Secrets revealed

Chapter 3

Would mean a lot of you could please share and vote and comment and I hope you enjoy it!

Recap-
My sincere apologies Mr Styles. Now what can I help you with?'

*Mckenzie's POV*

We stare for a few minutes, no one saying a word. Just breathing is heard. As he stares on at me and I at him. He has me captivated by just his presence, the way he holds himself. So intimidating and controlling.

'Mr Styles?' I question as I look at him, breaking the silence and intense staring session we were holding

'Well Miss Keating that sure was a show that you have no need to apologise for. However, I appreciate it and I also appreciate you making Miss Miller apologise. It appears I had underestimated and misunderstood you'

I listen to his every word, how the words fall effortlessly from his soft and plump lips. His voice is something that can not be mimicked or hated. It's deep, slow, husky but smooth.

'How so Mr Styles?'
'Oh Miss Keating, your first meeting with me was very much unexpected and very intriguing. Following this article you had written, I couldn't quite believe you had written such things. And when I came here to meet with you again I come to find you dealing with an ex-employee. Harshly, strictly but with some kindness. Your quite hard to figure out Miss Keating'

'Mhm.... Why couldn't you believe the article? I am the owner of this magazine I do not have time for idiotic staff members and therefore I won't waste my time.' I stand from my seat and walk around the desk sitting on the edge making my feet hover above the floor. 'Oh and had you ever thought that maybe I'm hard to figure out because I simply do not want you to figure me out'

'The article - he takes a breath- was indescribable, it was brilliantly put together, well written and different from the number of articles written about me before. So thank you. That is what I had come for.' He stands and walks towards the door before turning around and smirking 'and I will figure you out Miss Keating'

I laugh a little bit before I walk towards him, I am so close to him, a few more steps. His breath hitched as he stares down at me and I lift my hand resting it on his chest.

He looks toward me as I look towards him, I push him back forcefully, catching him off guard by my actions all together. I continue to step with him as I push him so hard, his back hits the wall. I keep my hand to his chest as I speak 'who says I will let you figure me out Mr Styles?'

'I will with or with out permission'

I inch towards him slowly and I watch as he stares at me his eyes darken with lust and I am so overwhelmed to be in this situation with Harry literally struggling to with hold on what my inner thoughts are screaming for me to do.

'I know you want me Mr styles, I can see it. But tell me what it does when I say Mr Styles? What would it do to you for me to call you sir? To be on my knees begging for your nice cock to be in the warmth of my mouth' his eyes darken, fists clenched and I can see he's restraining himself, so I continue

'You want me to surrender to you. You want me to allow you to dominant me and my body. You want to be able to Control what I do but you know you can't. I'm not someone you would want... But yet I can see you do. So Mr Styles tell me.... Do you truly believe I would allow you to figure me out?'

He stands still as we both stare at each other, analysing one another. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was someone that needed control , craved it even and i knew that right now this had never happened to him. Someone has never spoken to him in such a way that he normally speaks to others.

I wait for a response I never get one so as I hold a smirk to my face I back away from him slowly taking a step or two back. 'No words Mr Styles? What a shame. I expected more'

Going to turn, heading back to my desk where the work I piled up is. I don't hear any movement for a second and I think he had left until I feel a hand around my arm, the grip is tight and forceful but not enough to bruise me.

He pulls me back so I hit his chest. I allowed it, I let him do it and he knew that. His arm wraps around my waist holding me in position. As he brings his lips to my ear, feeling his hot breath fan over my neck causing goosebumps to raise above the skin

'Now Miss Keating, tell me what did you expect?' His voice is lower, huskier but still perfection
'This, this is what I expect from you Mr Styles' my voice is strong but somehow I feel weak

'Mhm I'm glad I've met your expectations. I hope we can do this again Miss Keating. Have a wonderful day.' I feel as his breath comes closer to my neck as he places a tender kiss to my burning neck.

'Goodbye Mr Styles' his grip releases so I am able to turn around, he is still as close as he was before. I look up to his eyes.we both stare intently at one another before I lean up and place a kiss to his cheek, my lips close to his ear and I can see him gulp as my breath hits his ear and neck. 'Nice to see you again'

With that said I step back and turn away walking to my desk, as I sit down I see he had made his way to my door, opening it and stepping out, he turns and smirks

'it will be such an honour and so much fun to figure you out Miss Keating'

and with that said he is gone. Gone from view. But not gone from my mind. The one he has captivated