These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 24

"How can I start you guys off tonight?" The waiter asks eagerly.

"Some water please," I smile.

"Yeah, I'd like a glass a whiskey," Harry mumbles while shifting through the menu. The waiter nods after taking our order and walks away.

We were sitting outside this little Italian restaurant by the chaotic city streets. The place was absolutely gorgeous as fairy lights were decorated on the front end of the building.

My dress gave me a couple of stares and just as I predicted earlier, I knew it would be too revealing. I adjust my sitting position as the latex material crushes my organs.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks after finally setting down the menu.

"This dress is so uncomfortable," I groan. Seriously, whose idea was it that I dress like a hooker tonight.

"You could always take it off," he grins, leaning down the table. His eyes wander down my neck and stop at the sight of my chest.

"Don't look at me like that," I wickedly remark.

"Look at you like what?" He says innocently while smiling.

"I don't get you, do you hate me, or do you want to fuck me because I'm getting mixed signals?"

"I could ask you the same, Alex. We both know you're only capable of one," he whispers, raising his brows at the end of his sentence.

My breathing intensifies as my hand grips the edge of the table. "You're unbelievable," I scoff in anger.

"And you're dodging the question." Harry props his elbows on the table, holding his hands. He seemed intrigued for an answer, so why not give him one.

"I hate you," I scowl, crossing my arms.

"Ehh--wrong answer," Harry interrupts, imitating a buzzer sound.

"Why would you ask me that question if you're just going speak for me," I state in a manner of irritation.

"You're lying to yourself, Alex. You don't hate me. You, in fact, are aroused by me." Suddenly, I feel Harrys' leg brush against my calf from under the table.

"No, I'm not," jerking my leg away from him.

"Mmm," He hums. Harry gets up from across the table, adjusting his white shirt. He tucks it back inside his pants, then grabs the chair from behind and moves it to the side of my seat.

"W-what are you doing?" I nervously ask.

"Just testing a little theory of mine." After scooting his seat next to me, Harry sits down and throws his arm on the back of my chair. His fingers lightly tap the side of my shoulder as he positions his body in my direction. He crosses his leg, laying his knee against mine all the while staring at my eyes.

"S-Stop," I stutter. Harry tilts his head to the side, smirking at my failed attempt of sounding demeaning.

"No," he whispers. I could feel his cool breath hit the outer skin of my cheek. That alone was enough to make me lightheaded. I swear anytime he came anywhere near me, I had a sudden craving for his hands around my neck.

Refusing to look at him, I instead shift my eyes in the general direction of the street, hoping to get out of this encounter somewhat alive.

"You're looking quite delectable tonight, Alex," He says circling his index finger on my shoulder.

Flashbacks of Harry inserting those glorious fingers of his made my lower region throb. I tilt my head to the side, brushing my forehead against his nose.