Harry Styles and Devon Carlson. Two sexually driven, filthy rich, 23 year olds who find bumps in the roads that lead to ruins.
Very Mature Content.
Violence
Guns
Mention of Sexual Harassment with T.W.
Fucking hell, he knows. To be fair I didn't expect him to not find out, I'm an awful liar, and surely me talking to Zayn got him thinking. I can't stand Zayn, when Harry and I started dating he fucking couldn't stand me either; he still hates me but not as bad as before. I mean I understand, I could be slightly unbearable. Doesn't give him the right to try to encourage Harry into leaving me though. But this month we've been good, civil, he's been helping me and Isabella plan Harrys' birthday party. Bella has been like a sister to me considering I've never had one, being the only child with parents that throw money to you and leave at any chance they get, she's been, my anchor. Well until I met Harry, now I have two.
"Dev who's the one not speeding it up now?" He chuckles waiting for me to get out of the parked car. How long have I been staring out the window thinking? I reach for his hand to be assisted coming out, wearing heels and a tiny dress really does restrict you.
"Did I remind you of how hot you look right now," he says pulling me closer to his body that was on the street as I had gotten out of the car. Waving our chauffeur goodbye I replied to his compliment, "Well you made sure I knew how horny I made you back at the apartment."
I grabbed his arm leaving him, mouth open from my comment and grabbed him towards the restaurant, which was in fact a club Zayn and I had spent thousands to renovate. Could we have just gone to an already club? Yea, but why be billionaires if you can't spend the money on pointless stuff.
My chest starting rising as we got closer to the building, and I knew Harry could tell. Just a couple more steps and "SURPRISE" will be ringing through our ears.
Harry opens the doors to the concealed club and... Zayn jumps in front of him yelling happy birthday. I can't believe we actually pulled this through, nothing gets slipped past Harry.
He turns to me with the smile I would do anything to prevent from fading, his dimple pokes on both sides and his two front teeth on full display like an adorable bunny.
"Thanks, babe, you didn't have to do this." He comes closer to my ear, hands in my hair, "You'll get the biggest birthday present of all tonight." What the fuck is he talking about?
"Shouldn't you be getting the birthday presents tonight?" He stares down at me before he says the words I'll be looking forward to for the rest of the night, "Unwrapping that pretty little dress of yours is my present, what comes after is yours."
Fuck me, no literally fuck me.
He pulls away from me as Isabella approaches, wearing the Dior cheetah print slip dress we had bought in Miami, we have this thing where every event we match in designers. It pretty easy to keep up with considering I'm rich and she's a supermodel.
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She greets Harry with a Happy Birthday, I know she hated doing that. After their awkward exchange of words, she turns her back to him, facing me. "Dev if you weren't dating that douchebag I'd probably fuck you," she says knowing damn well he hears. "Yea if I wasn't dating that douchebag either I'd probably let you fuck me." This definitely isn't doing well with Harrys' jealous ego right now. I give him a smirk as I hug Bels, he hardens his jaw. Oh fuck.
"Isn't this party fucking dope as shit," Zayn yells running towards us. How is he already drunk.
"Yea thanks for it but why the fuck are there so many people I don't even know," I knew it, his social anxiety is not happy about this.
"I fucking told Zayn not to invite every fucking person in NYC but he's an asshole and didn't listen," I quickly defend myself. I wasn't going to let Zayn fuck up my chance of getting railed tonight. Harrys body tenses and I know he's pissed, I mean he has a right. Zayn invited everyone he knew, not caring that Harry didn't do well with people, ever. Especially when he didn't know them, Zayn disrespected his boundaries and he's an ass for it. They've been friends since they were just a couple of kids in London, that's all I know about his past. I never cared to ask about it because I knew it was a touchy subject, even though we're in love and he trusts me; I think, I wouldn't ever put him in an uncomfortable situation where he had to talk about his feelings, quite frankly because I don't like talking about mine either.
Isabella pulls herself and Zayn towards the bar and out of Harrys' sight. "Can we get out of here," he asks me waiting for my answer. I paused, I know he's grateful for what I did but he just can't deal with the hundreds of strangers. I stare into his eyes trying to read him, "We haven't even got drunk yet," I say with my eyes glued on his.
"I don't want to fuck you when I'm drunk anyway."
And that was it, that was enough for me to yank his arm and run as fast as we could out that club.
