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Twenty-Two *

Waking up beside Harry is something I could get used to. When we got back last night we didn't have sex which I was thankful for considering I was so tired. We went straight to bed and cuddled up watching Netflix. He was on his phone for a lot of it sending emails and doing some shit but I just hung to him and fell asleep.

When I woke this morning I felt refreshed and also woke up before Harry. So I advantage of that and showered, went downstairs and make him some coffee and breakfast. When I took it up to him, he had stirred in bed then blinked up at me. His eyes squinted at me then when he realised what I was holding, a bright smile covered his face popping both of those dimples.

He had pulled me over the bed, once I had put the plate and drink down obviously, and kissed me like mad all over my face, neck and chest. He tickled my sides until tears were streaming down my cheeks and I managed to get away.

It was a good morning.

It was also a good day at work.

With my new found energy, I had gotten lots of work done. We had lots of telephone orders so I had stayed in the back most of the day dancing to the music and getting them all ready on time. we had one awkward customer who was trying to complain about the price to one of the girls so I went out front and sorted him out with some stern but polite words. Usually, that would put me in a bad mood but for some reason, nothing was budging this mood.

When I finished work, Harry was stood outside leaning against his Maserati this time and I gushed at him, flinging my arms around his neck.

"Hi baby." He cooed, pecking lots of kisses on my lips, cheeks and neck.

"Hi." I giggled and pulled away but not before placing one very passionate kiss on his lips.

"Don't make me hard before we're even home, you tease." He growls

"I don't do it on purpose, you sex addict." Rolling my eyes I step out of his arms, he turns and opens the passenger door as always.

"The only thing I'm addicted to is you, sue me."

"I might, I bet you're worth a fortune." I wink climbing in, just before he closes the door he leans forward whispering.

"You have no idea." Before closing the door. Truth is, I know Harry has a lot of money. I see it in the cars and the clothes. His silk shirts are clearly from Italy or France. High designer. And to answer my question about his wardrobe turns out he does have lots of pairs of black ripped skinny jeans along with black silk shirts and T-shirts. I was surprised when I went through his stuff, curiosity killed the cat and all, to find other colours in his wardrobe. He has one white pressed shirt and some other coloured and even patterned silk shirts. I was curious as to when and where he would or has worn these.

Harry climbed into the car, strapping himself in before starting the car and pulling out.

"Are we going to yours?" I ask.

"We are, is that alright?" His voice is soft, he reaches his hand over and caresses my thigh. I'm wearing black high waisted jeans today with a blood-red sweater which is oversized.

"Can we nip to mine before to get some more clothes?" I place my hand on top of his which he instantly flips over to interlock our fingers, his thumb rubbing back and forth over mine.

"Of course baby, when is Audrey back again?"

"Thursday night, we're going to do our Christmas decorations." I practically bounced in my seat which made him look over at me and laugh.

"You really like Christmas huh?"

"Favourite time of the year, how about you?"

"It's nice, the boys and I usually have a huge piss up on Christmas Day and then obviously the club is open throughout so we're crazy busy."