Delicate Hearts | Completed

18 || Say My Name

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warning: smut. i will mark the start and end of it with a * mark. watch out for that <3
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You are making a mistake.

There was little I cared about anymore. Especially mistakes. I've made so many, my life wouldn't be any different if I made more. So I pulled up at Harley's mansion, with the intention of using him to make myself feel better.

Again.

But when I receive an invitation from someone like Harley, I'd be stupid not to take it.

It's the same as last time. There's security everywhere, and the door is opened for me. The second entrance is also open for me. Harley is waiting for me again, and I smile at him. "Hey," I say.

"Hi."

"What do you wanna do today?"

"Whatever you want."

"Show me around your place. It's polite to give guests a tour. Also because this is a fucking palace and I need to see everything."

He chuckles, but like always, none of his happiness reaches his eyes. Or I just can't see through his glasses. How blind is this man? "Everything?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, sure, let's go." Harley begins to talk about each part of the house. He shows me the living room, which had such soft sofas and the shiniest coffee table I've seen in my entire life. There were also fake flower decorations which enhanced the golden royal theme of the place. There was also a wall behind the sofas that had water flowing down it. Talk about fancy.

Then he showed me the kitchen, which apparently had a Chef on duty at all time during the day except between three in the morning and six in the morning. I bet he's never cooked a day in his life. It must be nice being rich. I refrain from touching the granite counters, mainly because they're too shiny and neat. Additionally, because they're cold.

There are so many places in this mansion that I only see on Pinterest or something. There was a spa. There was also a pantry the size of a convenience store. Good to know he doesn't starve. This bitch could go shopping in his mansion if he needed.

Of course, it wouldn't be a mansion without an indoor pool and an outdoor pool. There was also that infinity pool outside his bedroom. They also had fifteen bathrooms and more than ten bedrooms. I lost count. If I decided to live here, they wouldn't even notice me.

"So, you're mostly alone in this huge place?" I ask when we're finished with a tour and stop at his bedroom.

"Yeah," He shrugs. "Perks of having rich parents. They're never there."

"How do you spend your time then?"

"I read books."

That makes sense. He does look like the type to have his nose buried in a book. Especially with his academia-style clothing. And glasses.

"That's very attractive," I drawl. "Women love a man who can make their fantasies come true."

A smirk creeps onto his face and his eyes flicker to my lips. My eyes trail to his lips, then further down, to his neck. His Adam's apple bobs, and for some reason that's attractive. He's wearing a short-sleeved white button-up shirt, and not all of them are buttoned up, giving me a preview of his smooth chest.

"Well, what are your fantasies, Madison?" He's so tempting. Too bad I have no self-control. I want him. I grab his hand and pull him toward his bed, pushing him onto the soft mattress.