Daddy's little kitten | LS ¤ Kitten Louis

Chapter I

Harry is sitting in his own restaurant, on his not so interesting date. A black-haired girl in a tight red dress, with an annoyingly big smile on her face is talking to him about something Harry can't really focus on. He's sipping his white wine and thinking of how he should just grab the bottle and walk as far as he can from this girl... Amanda? he guesses. I might just fuck her and kick her out in the next morning he thinks.

In high school he was the guy who fucked all the cheerleaders, he was the captain of the football team and had the worst grades. He never had serious relationships during high school. There was only one girl from collage but she's in the past now.

The wine they are drinking is expensive and tastes quite good but it isn't strong enough. Amanda is still talking about her aunt or sister, but Harry can't help but daydream about going home, pouring some whiskey into his glass and feeling sorry for himself on the couch.

"...I wouldn't let them in," Amanda says with a shrug.

"Uhm- Sorry? What did you just say?" Harry asks, she raises an eyebrow, not impressed. It's not like Harry cares about what she thinks. He didn't even want to come in the first place.

"If I was the CEO of the restaurants, I wouldn't let hybrids in,"

"Uhm... Well, I didn't really have a choice, you know," he really didn't have a choice. Harry has nothing against hybrids, he doesn't understand why people treat them like animals. OK, maybe they are small, they have tails and ears, and maybe they aren't as smart as humans, but it makes them more special.

"Really, why?" she asks with wide eyes.

"My brother's girlfriend is a hybrid" Harry looks at her with a bored expression on his face. He won't talk to her about his personal life. He barely talks to anyone about it.

"I didn't know you have a brother,"

"I have," there's a minute awkward silence. Amanda looks like she tries to come up with something, but Harry's just eating his meal and searching for something more interesting than the woman in front of him.

After one and a half bottle of wine, Harry is tipsy. He isn't drunk yet but isn't completely sober either. Fortunately, he gets a call saying that tomorrow he has to visit an old building at the edge of the city. His brother wants to open their fourth restaurant in the city. So, this is a good time to say goodbye to Amanda.

"I have to go now. I gotta work tomorrow in the morning," he stands from the table, ready to leave Amanda but she quickly gets up and stands in before Harry.

"Are you leaving me?" she looks up at him, eyes pleading. "You don't invite me over?"

As much as he hates to admit it, the black-haired woman in front of him is hot. She has curves on the right places and a body like a VS model's. He smirks at her, and she bites her bottom lips.

"I do, actually. I do,"

She smiles at him and wrap her arm around Harry's waist. He's shocked a little bit plays along and wraps his arm around her shoulder as they walk out of the restaurant. He doesn't bother with paying, he owns the place, it's basically his food. He calls a cab, and they wait on the sidewalk until the cab arrives. They get into the vehicle and Amanda leans over to suck on Harry's neck, but he pushes her away. She looks at him confused.

"No hickey," He warns and grabs her by the neck and kisses her.

She already moans into the kiss and Harry is annoyed. He doesn't mind making a scene in public but today is not the day. They touch each other, make out. The kiss is messy and he thinks there's saliva on his jaw which is disgust him but he doesn't say anything about it. When they get out of the cab, Harry pays and goes to open the door. Amanda is biting into his shoulders. They don't make it Harry's bedroom. He doesn't bother with undressing; he just fucks her tough and emotionless. The only thing he feels is the pleasure of his orgasm. Amanda's make up is a mess now, from the tears. Harry always knew he's good in the bed. He has seen girls crying from the pleasure he gives them. After they both came down. He pulls his underwear and pants back on and leaves her panting by the wall. He walks into the kitchen to grab a bottle whiskey, but Amanda follows him, naked.