Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

One

"What did you just say to me?!" I shriek, tears threatening to well in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Miss Danton but this debt can't sit here unpaid for. Your mother has passed away, leaving her debt your responsibility," I gasp in shock. I have no money, I have nothing. How am I supposed to pay off all this debt with no money.

Mr Styles leans back in his office chair, lifting his feet up and onto his large desk. With his arms behind his head I notice the uncontrollable smirk creeping up on his face.

"I c-can't pay for that, I don't have the money for it," my body trembles, I wipe away any form of tears that build up underneath my eyes. My hands shake and I feel sick to my stomach. This is not something a person wants to hear after their mother passes away from lung cancer.

"Baby girl, you don't have a choice," my head darts up at this mans choice of pet name for me. Who does he think I am? I don't even know him.

"If I don't have the money than I don't have the-" he lifts his hand up to silence me. I obey his order without any thought and sit back in my seat allowing Mr. Styles to speak. He seems to have an uncontrollable power over me automatically, it's strange.

He pauses momentarily, not speaking nor doing anything. Just an awkward silence fills the hostile office.

"We can compromise, we can make a deal," Mr. Styles takes his feet of his desk, sitting up properly.

"Well what can you possibly do? I'm sharing a dumpy apartment with my friend and this other slut of a man, I can barely pay my part of the rent. I don't even have a sustainable full time job, I work at a fucking restaurant as a..a.." I don't finish speaking, instead I grab a tissue off Mr.Styles' desk and use it to dab underneath my swollen eyes.

"Come here," Mr. Styles says softly, he has a sudden mood change that confuses me.

"What?" I retort, looking at the business mans hand gestures. He's tapping his lap softly while biting his swollen bottom lip.

"I said come here!" He yells at me brutality. I jump in my seat at his rage, standing up and walk over along the marble floors. My second hand heels click along and I smooth out my only professional looking skirt, a black pencil skirt.

"Yes?" I say with my arms crossed over each other, standing right in front of Mr. Styles.

"Come sit here," he looks down at his lap, smirking once again.

"Excuse me?" I spit, disgusted with this devilishly attractive yet peverted man.

"Sit down, I won't hurt you."

I take a step back. Is he actually asking me to sit on his lap?

"Stop," I shake my head repeatedly, he's being ridiculous.

"But baby girl, I can get you out of all your debt," Harry reaches out and pulls me close, I awkwardly sit on his lap. I feel as if my whole body begins to tense up  feeling fiery and lit up like a Christmas tree.

Mr. Styles wraps his large hands around my waist, pulling me even closer to his body. The mintyness of his breath illuminates across my neck making my body tingle.

"Suck my dick," Mr. Styles removes his hands from my waist and unbuckles his belt.

I clear my throat, "Pardon me Mr. Styles."

"Call me Daddy," Harry whispers, gently pressing his lips to my neck softly.