3 - Her Again

Zayn's Pov

I got to the office and got busy with work, today I have a meeting with the marketing team of the company, I needed to see records of what has been achieved for last month.

But as I interviewed the people applying for a position in my company, I couldn't stop the random thoughts of the girl from the club from invading my mind and that is very much unlike me. It's been a week and I can still remember the feel of her skin against my palm, it felt like silk, well lotioned. Her intoxicating scent of caramel-laced vanilla bean interwined with warm amber and cinnamon had drawn me to her like metal to a magnet. She had danced with grace and ease, and for someone who hasn't been to the club in over four years, dare I say it was worth it, as my morning had started awfully on that very morning.

FLASHBACK

I woke up at 4am, my eyes lingering on the clock for a minute. I rolled over to my sides I stretched my arms out, wanting to cuddle my wife but I was met with an empty space. I stared at her side of the bed, it was wrinkle free and cold, I swallowed hard at a realization. She didn't come home last night. I have tried to tell myself not to be an insecure man and not to overthink things as Freya is a really busy woman but things are beginning to spiral down. Fast.

She has kept this habit of sleeping out for the past three years, she always says work is hectic, but I run multiple companies and still make out time for her. I don't know what went wrong but I sure as hell have given our marriage my best shot and I've also given her enough grace.

I walked into the bathroom, the sensor lights coming on as I walked in. I brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. I walked into the closet I shared with my wife, my eyes lingering on her collection for a while. I picked out an outfit for the gym. I have an at home gym but today I felt like jogging round the estate and stopping by a gym while at it.

I inserted my airpods in and clicked on a podcast as I walked out of the house which was still very quiet as most people were still sleeping except for the security guards who were already on duty. I jogged and did my morning excerise and was back at the house by 5:30am.

I opened my bedroom door, hoping and silently praying my wife will be back but trying not to dwell so much on my thought about her. The room was empty. I had my showered and got dressed for work in a pair of black suit. My fragrance of the day was Tom Ford - Oud Wood Intense perfume.

I walked downstairs and my legs were tackled by two balls of black hair.

"Daddy I want pancakes."

"Daddy is where is mummy?"

They both asked simultaneously.

"Okay pal, one at a time."

"Ladies first." Kamrin the older twin said, allowing his sister to take the lead.

"Daddy, where is mummy?" Her little lips form a cute pout.

"She left early for work sweatheart, she will be back before you know it." I lied.

"My turn." I looked at kamrin "yes kamrin, your turn."

"I want pancakes for breakfast, with lots of syrup." Always a foodie. The blue eyes he shared with his identical twin shimmered as he made his breakfast request known.

"Whatever you want my lord." Kamrin chuckled slightly, his dimples popping.

"And what does my princess want for breakfast?"

She shrug her tiny shoulders,"I will have whatever Kamrin is having."

That settles it then. I led the twins to the kitchen where I help them sit on the island stool. I tied an apron around my waist in order not to stain my clothes and began wipping the pancake mix. Less than twenty minutes later, breakfast was ready. I drippled Kamrin's pancakes in extra syrup as he had requested for. There will be no candy for him this week.

I made sure the kids were okay, and under the care of the in-house nanny before leaving for work.

I stepped out of my Rolls Royce Pathon as the driver came to a stop on my designated area of the car park, workers scrambled around as they knew it's against my ethics to get to the meeting hall before them.

My secretary grabbed my files from the car as we made our way to the first meeting for the day which was a meeting with the 'Nexusphere Technologies Inc'. I took my personal elevator to the fifteenth floor where the meeting was to be held.

My PA scrambled to keep up with me, her heels making her movement not so easy. A security guard pulled the door opened and I walked in. All seated persons stood to their feet to acknowledge my presence. My eyes assessed Mr Colt, founder of Nexusphere Technologies. He and his team stood by the right side of the table, while my team stood by the left.

"Please sit." I definitely am feeling cranky today. I sat down on the biggest seat by the front of the table and signaled for the meeting to start. A young man who looked to be in his late twenties stood to his feet, he adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, he was nervous. He's the representative for the Nexusphere company. He began a smooth presentation, diving into what we stand to benefit if we should partner with them for a stipulated period and also on the product marketing strategy. He definitely had my attention though I kept a neutral expression.

"So what's the company's percentage?" I asked as he concluded his presentation.

