back as he grabbed her plump butt. She let out a soft moan and he smirked.

"You like that?" he whispered and she slid her lips apart.

"More."

He smiled and took her lips for a kiss. Her lips felt soft and hot. He loved the gentle moans that escaped her mouth and he got hungry for more as he swallowed her up. Taking her tongue as she didn't reject him, he pressed her below and rubbed it against him. Reaching for the zip of her dress as he felt impatient, but he wasn't the only one. She fiddled with his buttons and pulled off his shirt just as her cloth dropped to the ground. She broke off the kiss and their hot breaths clashed. Her eyes filled with excitement, she broke off his hands and walked to the bed. Flaunting her naked masterpiece, she laid back on the bed and spread her legs.

"Get over here." She said and Zayn loved how feisty she was.

...but he felt something was wrong.

He moved to bed and got on it as his body loomed over her. His hand traced her legs until it found its way between them. She was dripping wet as she gave him a sexy lip bite look that said she wanted him to take her. He stuck his fingers in and she arched as a loud moan escaped her lips. He moved his fingers as her breast that stuck out pulled him in. He took hold of it as his hand sunk in and his mouth found its way to her nipple that had gone hard. Playing around with his teeth, he sucked on her while still sticking his fingers in. Her sexy moans filled the room and he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled back and reached for his pants as she stared at him hungrily but then a look of confusion spread on her face and he finally noticed what he felt was wrong.

He wasn't hard.

His eyes widened as he stared at his dick dangle. It hadn't felt a bit of the excitement he'd been sucking up.

"Someone's a bit hard to please." She said as she was still in her role of an excited lady who wants to get her ass fucked...but he wasn't. He knew what was really happening, and it was what he was scared of. She pulled him on the bed and got on top.

"I know just the right thing to do." she whispered and slowly went down on him.

Zayn was practically freaking out, he thought it would change after a while...maybe some seconds... or maybe not. He threw his hand over his face and let out a sigh as every form of his excitement drained.

"Sorry. I have to go."

"What? wa-wait, what's wrong? You don't like it?" She asked as he pulled away and got up from the bed.

"No." he said as he pulled her chin up slightly. "You were amazing butterfly, but I just remembered something really important."

He could see the look of dissatisfaction on her face but he couldn't do anything about it. Not when his weakness had come back to hunt him. He got dressed and walked out as he was ready to give Kay a punch across the face. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find Kay. Neither could he find the ladies he sat with and he couldn't get a hold of his line. He went home swearing to punch Kay the next time they meet.

When he got home, the stress of the day seemed to hit him like a stone had been dropped on his head. He took a cup of water and made his way straight up to his bedroom as he just wanted to get back to sleep and get his mind off things, but then he stopped in his track as the door bell rang. He paused and looked back in wonder of who on earth could be at his door so late at night. He walked back down as he knew he hadn't ordered anything. The doorbell ran again and he could feel his irritation rising.

"Hang on!" he yelled as he got to the door and looked at the transmitter to see Will standing out front. He blinked and took a closer look thinking he was mistaken but it was definitely Will. He still had on his suit. He immediately opened the door and Will's face lit up at his appearance.

"Hey." he said with a childish smile

"Don't hey me, how do you know where I live?" Zayn asked.

"I'm your secretary so ofcourse I know where you live," Will replied and squeezed in through the door before Zayn could react.

"Hey! I never told you to come in!" Zayn said as he shut the door behind him and went after Will who kept gawking at the structure of his house.

"Nice complex you've got here. Suitable for a CEO." Will said as he kept glancing around.

"Why are here so late at night. Didn't you head home?" Zayn asked and he flinched at how abruptly Will spun around. They both stared at each other in the eye and Will's gaze softened.

"I was worried about you."

"What?" Zayn said confusedly as he didn't have the strength to put up with any more of his jokes. He gave his head a little scratch and started to walk away "Look Will, I just wanna get some sleep anything else can wait till..."

Will pulled him back and before he could react, their lips came crashing. Zayn shoved him away.

"Dude, the hell?" he rubbed his lips and stared at Will who seemed unfazed by what had just happened.

"Don't rub it off." Will said and Zayn's brow shot up "What the hell is wrong with you? Did you drink?"

"I saw you enter a hotel with that lady?"

Zayn froze in wonder of how he'd seen them, but more importantly, he didn't know why Will was acting the way he was.

"So?" Zayn shot back and Will smirked.

"I bet you couldn't get it up?"

"What?" Zayn growled now as he wondered how Will knew about it. He stepped closer to Zayn who kept retreating until he hit the sofa and fell on the seat as Will stood above him.

"She couldn't get it up for you... but I can."

"What on earth are you blabbering about? You're a guy so why would I get hard for you?..."

"...but you already are." Will said and his eyes went down between Zayn's legs as Zayn followed suit. His eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Hard to believe? let me help you with that.".

Will raised his knee and pressed it against his bulge as a groan escaped his mouth. it was real, the painful yet exciting feel in his crotch. Will slowly rubbed his knee against it and Zayn could feel the twitch that asked for more. He grabbed Will by the shirt as it took all the rationality he had.

"Stop it." Zayn glared but Will didn't look ready to stop any moment soon. He leaned in for a soft kiss and Zayn didn't think the feel of Will's lips could be so soft. He landed another kiss as he stared into his eyes as if to ask for permission. "Do you still want me to stop?"

Zayn stared at the pair of green eyes that stared deep into his soul. He stared at Will's lips as his head was no longer doing the thinking. At this point he didn't care about what he was doing or who he was doing it with, he just wanted to get rid of the throb in his pants. He pulled Will in and his Alarm buzzed off as he opened his eyes to see himself on his bed.

It took him a while to actually decipher what exactly was going on. The cold wet feel in his shorts made his face squeeze into a frown. He sat up, pulled his short open, and he froze at the sight as he finally realized what had happened.

"What the fuck?" he muttered.