Hate That I Love You

Chapter 29

6 months earlier

Louis put his hand under the girl's skirt, pushing her lightly towards the outer wall of the club, at the back of the club. The girl, with a smile on her lips, began to gently kiss his neck. "So, you're back in London for good," she barely asked him.

"Yes," he nodded, smiling mischievously. "I arrived just yesterday," he confirmed, continuing to raise his hand along her thigh.

"I'm really happy with that," she smiled, putting her hands on the back of his pants. "Well, you are the most coveted bachelor in all of England, you know?"

Louis laughed. "And you also know that I would prefer to remain that way, right?"

The girl wrinkled her nose. "It's really a shame for the entire world population," she chuckled, unzipping him. "Why are you so convinced you want to stay that way, Louis?" she asked.

"I don't want to stay that way, miss," he specified, inserting his hand beyond her panties. "But my ideal type is practically impossible to find."

"Oh, I get it," she laughed. "Your ideal type corresponds to a person you can never have."

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Do you have a degree in psychology by any chance?"

"You guessed it," she said. "And it's not difficult for me to understand people, especially those who are always on the front page of the newspapers."

"The papers tell lies, Doctor," he informed her.

"The newspapers, behind all those whores, always have something true. And coincidentally, my thesis was about the impact that the mass media can have on the rest of the population" she shrugged. "If you want I can get you a first psychological profile for free, Mr. Tomlinson."

Louis, laughing, grabbed her waist and lifted her slightly. "You can try if you want," he challenged her. "But I don't have a lot of time, so you'll have to try to do it in the meantime."

"I love challenges," she winked. "So, I think you're always looking for the same person in all your relationships," she began. "And fail miserably all the time."

"Continue" he urged as he slowly lifted the shirt she was wearing.

"And this is because as a child you had a disappointment, and until you take this whim off, you will continue to behave this way, because you are a person who hates to lose, competitive and perhaps spoiled, used to always having what you want."

"I can't blame you, miss," she smiled, kissing his chest. "I always get what I want."

"Always?" he asked.

"Always," she confirmed. "But now, shut up," she complained, resuming kissing him.

Their moment of peace, however, did not last long because, immediately after, Louis began to hear complaints, annoying whining that distracted him.

"Please" he heard at one point a voice like a moan, which lurched with difficulty, probably due to alcohol. "No."

At that point, Louis frowned at her, pulling the girl out of her arms. "Something's wrong," he said.

The girl snorted softly. "It's none of our business, that's Mr. Wiston's area, let's leave him alone."

"Who's area?"

"Mr. Wiston," the girl rolled her eyes. "He owns the place, and usually brings his prey back here," he shrugged. "But I'm sure we can use it too."