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"Cris," her very sensual and adventurous dream was interrupted by her man singing her name as he entered the bedroom.

She sat up, the marks on her face hypothesized by a good ass nap. "What is this?"

"Breakfast," he answered with a smile, setting the tray in her lap, "for my lady."

Crissle grinned sleepily, staring at his bare chest. "You didn't have to do this, Zayn."

He gave her a look. "You don't know what day it is, do you?"

She stared at him in confusion then turned her head to her phone, which had the date on the lockscreen. "The fourteenth."

"Of what?" he pressed.

"...February," she cursed, her back hitting the bed once again as Zayn let out a small chuckle. Crissle tended to forget a lot of things that didn't have anything to do with work. She was an outstanding assistant and very professional in the workplace but outside of the corporate world, she didn't give a fuck. "I forgot, oh my God--"

"Ditz," he sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders, "you're so lucky I have nothing planned for today."

"Really?" she bit into her waffle.

"Honestly."

"That's what you said before and then this ring ended up on my finger," she grimaced playfully while he just rolled his eyes.

Crissle and Zayn, no longer boyfriend and girlfriend, but soon to be husband and wife, got engaged just a few months ago. Zayn wasn't thinking at all when he did it, just deciding on buying a ring that same day and putting it on her finger. He told her how he liked how it looked and he loved how it was on her finger because of him. Crissle, being who she was decided to keep it and even joked about getting married but honestly, Zayn was lowkey a sentimental little nigga and just got on one knee -- RIGHT IN THE FUCKING STORE -- and proposed to her on the spot.

She cried for at least three minutes before saying yes and kissing his face all over.

The next day, they thought it over and realized how fast they were going. Maybe it wasn't that fast but being that it was only a little over two years into their relationship, they were in no rush to get married and start a family.

Well, Crissle's mom would love some grand babies.

Zayn was chill, sometimes surprising her for dates and sometimes getting quickies in the office. Along with a little loving and tenderness and terms of endearment here and there.

Perfect.

Although, Zayn was somehow still Zayn. An asshole and an insensitive prick that sometimes Crissle had to slap silly. Zayn would always be Zayn, even if he was way better than two years ago.

But she loved him nonetheless.

"Okay, that was one time," Zayn corrected with a huff, "you didn't say no."

"Because I love you, ya dirty bum," she burped when finishing off her orange juice, "breakfast was lit, babe."

"Thank you, Crissy," Zayn kissed her cheek and grinned, "we sorta still need to go to work, sorry."

"I know, it's gonna be a busy day."

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"Liv!"

"Yellow?" she popped her head into Crissle's office and smiled.

"Do you have files on the UK stores?"

"Which ones?" she walked further in the office and stood at Crissle's small desk.

"The one in Wolverhampton."

"Be right back," she walked out just as Zayn entered.

"'Sup, Liv? Beb," he smiled, sitting on her desk, "do you like this?"

"Ehm," she leaned back in her seat and scanned the room. It was very much her, fitting the theme of the new office by Zayn's brand. It was the same building, just, Zayn renovated it -- just like he did all of his buildings now -- to represent him and what he did. Artsy Fartsy. Plenty of chalkboard walls and paints and even more casual days than the average corporation. He was happier and so was the rest of the staff.

"I have to get used to it," she shrugged, "weird. Having an office. I'm just a PA."

"Yeah, but my PA," he rolled his beautiful brown eyes and licked his beautiful bottom lip, "they deserve the best."

"Mhm."

"So does my girl," he smiled, thumping her nose.

"I love you," she sang randomly, something they both did often when walking around the office. It had become pretty obvious the two were together now, as it was before, when they were just messing around.

"I love you--"

"Crissle this is litty," Andrea walked in unannounced, looking around the room in awe, "now I have yet another reason--"

"To not do your work?"

"--to visit my best friend," she playfully said through her teeth, "Zayn, you're a nuisance as always."

"Leave my nuisance alone," Crissle pouted.

"Criss, I can't find the Wolverhampton files," Olivia came back, flipping her hair behind her.

"What, really?" she went to a file cabinet and searched through the W's, "I'm an idiot. I gave them to myself."

