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That picture holy shit balls he's so fuckin gorgeous!!!! 😍🙈

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I'd love to make you wet in between your thighs.

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-Louis

So maybe I was disappointed when she didn't show up, but not surprised. Even I knew this was much bolder than blindfolds, and fan of hard-fu.cking or not, something about her was still innocent. I would've done anything to see her reaction, but oh well; you don't get what you want all the time.

I went to bed by eleven, but I don't think I managed to sleep so much. It was nearly two in the morning by the time my eyes closed, but I woke up with restless energy. It was the end of the week, and I was ready for a weekend full of gym and women and friends.

I was dressed in twenty minutes and holding my coffee on my way out, locking the door behind me and walking to the elevator. She hasn't emerged from her apartment-or maybe she had but I don't dwell on it. The elevator travels down and I get out, greeting Derek and wasting no time, ducking in my car and driving off.

Today, I'm supposed to meet the team of architects, to redecorate and build room nine all over again, and then I'm supposed to call other engineers and experts to add more security cameras. Then, I'm supposed to call a security office and get few more guards for section four.

And last, I should meet with Owen and figure out what the piece of shite wants.

I park my car in front of the club and narrow my eyes at the car parked in front of me. One of the guards jogs and opens the door, and I hand him the keys. The other one opens the door and I get in, greeted by a sight so shocking it ignites my blood.

Lola is sitting over Joshua's lap, giggling and leaning her head against his shoulder, while he leers at her chest. I ball my fists and try to figure out why exactly this sight disturbs me so much. Surely, she's not my girlfriend, and maybe I don't want her to be. So why is it so annoying to see her over another man's lap?

Maybe because you don't want anyone else fu.cking her, you twat.

Joshua is the head of the architects team, and impressively, no older than thirty. He looks my way and whispers something in Lola's ear, making her smile and jump off. She takes notice that I'm standing and staring at her with arched brows and the colour drains from her face. She recovers quickly and an unfamiliar fire lights her eyes.

You're in trouble, Louis.

"Good morning, Mr Tomlinson." Joshua smiles and I nod back, trying to sort my shit together.

"How's everything so far?" I ignore the beautiful reporter standing at my side.

"We've been here before sunrise, and so far, we've calculated the damage and the guys back there are dealing with it." He shrugs.

I cross my arms and glare at him. "And why aren't you back there, Joshua? It's all on you if anything goes wrong."

He looks nervous, and without so much as a word, disappears from my view. I ignore her again and move to the back of the bar, pouring myself a drink and swallowing it back, my stomach revolting a little. Lola joins me behind the bar and holds an empty glass. I sigh and fill it for her, watching in amusement as her nose scrunches up and she tries to look indifferent to the bitter taste.