Song for this chapter: is there somewhere Halsey
Sophia
After Justin left and practically ate all the freaking pizza, I decided to take a shower.
Harry was locked in the guest bedroom. He hasn't spoken a word since Justin left and I'm worried.
I feel as if I messed up somehow. I feel as if that he's already bored with me. I need to make sure he's not. He's basically the only person who treats me like I'm human, besides Justin.
I sighed and instead of showering I went to change.
I slid on washed out ripped jeans. I threw on a flowy white grid crop top and put on my white converse.
I went to adjust my hair still in French braids. I applied neutral make up and a darkish red lipstick.
I picked up my purse and went down the hall to Harry's room and knocked lightly.
"May I help you Mrs. Backster?" He snapped taking me by surprise.
"I just wanted to say I'm going somewhere I'll be right back." I rolled my eyes and walked away and down stairs.
"Where are you going?" He asked as soon as I opened the door.
I turned around to see him in only sweats that hung low on his hips.
"Don't worry about it." I winked and shut the door.
I climbed into my black car and zoomed off to where I was headed.
After about, 20 minutes I arrived at my destination.
"Galleria mall" the sign read.
I parked and quickly hoped onto the escalator to take me up to the main floor.
I searched the whole mall until I found the store I needed to find the most.
Shades of pinks and reds given off by the lighting, appearing on my face.
I grinned and walked into Victoria's Secret.
Harry
"Where the fuck is she?" I mumbled under my breathe, annoyed Sophia hasn't come back and it's been over an hour.
My promise may not be true, maybe I was getting bored with Sophia already.
Is that even possible?
We've only had sex once and believe me it was fantastic but, I feel like she's not the type that will get out of her way to do stuff for me. I don't know like a lap dance, role play, even a blow job.
At the age 19 she was already very successful. I don't understand why she's still with her parents. She worked as a model for different companies and I think she's even met Cara and has done a photo shoot with her before.
That's another thing, I've known of her for many years. Me and her father do business together. She knows not one thing about me, not that I let her anyway.
She gave me what I wanted so why do I still try? I don't want to break her heart of any of that bullshit so I guess I'll tell her when she comes back. Or just never talk to her again I guess.
Like on cue, the door opened and she walked inside.
She was holding about 5 bags that were a hot pink and light pink stripped.
"Victoria's Secret" it read.
Maybe I was wrong? I don't really care but this has to be good.
"Hey" she greeted and flashed a sweet smile.
"Uh hey, what's with the bags?" I asked very curious as to what she was doing with them?
"Come upstairs when I say and you'll see" she slammed the front door and and sashayed upstairs, her hips swaying side to side.
"Fuck" I whispered to myself.
I have an idea of what she was going to do but I swear if-
My thoughts were interrupted by a faint "Harry come here please"
I hurried up stairs to see what she has been holding in store this entire time.
I swing open the door. My mouth drops open and starts to water.
She had on a black lace bra with beautiful embroidery on the straps. Matching black cloth underwear clung to bottom. I thought I was dreaming until she turned around. The black underwear had "yes daddy?" Printed in a hot pink on the butt. Holy. S.hit.
I was at loss for words and my mouth went dry. I could feel my pants tightening by the second.
"Daddy c'mere please" she spoke sweetly.
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