"Your company gets a thirty percent cut sir, and with the high demand for our products, great marketing strategy from your company and from my stipulated calculations, you should earn nothing less than $200,000 monthly as a thirty percent payment."

"Forty."

"Excuse me sir." The young man genuinely looked lost

"Forty percent or nothing."

A few grumble came from the other groups, they talked, more like murmured to each other as they went over the bargain. Mr Colt nodded at the presenter.

"Forty percent is it then, we are very honored to be working......"

I stood to my feet not bothering to listen to his speech of appreciation.

"I will have my team draw out a contract and have them sent over to you." I was out the door before he could come up with a response. I have had a not so smooth morning at home and I needed to be alone in my office. I buried myself in paper works, attending other meetings, signing contracts and soon lost track of time.

The door to my office was abruptly opened, I looked away from my laptop to see Louis by the door, the length of his body slanted against it.

"I thought you dropped the habit of sleeping at the office after you got married?"

I looked through the window and it was dark outside. My staffs knew I had no problem spending the night at the office, hence the reason why I wasn't disturbed or informed about it being late outside.

"I lost track of time." I replied, shutting down my laptop. I thought about my wife and if she's back home. My jaw tightened at the thought of her not being home.

"What's going on Zayn?, You look lost in your thoughts."

Nah, it's nothing, man. Just work stuff," his look made me know he could tell I was lying but he didn't press on it. I guess six years of friendship teaches you how to deal with each other.

"Let's go to a club." He blurted out.

"I don't feel like it right now."

"When have you ever felt like it, come on man, you will enjoy it, and the bills are on me, we don't want to live a dent on your account now do we?"

I let out a stream of laughter at that, heavens knows it's going to take a lot to put a dent on my account, a lot, a lot.

"I know a nice place off town, let's go. And you are driving."

"My driver is downstairs moron."

Louis gave the driver our location, and he punched it into his GPS before taking off. The drive was a silent one, with very minimal conversation, as I busied myself with my phone. My eyebrows furrowed as I took in the neighborhood; dirt was dumped at the side of the road, and the shabbily constructed buildings painted the picture of what I might describe as a shantytown. Louis' decision to bring me to the slum was beyond me, but I'm not complaining either.

We stopped at the front of a club. My Rolls Royce Pathon looked out of place, parked amongst old cars and models. We walked into the club and I quickly located a seat by the bartender, leaving Louis by the door as he was surrounded by two girls who already had their hands on him.

"Two shots of tequila." I said. The bartender nodded and began preparing my drink. My eyes wandered around the club, the multicolored lights both illuminating and dimming the club.

"Here you go, sir." the bartender said, handing me my drink.

I downed both shots and ordered a glass of long Island iced tea. The bartender quickly served my drink, and I made a mental note to tip him generously.

Another set of strippers came on stage, and my eyes stayed glued to the girl in the middle. She held the dance pole and effortlessly worked her way around it, graceful and with precision. Her black wavy hair swayed with each move she made. She had a sleeve of tattoos, and another small tattoo adorned her thighs, she wasn't too skinny, and she wasn't thick either, she had the right amount of curves and just a handful of boobs. I pulled my phone out of my pants pocket and subtly took pictures of her.

END OF FLASHBACK.

I had found myself captivated by the girl as she danced, who is she and why am I thinking of her when I have a wife and family.

I groan, running my hair through my hair(a habit that I have got to stop). I picked up my phone and called Ultra as my PA walked out to call in the next person scheduled for an interview.

"Good morning boss."

"I need you to look into something, or should I say someone for me, I will send you a picture of her and I need all the details you can get on her."

"Yes Sir." I ended the call and browsed through my phone gallery. I stared at her picture, my thumb hovering on the send button.

Was I really about to stalk a girl I met at the club, shouldn't that be illegal. It's bad enough that I have a picture of her and I am also married. I put my phone down, discarding the thought of sending her pictures to Ultra.

But that wasn't the only reason why I didn't send the pictures, I felt possessive and wasn't about to send a picture of her in a one piece attire to another male.

"Damn you Zayn." I muttered underneath my breath.

I stared at the picture on my desk, it's one of my favorite pictures of Freya and I. I had planned a get away trip for the both of us and she was sitted in the yatch with the wind blowing against her hair. I looked away from the picture as the next person walked into my office and I was met with the gaze of the girl from the club, the one whose body I can't seem to get off my mind.