"Are you sure about that?"
His breath was hot against my skin and if our close proximity made him think I was going to change my mind, he was wrong as hell.
"What you're meaning to ask is whether or not the alcohol in the last couple of drinks I've had has changed my mind. Am I right?" I challenged, raising my voice so he could hear it over the pounding music. He nodded, allowing a low chuckle to emit from his throat.
"Well...yeah."
Suddenly he took a step back from me, doubling over in pain.
"Harry Styles, one thing you should know about Charlotte Banks, is that I would never fuck a cocky bastard like you, no matter how intoxicated I was."
By now people were watching our little exchange with wide eyes. He turned his head to me with a look of pain and I leaned down into him before whispering into his ear.
"Oh and another thing: if you EVER push me into a wall like that again, I will do a lot more damage than a knee to the balls."
After straightening up, I walked out of the crowded building, my satisfaction ringing with every click of my shiny black pumps.
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Games We Play
Fanfiction"If you're going to make me a piece in your game, don't be surprised if I fucking play" or the one where Charlotte Banks leads Harry Styles to believe he has what it takes to win her heart