"Okay, because I thought I lost 'em," Olivia breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the door, "then I'd have to make up some numbers and call people and maybe cry my eyes out and hope I don't get fired--"

"Calm down, Liv. What did the doctor tell you?" Crissle raised an eyebrow.

Olivia had anxiety, that much was true. She over thought and hyperventilated herself into an anxiety attack last year over the printer not having enough ink for a meeting full of impatient and burly men. She tried to hard to impress everyone and pushed herself to the limit, worrying about keeping a job that was just for her and her only. Crissle worried about it sometimes, but she was fine.

"I'm fine."

"Go sit down, I got this, okay?"

"Sure?"

"Positive," Crissle smiled brightly.

"Okay," she closed the door behind her and Crissle sighed.

"Andrea," Zayn grinned, "go do some fucking work."

"Zayn, eat my ass," she huffed and walked out also.

"Zayn," Crissle giggled, "stop kicking my friends out of my office."

"That sounded so sexy. Do it again."

She stood, standing closer to him so her lips touched his. "Mr. Malik--"

"I like where this is going."

"--get back to work," she muttered, staring into his eyes, "because you," she kissed him, "have a meeting in forty minutes--"

"We."

"--HAVE A MEETING IN FORTY MINUTES AND WE CAN'T BE LATE," she playfully yelled, kissing him deeper, "now leave my office or feel my wrath."

"I bet your wrath is so wet with authority right now," he kissed her again and ran out the door before she could throw anything at him.

Crissle sat down, rolling her eyes. "Idiot."

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"Azim, my darling Azim," Zayn crooned during the meeting, "how's Chicago?"

"Just great, sir," he leaned beck in his chair and looked at his friend, "sorta don't like the distance between us but I can live."

"Just one flight away," Zayn smiled and looked at the chart, "Chicago is looking great, keep it up. Deena Shepherd? I have a proposition for you."

Crissle looked around the room at all eleven other heads -- or about to be -- of the eleven cities in the United States in which his buildings were. Miami, San Francisco, Atlanta, Detroit, Chicago, Phoenix, DC, Seattle, Vegas, Cleveland, and Houston.

Deena Shepherd looked up as her name was called, a nervousness smile appearing on her face. She had dark skin and at least thirty inch bundles that Crissle absolutely adored because she was so cute.

"Sir?"

"How would you like to live In Atlanta?" Zayn pestered.

"I'd love that, it's where black people prosper."

"And you know how I only get people I absolutely trust to run my buildings?" he asked rhetorically, "meaning you. Now, you will be trying out the Atlanta building for a week then tell me how you like it, and if you do, you'll run it."

"I'm going to pack," she got up and jogged out the room before Zayn stopped her. She was known to do that, since the people Zayn was closest to in this building were like his friends. Plus, Deena never cared about these meetings, they mostly had nothing to do with her.

Zayn told another man, Roger Cassel to do the same as Deena but with the building in Miami. He always did this, even though they may have been friends, he still had a business to run and they understood. It was always a pleasure to work with Zayn and it wasn't like he and Crissle didn't take business trips to his companies.

It also wasn't like Zayn had friends like Harry and Liam, it was just he had people who he trusted with his business ordeals but Crissle was the one he trusted with personal stuff. Which was an honor because Zayn was no open book.

"Now that that's settled. See ya," Zayn grinned at everyone and shook hands and hugged the representatives as they left. Crissle was writing the last of her notes in her iPad when Zayn sat on the table, right beside her.

"What?"

"Things are going so well for us," he just smiled cutely and Crissle mentally awwed at him. A lot of times he said us as if Crissle ran this building and was his boss rather than the assistant. She simply ran his important errands and arranged consultations and meetings. Maybe sometimes would she handle his money rather than an accountant and maybe -- just maybe -- she set people in the building or on the phone straight without his help.

Just an assistant slash fiancée. That's it.

"You're important, Crissy pie," he licked his lip, a knowing look on his face, "I see the look you're giving me. You're not just my assistant you're literally a lifelong partner of mine and somehow wifey material."

She snorted. "Anyway--"

"Seriously," his smile was gone and his stare on her was unbreakable, "I'm pretty sure I would be falling apart without you here, like, my life would be in shambles and I'd just be fucking, and fucking, and fucking until I got herpes or some shit."

