where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

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Maela

After a few slow minutes I find myself slowly leaning over the sheets with the small amount of energy I have left to find Harry sprawled out against the covers. The way he's laying and the way his breath has turned to some sort of steady tells me he must have passed out after he came. And to this moment remains this way out on the bed while I climb out to wash myself of his now drying cum. My body still tingles and my core hasn't stopped pulsing, but it doesn't bother me as I run to his luggage to fish out a fresh t-shirt along with a pair of his sweats.

Looking at my shredded pieces of clothes that rests around the floor I don't find myself guilty for taking his clothes. I slip in willingly and grab whatever else I took with me that hasn't been torn apart in the midst of an unforgettable night that we just had. Not much.

One last glance at Harry and his beautiful body causes me to sigh. I better get out of here.. I don't know when his wife is coming back, and I'm not prepared for any of that to happen. Neither is Harry.

So quickly I look at the gorgeous man one last time before scurrying out, not thinking to leave a simple message for him to wake up to.

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"Ms. Sharp!" I stop midway to my office, turning to see my assistant rushing to me with a stack of papers. She presses her fingers hastily against her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

"Grace?" I question, frowning at her flustered demeanor. "Aren't you supposed to be printing out those documents I emailed to you? Did you not receive them?" I ask, glaring at her.

My mind snaps at me for being so rude, but the morning hasn't been kind to me, and I'm dreading about how my night had gone. I've never felt so guilty in a long time since I was a child perhaps. But I'm a mindless teen in a body of an adult- sleeping with someone completely out of my league and is fucking married.

The more I think about it the more my mind racks with guilty thoughts, everything ringing with pain. I'm such a whore and even to leave so bluntly in the middle of the night doesn't help the situation one bit, just showing my one night stand conclusion.

But yet it was the best for both of us. I made it easier for us to move on, plus Arendia could've shown up at any given moment and destroyed not only me but Harry. He probably thought it was all a mistake anyways.. I saved him from something that wouldn't have been necessary.

"Ms. Sharp.." I hear in the distance, pulling me from the hidden corner of my dark brain. I look up at Grace who looks confused and scared. I soften my gaze, feeling bad for her. She's only nineteen on this job, I need to treat her better.

"Sorry Grace, what did you say?" I ask gently, and she relaxes just a tinge.

"I-I, the documents," she stammers, handing me the stack of papers, and I gulp, taking them from her. "And, there's someone who made an appointment to see you today, at five for their manuscript or something," she points out and I narrow my eyes.

"An appointment? I thought I had another meeting?" I ask her and she violently shakes her head.

"You told me to cancel that yesterday," she whispers, and I purse my lips together. I did? Oh god, I'm so out of it.

"Okay, five," I ponder, shooing off Grace as I walk into my office, her clattering heels attacking the ground as she runs back down the hall.

I close the door behind me and move to my desk, setting the papers down.

My head is spinning like a top and I have difficulty sitting down properly as there is a pinch between my legs, sending my nerves into a twist. We only fucked one time and yet I still feel like a virgin who just lost it. Why did he have to change my streak of not getting fucked? Why did he try so hard to make last night work?