[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind." - Mahatma Gandhi
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I wish I could curse people, not quite like a witch although I certainly resemble one in Harry's eyes, but something like a sexy sorceress instead. Because then Harry Styles would be my first victim. And along with him then just the entire male population, I mean while I'm at it....
I don't think I've ever been so sexually frustrated in my life as I was last night. And I'm dead serious about that. It was even worse than the time at the rehearsal dinner where he had fingered me and then left me hanging as well. How does this prick get me so horny and then just suddenly stop right before my climax?
Because that's when I started putting curses on him. Claire once swore that it would even do some good to curse someone and who knows maybe she's right....
Hopefully his dick falls off.
What was he actually thinking when he did this? That I wouldn't get back at him? Well, knowing Harry, he didn't think much. Typical men. They only think with their dicks or fists.
I don't care if I get labeled as a bitch for what I'm about to do. Does it make me one if I play the same game with him as he does with me? If so, then I am with the greatest pleasure the biggest bitch there is on this earth.
Harry deserves to be as sexually frustrated as I was last night.
Because nobody fucks with Ashley Scott.
Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I had plenty of time to plan my revenge. And now that the first rays of sunlight were illuminating the room through the window, all the bad mood from last night was as good as gone. I love revenge. I always have.
I just thanked myself for not begging him to continue last night. Because that would have been really pathetic. I haven't sunk that low yet. And I hope that never happens.
I felt the mattress next to me being pushed in, which meant that Harry was moving and turning slightly. He's probably already awake like me and just dozing without making any effort to get up. This asshole is fucking lazy.
I just hope from the bottom of my heart that he slept as shitty as I did, only with the addition that hopefully he had a painfully hard erection. But since I had felt his hard dick while riding his thigh, I'm pretty sure that was the case. So I guess we both hadn't slept well, with the only difference being that he must have been very pleased with himself for teasing me like that. Bastard.
But since I'm a woman who doesn't forget so quickly, he definitely played this game with the wrong one. Because today I feel like I'm going to be a bitch.
I swung my legs over the bed and put them down on the floor, only to stand up shortly after. I paid no further attention to Harry and pretended not to notice that he was probably awake. Without looking at him, I walked straight to the bathroom, which was right across from the bed. That means you can see inside the bathroom from the position out of the bed.
