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HARRY
"Morning, Z."
"Morning," he says, on point in a suit. "How was business?"
"Tiring."
"Your room is ready in case you wanna crash. Penthouse as usual."
Luxury isn't a necessity as much as want. Business trips wear me out, but Zayn accommodates my every need once it's over again. Going home is a given in certain cases, but not now, not in New York. I want a view, a nap, a bath, someone warm to spoil.
"Thank you."
Someone brings my luggage upstairs as Zayn and I converse pleasantly. He wasn't engaged a month ago, yet now it seems Liam popped a long-awaited question. Zayn is a grinning mess. His happiness is quite contagious. I'm not engaged, nor in a relationship, yet someone is going to come to my room and accompany me as soon as I request it.
There's causal sex in London—one-nighters and hook-ups in restrooms if we're eager. But in New York, there's only ever him. I pay, of course, as one is required to when it comes to escorts, but I suspect he'd come to me even if my money ran out. He mentioned it once as we were caught up in my sheets, that he'd come to me himself in case Zayn stopped sending him up as per my arrival.
When evening comes, once I've napped and eaten and cleaned up, I open up to see him wearing sweats and worn-out vans. There's an ease to him, an ease in his stance, in his smirk, in how he isn't trying to impress me by wearing something he's not interested in wearing—something I'm not particularly interested in him wearing. I enjoy an easy look and something I can remove and not wonder if a ripped seam is an issue.
I've never given it much thought, requesting someone new or wondered if someone might pique my interest as much as Louis, because Louis is someone made for statuary, someone who's beauty can bring cities to ruin. He's feisty and sassy and can make me—a man bigger in every aspect—whimper and surrender beneath his gaze whenever he finds it amusing to steal away my control.
When we first met a year ago, he wasn't someone I expected, not because his beauty took my breath away, but because my first and only escort wasn't him. I hadn't expected someone new. I had expected someone I had previously had, but I wasn't complaining upon seeing Louis instead.
"You usual is sick," he had said, though usual wasn't a term I had used myself, having had him only once. "If you want me, you can have me. Bend me over and get it out of your system."
"I appreciate your eagerness," I teased, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But if you want it easy, you can go again."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning easy isn't gonna cut it. If you agree, you agree to hours, not minutes. You agree to tonight, tomorrow and Sunday morning. And you agree to orgasms. Plural. There isn't any pleasure in it if you're not pleased as well. I want you hard, not bored."
He went crimson in response and gave in to me so completely I never wanted someone new again. He's mine one weekend every month. It isn't enough, but it works as it's supposed to.
"Are you gonna say something?" present Louis questions, bringing me out of my memory. "Or are you just gonna stare at me?"
"You look lovely."
"You say so every month."
"I mean it."
It's enough to bring colour into his cheeks.
