A/N: Listen to Suit and Tie by JT for this chapter. I swear you won't be disappointed. I know I wasn't.

The nest week and a half was strange. I was fed three times a day and left alone for the most part. I didn’t see Zayn for one second. He was always at work and then when he came home, I could hear him from my room and then he would disappear before I was able to get to see him. 

It was a strange predicament. I was brought here to service him and he hasn’t been interested at all. I mean, it was nice to just be by myself and not worry about the calls coming in every hour from Louis. I also enjoyed the time for recuperating. My bruises had faded into this sickly yellow color, but at least they were healing. Plus, my wrist was feeling a lot better. 

I was sitting by the pool again with my feet dipped into the water. John wasn’t working that day since it was the weekend, so it was just me, the sun, and a magazine I picked up  from the living room coffee table. I flipped through it, reading about all the celebrity drama. It was actually quite boring. There was baby drama and divorces going on. Some chick went crazy and of course the paparazzi got all of it on camera. 

I sighed, putting the magazine down next to me. It was so nice outside and I swore I was getting a tan, which was a shocker to me. From what I knew, I was mostly Irish and that meant that I should just burn. but I was browning up pretty well. I decided to take my shirt off to even it out and not look like some farmer. It was relaxing here, but I was getting bored. 

I asked Charles the other day what Zayn was up to. He just mentioned something about Zayn being busy with work and some new deal. I should have expected Zayn to be busy most of the time. After all he lived in a place like this and drove a fancy car. Hell, he paid thirty thousand dollars just to have me for the month. 

After a while, my feet started to feel like they were pruned up, so I decided to leave the pool behind. I dried my feet and stretched my arms up into the air. I only had a dull pain from the bruise on my side. I was basically alone in the house, with Charles out getting groceries for the house. I figured it was time to explore. I had only been in five of the millions of rooms: my own, the bathroom, the kitchen and living room and then the theater. There was so much more to this house and I was determined to use my free time and figure out where everything was.

I tried upstairs first where most of the bedrooms were. The first two doors were my room and then the bathroom. I saw Charles coming in and out of the next door most of the time, so I assumed that the room was his. I peaked inside and saw a simple room set up with a few picture frames here and there of Charles and what looked like grand kids. I shut the door and moved on. 

I loved walking down the hallway with my bare feet. There was this shag rug on the carpet that was possibly the softest things I had ever had my feet on. I could pace the hallway for hours and be perfectly fine with it. I passed a library and then  another bathroom. The last room was at the very end of the hall and I bet it had an entire wall of windows in it. I rested my hand on the doorknob and took in a deep breath. This had to be Zayn’s room. I let out my breath and pushed the door open and was speechless about the room. 

I was right about an entire wall of windows. They were tinted to keep anyone from looking in, but they didn’t obscure the look down the mountain and into the valley where the city was. Zayn’s bed was against the left side of the room and his bedding looked as though it was made by the gods. It was a deep purple, almost black satin covering with a large white, fur throw at the end of the bed. His dressers and night stands were white as well, keeping up with the clean look. I wandered into the room and touched just about everything. 

This room was amazing, and it felt completely like Zayn, dark, mysterious and powerful. I got a little sneakier the more I was in the room. I opened up his drawers, finding neatly placed clothing. When I opened up the last drawer, though, I was shocked to see some items that I didn’t think Zayn would have. There were hand cuffs and flavored lube. A few sex toys and other things. I chuckled, knowing that I could use these to my advantage if Zayn ever brought me into his room. Then we would finally be able to go all the way. The past couple interrupted times have made me anxious. I think I may have j.erked off more times than I could count. 

I left the drawer behind and walked over to Zayn’s closet. Inside there were suits everywhere. Some were brightly colored and then there were a lot of black suits. No wonder Zayn looked good all the time, he had every combination possible. One suit caught my eye. It was dark blue and felt nice between my finger tips. I kind of got lost inside the closet, admiring all the colors and fabrics. 

“Why don’t you try that one on?” I asked asked from behind. I turned quickly and saw Zayn standing there, his jacket slung over his shoulder and his tie loosened again. 

