Promise Me This [h.s]

05.

Harry Styles

"Fuck." I breathe out as I thrust in and out of her quickly.

Since I only have a couple more days of being a single man, I decided to go all out. If I'm not mistaken, I think this is the 6th or 7th girl I fucked within the past 2 days. I came so many fucking times and let's just say I've never felt this good my whole life. And to end the night, I planned on having a threesome with some hot couple I saw at the casino. They told me I can call anytime, so, today it is! Life is going pretty great for me and I could not be any happier.

After the girl I fucked left my apartment, I got a text. I looked at my phone and the text read,

Mr. Sharma:
Good afternoon son, please come by our house at 5pm so we can go over wedding details with my daughter. Don't be late.
- Richard Sharma

Way to ruin the party, Richard. Of course he had to ruin my last day of fun.

Oh, who am I kidding. I'm definitely bringing girls over after my marriage with Amaya. Amaya and I already discussed how we won't act like a married couple. She doesn't want anything to do with me, and I don't want anything to do with her. Honestly, this is a blessing in disguise; I still get to live the life I want while maintaining my money and power, while Amaya can live the life she wants. Basically, this is a win-win situation that only happens once in a lifetime for the both of us.

I was feeling pretty tired, which makes total sense considering the events that took place today, so I decided to take a quick nap.

I didn't even notice that I received a follow up text with the address to their house until after I had woken up from my nap. I look up at the top of my phone where the time is and read 4:21.

Fuck.

I only have about 20 minutes to get ready because it takes 15 minutes to get to their house. I still need to take a shower and figure out what to wear.

I quickly hop into my large shower and lather myself up with vanilla scented soap. Next, I shampoo and condition my hair thoroughly and then wash it out. I grab my towel, quickly drying myself off then step out to my bedroom. I go over to my walk- in closet to pick out what to wear. I decided on something semi- formal since Mr. Sharma strictly seems like a man of business and class. I dressed myself in a pair of slightly tight black pants, a collared short sleeve white shirt, and my Givenchy leather white sneakers. I kept my shirt tucked into my pants so I appeared more formal. I made sure I had all my rings and my cross chain on then hastily made my way to my front door.

I grabbed the keys to my Tesla on my way to the front of my apartment, then stepped out and made my way to the elevator. Since I'm all the way on the top floor, the ride down always took a little while. I make my way to my Tesla, which is parked in my reserved spot. I open the door and turn on my GPS, typing in the address to their house. The GPS said it will take approximately 17 minutes to get there due to some light traffic on the way. Since I'm a fast ass driver, I can definitely cut it down to like 11 or 12 minutes tops.

I'm driving like a total maniac, almost going 90 mph to make it on time. Mr. Sharma definitely expects courtesy, so it was important that I was on time so he will still believe I am the right man for his daughter. He can never find out my malicious reasoning behind the marriage and frankly, I'm not worried. It is clear to me that Amaya wants this just as much as I do. Not because we want to marry each other, but simply because it will help both of our issues.

As my thoughts start to eat away at my mind, I realize that I am almost at her house. I turn right as my GPS said to and am met with a large house just a couple more yards away. I continue down the road until I'm in front of a large gate. I think there are security cameras because before I got the chance to put my window down, the gate had already started to open. I see a big white mansion, just behind the beautiful fountain that was in the center of the front yard. I drove around it and parked on the large driveway. I pulled down the sun visor and opened the mirror so I can have one last look at myself before I go in. Once I touched up my hair, I stepped out of my car and patted down my clothes, making sure it didn't look wrinkled.