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Crissle believed she wasn't made for periods.

Mother Nature created this thing that she could not handle every month. She was dramatic with it, as she always was with anything slight.

Cramps weren't even bad. The hormones, however, overpowered the bleeding and the mood swings.

Ever girl's time of the month was different, but Crissle's was out of the ordinary. She was extremely hormonal with barely any heavy flow whatsoever. She just...she was always horny and emotional.

And it was worse because her and Zayn were on good terms for a month or so now and they still hadn't had sex yet.

Why? Crissle thought Zayn just felt really bad about the whole thing -- calling her dumb and whatnot -- but she was over it. Like, really, she was fine, and he reassured her almost everyday that he was sorry and she wasn't stupid.

Crissle slipped on a pair of leggings and a crop top. She put on floor length cardigan -- her favorite -- and all white shoes. She did not care, she was going to work just like this.

🐯 are you okay? need the day off?

🐣 no I'm coming

🐯 be safe babe

Crissle snatched her car keys off the table and walked out of her apartment.

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Not only did Zayn know when it was her time of the month, but so did the whole office. Every floor knew and could tell.

Crissle didn't dress up as much when she was going through the motions, she also didn't smile as much and she'd cry out of nowhere for no reason whatsoever.

She sat at her desk, staring at her emails and twirling her now curly hair around her fingers absentmindedly. Sometimes she'd sweat, sometimes she'd shiver.

And it was worse because Olivia was here.

"Do you need anything--"

"Nope."

"Can I--"

"Nope."

"Crissle--"

"Yes, Olivia," Crissle smiled sarcastically, "are you going to ask if I need anything else? I don't need anything and I don't need you. I'm fine," Crissle got up and walked towards the break room, ignoring when people made it their mission to move out of her way. She opened the refrigerator and looked for something to eat.

"There's no food!" she shouted, sinking to the ground and letting the stupid tears fall down her face, "all I ask is for food and there is none."

"Would you like something to eat?"

Olivia was pushing it, but Crissle was too hungry and too sad at the moment.

"Please," Crissle pouted, "Subway. The usual, but I want two," she fished out her credit card and handed it to Olivia, "you can get whatever you want. Sorry."

"Um...okay?" Olivia took the card, "I'll be right back."

"I hope so," Crissle grumbled.

"Hey, Liv. Crissle, what are you doing?"

"Can't you see?" she gestured to the open refrigerator, "I need food, and there's no food."

"Come on," Andrea dragged her to her office, shutting the door behind them. Crissle sat on her desk, her tears still streaming down her face.

"I know you're very emotional right now, but you can tell me anything. How are you feeling--"

"I just want to fuck."

"...okay."

"Like, hard."

"Well, you can't--"

"Zayn won't let me. And it's not because I'm on my period, it's because he hates me."

"Really? How do you know?"

"He texted me today and there was no heart at the end," Crissle cried harder, covering her face with her hands.

"Does he usually do that?"

"No, but I wanted a heart!"

"Crissle get your shit together."

"I just wanna," she looked down, "I wanna have sex so bad, man. I can't even look at him and not want to fuck his brains out. I wanna feel it in my guts, so bad. Andrea!"

"You're a horny little woman, Sinclair," she laughed, "how many more days?"

"Two."

"Then you'll get your wish," her phone rang and she quickly answered it, "Welcome, to Malik by Zayn -- yes. Yep, right here," she looked at Crissle, "okay, bye," she hung up and walked to the door, "your mans wants to see you."

"No--"

"Crissle, go."

"No."

"Criss--"

"Fine," she shouted in exasperation, "but if I end up on my knees in front of him it's your fault," Crissle shut the door behind her and strolled into Zayn's office, not bothering to knock as usual.

"Crissle, come here," Zayn sighed when she didn't move, "baby--"

"No," she whined, stomping over to Zayn and sitting on his desk, "stop calling me names, I hate it."

"Okay, okay," he chanted, looking up at her. He was so irresistible, "what's wrong?"

"I just wanna have sex and I can't," she blurted, "I...ugh."

Zayn chuckled. "You'll be fine. Wait a while--"

"I want to feel it in my guts."

"Criss--"

"I've been waiting for a long fucking time and you still didn't give me anything," she snapped, "I thought you'd see the signs."

"Huh?"

"Really? You didn't notice?"

"No?"

Crissle screeched. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..."

"I know. Chill, chill, chill," he held her waist and moved her so she straddled his lap, "I'm not making this better, am I?"

"No, nigga. Get off--"

"I'm gonna give you a massage."

"What?"

"I know you're hurting, so let me make it better," he smiled, "what hurts?"

He already knew what it was, so Crissle wasn't surprised when Zayn's hands creeped under her shirt and held her breasts in his hands. Zayn looked at her before his fingers moved around and Crissle closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned when his palms skimmed over her nipples.

"Shh, baby," he kissed her cheeks.

Crissle was halfway asleep when someone knocked on the door. She stayed put, and so did Zayn.

"Criss -- oh," Olivia's voice sounded thought the office, "I have her lunch."

"Just set it here, thanks," Zayn whispered, "can you do me a favor, Olivia?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I'm gonna need you to be an actual assistant for the next few hours. Take Crissle's place and remember what she told you, okay? If you need help ask Andrea in accounting."

"Yes, sir--"

"I'm counting on you."

"Okay, okay," she chirped, closing the door. Zayn sighed.

"Crissle, your food is here."

She moaned, sitting up finally. Zayn let go of her and watched her move so she could sit at the desk also. "I'm so hungry," she slurred from her almost sleepy state.

"Do you feel better?" he asked sincerely.

"Mhm," she bit into her sandwich, "so much better. Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you, baby."

"Except fuck me," she stated, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Not when it can result in bloodshed."

She snorted.

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