“Oh, I- I’m sorry for coming in here. I was just- Oh, crap.” I let my head fall down as I apologized to Zayn for intruding on his privacy. He just laughed and walked past me, grabbing the suit I was looking at. 

“It’s okay. I have been a bad host these past days. You must have been bored.”

“No, I wasn’t. I was just-“

“Go on, try it on.” He handed me the suit. “It may be a bit larger on you, but let’s see how it goes.” I took it and stared at the expensive looking suit. Zayn looked at me expectantly, taking a step back and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well? Go on.” He nodded at me. 

“R-right now?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?” Zayn wandered over to his bed and sat down, placing his hands on either side of him on the bed. “Go on.” He nodded at me again. I turned towards the closet, hanging the suit up on the hook for the moment. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head slowly. I could hear Zayn laugh slightly behind me. I smirked, deciding to make this a little more interesting. 

“So, Zayn.” I said in my sexiest voice I could muster. “What kind of work do you do?” Not only was this a moment to show my stuff, but it was a moment to learn a little more about Zayn. I turned towards him, throwing my shirt to the ground. I saw his Adam’s apple move as he gulped. 

“I own a business called Malik Global Communications.” He pulled his tie from around his neck and dropped it to the floor. 

“And what does your business do?” I moved onto the next article of clothing, not before running my fingers through my hair and stretching a bit. Zayn gulped again and this time he moved a bit on the bed, spreading his legs apart slightly. 

“We-“ He licked his lips. “We set up schools and communication for schools in third world countries.” He leaned back as I worked with the button of my shorts. I wasn’t expecting an answer like that. Zayn was helping the world with education and technology. He really was a great guy and nothing like the other business guys in the city, like Liam, who owned the real-estate and ran a drug business. 

“That’s amazing.” I breathed out. 

“Y-yeah. It is.” Zayn’s face was getting red as I slipped my shorts off, taking my briefs with them. I wasn’t going to hide it, but I was already half hardened and my nerves were on fire. “Uh, Niall.” Zayn cleared his throat and then pointed out the obvious to me. 

“Oh, heh. Sorry.” I played with him, giggling slightly and trying to cover myself, but that wasn’t my end goal. I sauntered over to him slowly, swaying my thin hips along the way. 

“N-Niall.” Zayn said in a half warning voice. 

“What? Isn’t this what you paid for?” I practically whispered into his ear as I climbed onto his lap, completely naked while he was clothed. “You can do anything you want to me. Am I not good enough for you?” I licked the lobe of his ear and he shivered under my touch. “Hmm?”

“No, you're perfect. God, you’re so perfect.” Zayn’s hand made contact with my skin, holding my hips like he did in the hot tub a week and a half ago. He kissed my lips roughly and swung me over to the side so that he could get on top of me. 

“Go ahead.” I practically begged him. “Please just f.uck me.” I opened my legs for him and managed to get a hold of his belt. I unbuckled him quickly, popping open his pants. This was the third time I had seen him and I was still shocked at his size. “Use me. I’m yours.” I slipped a hand down myself and started to play with myself. Zayn was panting over top of me, his e.rection growing inside his pants and dangerously close to popping out. Though, that’s what I wanted. “Take what you paid for.” I begged, talking dirty into his ear. But I think that was the point at which he pulled away. 

“Please don’t say that.” He sat back on the bed, his e.rection softening. “Don’t ever say that.” I was confused because Zayn knew I was a prostitute, he paid for me for the month. He knew that he paid for sex. Why wasn’t he using me for that? And why was he getting upset about me stating the obvious? “J-just go.” He told me, pulling his clothes back on and then picking up mine from the floor. “Go take a shower. Eat something. I don’t care. Just go.” 

I gathered my clothes and left the room in a hurry. I ran back to my room and shut the door behind me. I groaned, letting my back hit the door and sliding down the surface until I was sitting on the ground. This was so frustrating. I needed to do my job, but Zayn was against it. 

If he didn't want me for sex, then what the hell did he want me for?

A/N: AWE SNAP. Well, I updated again. I just had this sudden inspiration today. Tell me what you guys think about this chapter! I love it so much more than the last one. Please vote and comment!

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Jachxx