Novel & Cerita Pillowtalk Lyrics Zayn

I yell at him in my mind Like a magic trick, I watch Zayn walk out of my restaurant. He's holding a phone to his ear and he's talking about some business deal... “I'll give you seven hundred and fifty for it, no more..." His eyes lands on mine and I suck in breath. “Hold on man, I'll call you back." He slips his phone in his pocket and I don't think he ended the call, the other person in the other enf of the line would have to end it.

Zayn said after disengaging from me and I was stunned, how did he know what I was thinking? “You said it out loud,” he added. Fuck!!! I thought I said it in my head? My hands flew to my mouth and my eyes opened wide in horror which made zayn to laugh before he began to unbutton his shirt. “What are you doing?” A little laugh escaped his throat, “Don’t be a pervert Ayita, I want to take my shower and you are obviously very tired” he moved closer to me and whispered, “even if I badly want to eat you up tonight, I am still a considerate man”

Zayn continues talking with them for the next few minutes, and Laila says that it will be wonderful to continue cooking, as it is her passion. "So, let's not talk about this subject anymore. You can keep cooking, but you won't serve the table; you'll sit with us. I hired a lady who will take your place; she's Pedro's wife." "That's great; I really like her." Minutes later, Zayn goes to the room and upon entering, he hears Morgana's beautiful voice singing in English. His previously worried expression softens as he joins his desert flower in the bathroom. He takes off his tunic and turban, and in the corner of the room, he feels something move, quickly looking to the side. He furrows his brow

As for the menacing Zayn, his body turned into jelly and almost knelt down. This voice. How could it be this voice? Even if he turned into ashes, even if he died, he would never forget this voice. Because the owner of this voice was the source of his nightmares... “Zayn Lewis, you really are something, aren’t you? Did you just flirt with me?” Yvonne clenched her white teeth. The next second, she strode out with her long legs.

“Mm-hmm! I will keep my word.” “Then I order you to go to bed now. You have to turn in early, then only you can get up early tomorrow,” said Zayn. “Alright. Bye-bye, Zayn. Love you!” Tessa was still being lovey-dovey when she was going to hang up the call soon. However, Zayn loved her being lovey-dovey. Zayn, who had been lonely for a very long time, could then have sweet dreams then.

Mum will never listen to simple instruction- what if I couldn't get Flora tomorrow? Damn! I need to act fast. I need to do something. Zayn POV It's pitch-dark, not even a tiny ray of light. But I can hear people chatter happily. Who are they? And where am I? I let my mind traveled to the previous incident and everything came replaying in my head. “Let me out of the car before you drive yourself to death” “We're dying together Zayn” “You think this is some sort of joke?” “Violet!”

She was mesmerizing. “Dance with me…” she whispered, and I blinked as she pulled me closer and settled my hands on her ass. The song changed to Pillowtalk by Zayn and I could barely breathe as the lights dimmed down, and she smiled up at me before starting to sway against my body. I wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my face in her hair as she danced like there was no tomorrow, her ass brushing against my cock and making it impossible for me to think straight. I whirled her around, breathless and needy and Ivy mirrored my expression, her eyes dark as moved as close to me as was possible. Right at that moment, it was just us there. Just her and me. No crowd. No, nothing.

Zayn closed the door, dropped the groceries, and bent down to carry Faye upstairs. “Hey, what are you doing? I wasn’t done with the TV yet!” Faye complained shyly with two harmless punches on Zayn’s chest. She knew why he was in such a hurry as she was no longer the innocent girl she was now. To be honest, she looked forward to it as well. Zayn vocalized seriously, “Honey, I’ve been poisoned. You’re my antidote!” “You’re sooo cheesy…” Faye blushed, but her expression froze when she caught a whiff of another woman's perfume on Zayn. “Zayn, who were you with just now?”

"Oh shut up! You wanted to fvck me, didn't you? you wooed me and-- We both enjoyed it, so suck it up. I guess I'm glad I got you by the leg once again.." Zayn's brows furrowed, not understanding what she meant by that. "I'm not pregnant. I was only giving out motivation which now seems to have bounced back" "What?"

“We do tonight.” Zyran pushed off the door frame and walked to my bed again, grabbing my pillow and smelling it like an absolute psychopath. “Smells like you. I’m keeping it.” “You put that pillow down or I...” “You what?” Zaiden interrupted, stepping closer with a slow, dangerous grin. “Zap us? Bite us? Kiss one of us again by accident?” “THAT KISS WAS NOT...” “Sure, love. Sure.” I was so close to combusting. “I WILL RUN. I SWEAR... I WILL RUN INTO THE FOREST AND...”