Elle Miller is a 26 year old shy girl. She doesn't like to talk a lot or be around people, besides living with her best friend, Leah, and being only ten minutes away from her older brother, Evan. She and Evan come from a horrifying past, leaving Ell...
Hi guys. I'm sorry if last chapter was a bit boring that the end, it took me awhile to finish. I simply couldn't come up with anything. Hoping my writing gets better!
This is a very cute chapter!
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Elle danced around in her tiny bathroom, the twist and twirls all in one. She was listening to 'I love you so' by The Walters. it was a song that she favored for the past month. Today was a good day, Elle came around noon. The library usually opens up around five in the morning, leaving Elle to open up herself. She does the inventory and checks to make sure everything is put in place.
She questions on why it is open at five in the morning, who would read and check out books this early? She doesn't underestimate with it, especially because she's been working there for the past four years.
Ellie do you like the shift hours, because that way she can get the whole day to herself, or with Leah. And she was dancing around the bathroom, putting all type of serums on her face, and topping it off with a face mask. Elle loved all her skin products, having her face nice and smooth, not dry but not too oily. She rather enjoy jammies and face mask, then dresses and makeup, the complete opposite of Leah, although, she does do masks with Elle, having girls night with movies and popcorn.
There were even times when they got Evan to do it with them. They always got him to do a peel off one, to watch him cry and say it's ripping off his skin, it was Elles enjoyment, much better then a night out at clubs. She liked being with people she was so comfortable with. Just those two, until it came to Harry.
After knowing what 'his girl' meant. Her cheeks went completely red, and immediately jumped out of his car and went inside her apartment building, while was calling her name, not to mention him sitting outside her apartment for about a half hour before leaving.
Harry intimidates her. How can a guy claim a girl without knowing her? Especially Elle. Other women would love that attention on them, Elle finds it, odd. She simply thinks Elle is not his type, no man's type.
Her phone blew up in messages later that night. All from Harry. She never replied once, and his answers were quite shocking to anything she's heard from a man to give her any attention.
1:37p.m. Harry: Baby, I know I kinda scared you back there, but I don't want you walking away from me again.
3:25 How come your not answering love?
3:58 Naughty girl. What you need is a spanking, I would love to teach you to reply back.
5:19 Your funny if your gonna get away with this.
7:31 I know your shy around me, I hope we can go around that, baby. :)
9:23 Hope you are asleep, little girls like you need sleep, goodnight little one :))
Elle didn't like the idea of being called 'little girl.' She was twenty-six years old, not five. But she couldn't help the face that a man, powerful and older, calling her that, made her thighs clench together.
As Elle listened to her song over and over, she didn't hear Leah opening the pounding door. She opened and found Harry. She gasped. "Well, well, well, if it isn't lover boy," she leaned on the opened door. Harry rolls his eyes and laughed. "Is Elle home?" He asked and walked right in as Leah gets out of the doorway for him to enter.
Harry starts to hear a voice singing behind a wall, knowing it was Elle singing. He smiles to hear his girls voice.
"Your not going to hurt her right?" Leah asked. She then lifts the remote, by his stomach, to indicate that it was a fake knife. "Because I will gut you so fast and hard, the knife will be in your throat," she says and Harry's puts his hands up in surrender. "I won't, I promise. It's a remote, you know?"
Leah looks at her 'weapon.' "I know!" She said and then calls Elle.
Elle opens the door and sees Harry and Leah. Elle was in blue pajama shorts, a big long sleeve shirt, topped off with a white sheet face mask and a headband to push her hair out of your hair for skin care, but it's not tall bunny haired on.
She squeaks when her eyes go right on Harry and immediately takes her headband off, while Harry smiles so big. Harry beings to walk closer to see this precious girl, but didn't like what she did, she takes a big step away from him.
"What are you doing precious girl?" He smiles, his outfit was perfect for a spa day. Sweatpants and a sweatshirt, topped with vans, but it wasn't something a CEO man to wear, let alone a thirty-one year old. "Spa day?" He walked into the bathroom and saw all her skin care products and serums.
She's so fucking cute. He thinks. "Y-yeah," she's now in the doorframe while he then takes a seat on the toilet. "Mind if I join?" He asks. Getting to match with a face mask with his girl? So whipped. If she wanted the moon, he would call NASA to try to get it for her. "S-sure," she said.
"That one," he points to a sheet face mask, one's with strawberries on it. She grabs the package and hands it too him. His face becomes confused. "Put it on me?" He asks. She gulped and nods her head. She opens it up and takes out the slimy mask. She opens it up and tries to put it on his face, but she was pretty far away from him. He pulls her between his legs, hands right on her soft thighs. Elle was a cherry tomato at this point.
His hands were warm, but the rings were cold, giving Elle goosebumps. He rubs his hands on each side of her thighs lightly, careful not to scare her, to be gentle with her. "It fells nice," Elle didn't know if he was talking about the face mask or her thighs.
"I was thinking...you could come to my office for lunch tomorrow?" He asks. Why would a man like this what another meal with me? Elle thought. "U-um," she hesitates.
"Please, beautiful," he pleaded. He would fall to his knees and beg her for a lunch date. Whipped.
"Yes," she blushes. It could be a friendly manner you know? She thinks. It's wasn't to Harry though. "Great!" He smiles with a strawberry covered mask on his beautiful features. "This kinda burns..." his eyebrows squeeze together. That point, Elle chuckles, and that simple chuckle makes Harry's heart warm up so much. She peals the mask off and throws it away.
Harry gets up and looks in the mirror, to his his slightly red face. He signs but seeing Elle next to him, shyly looking away, but he grabs her waist and pulls her close, more in a dangerous way, not gentle.
"Look at us baby. Perfect together," he whispers in her ear, and her ears and cheeks are turning bright red. It was almost like he wanted a relationship.
It was true though. Harry wanted to be with Elle, just as bad as Elle wanted to be brave and experience what adults should go through. Relationships. Hell, even heartbreaks.
How can you go through a heartbreak so fast when your heart beats fast when he's around?
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