She laughed, shaking her head at him. "Zayn, chill out, man."

He blushed, looking away from her and standing up straight. "Let's go to my office, I wanna watch a movie."

"What movie?" she followed him out, closing the conference room behind them, "something scary? A romcom, ooh, Pixar?"

"I was thinking more of Dreamworks," he replied with a grin, closing his office door and watching Crissle crawl on his desk, "or a Sinclair type of film."

"What does that entail?" she played along and crossed her legs even when he came closer, taking off his blazer.

"You and me, baby."

Crissle giggled, humming when his lips reached the base of her neck and his hands gripped her sides eagerly. Her breath was already shallow, and small whimpers left her lips because Zayn's lips were lethal and his touch always left her tingly inside. She fought the urge to moan and ended up biting her lips. The zipper of her dress was pulled down and soon her nipples came in contact with his warm mouth. She put a hand over her mouth and arched her back when she felt his teeth graze her skin.

Zayn leaned down as Crissle almost became paralyzed and fell back on the desk. He pushed his things off -- except his MacBook because that was money (he set it in the chair) -- and pushed Crissle's dress up so it was bunched on her waist.

She moaned out a curse when Zayn was officially inside of her, the tight and very warm feeling overwhelming all of her senses as that was all she could think about. His tatted chest was all she could see. The low moans that left his lips and mixed with her own was all she could hear. Her body was always in sync with his and even when Zayn was rough and went faster she seemed to keep up.

Her thighs were left shaking and his hand was over her mouth so she'd shut up. Her hands were dragging along his arms and she watched their hips meet and listened to the sound of skin on skin contact, which was something she absolutely loved besides Zayn himself.

Zayn pinned Crissle down as it seemed like her soul had left her body when she orgasmed, the lowest of low but most sexiest sound coming out of her mouth. He hid his face in her neck as he did the same and soon she felt so warm inside she started to sweat.

"A Zayn Malik feature film," she giggled breathlessly after a few moments of catching breaths and fingers running though black wavy hair.

"Produced by Zayn Malik and Starring Crissle Malik," he added with a grin, leaning down and kissing her lips again, "you deserve an Oscar."

"I do don't I?" she played along, "oh, yeah, Happy Valentine's Day!"

"Adorable," Zayn laughed and helped her zip the dress back up. Once they were both straight, Crissle and Zayn actually ended up watching a movie that they randomly picked because honestly, there was nothing to watch. She sat on his lap and he just kept kissing up and down her arms.

Crissle looked at her left ring finger. "I feel like I'm already married to you."

"Yeah?" he replied, "how?"

"Because like, we work with each other and live together and I feel like we build each other up, like, we're way better than what we were, ya know? I think that's cool."

"Weddings are overrated anyway," he brushed it off, "we can be married by common law."

"We're in none of the nine states that permit that," she shook her head.

He groaned. "Why is life so hard?"

"Exactly. I mean, I still have you, I guess."

"You guess?" he licked his bottom lip and Crissle quickly kissed his lips, "I mean, we should just elope."

"Totally," she snorted, "like seriously."

"So, what are we waiting for?"

Crissle raised her eyebrows at him. "Deadass?"

"Yeah, c'mon," he put his blazer back on and grabbed his keys. She shrugged, picking up her purse and following him out.

"Where are you two lovebirds going?" Andrea asked as she walked by.

"You'll find out when we get back," Crissle just grinned and held Zayn's outstretched hand, walking to the elevator and pressing for the parking garage.

"We're seriously doing this?" Zayn questioned with a breath as the elevator doors closed. He squeezed her hand tighter.

"Yep. Because you love me."

"And you love me," he leaned down and pressed a heated kiss to her lips, "almost Mrs. Malik. Where's our honeymoon gonna be?"

"Back to work, lil' nigga." she giggled and kissed him again.

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welp, that's all folks!

I really really really really loved this story omg I don't wanna cry

also, thanks you guys for being so supportive and hilarious this whole book, to day one readers to new hoes on the block I love you all. and as always, I never think my books would get so far. so thank you guys so so so much

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