Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I woke up early today, on the morning of Harlow's birthday.
When I left her office a week ago, I searched for the best bakery in the city and ordered a cake for her. A red velvet cake. Luckily, the bakery I contacted understood my order correctly and told me the cake would be ready to pick up this morning. Last night, I made sure to book a ride from the mansion into the city with one of the guards, and now I'm on the way to pick up the cake I ordered.
I decided on a red velvet cake with a simple circle shape. I insisted that the icing was a creamy white colour and wasn't all too sweet. I told the lady on the phone to make it simple but pretty, with a little gold decorating the cake, and that all I wanted on the top was 'Happy Golden Birthday, Harlow!'
She's turning twenty-seven on the twenty-seventh of February, what a coincidence. Unfortunately, my golden birthday occurred before I even knew what a golden birthday was.
We left the mansion this morning at 8:30 AM, and once we arrived in the city, it was already 10 AM.
I only needed to pick up the cake at one spot in the city, along with a gift from the shopping centre. I figured I might as well get Harlow a gift too. She deserves it.
My first stop was the gift. We drove down to the shopping centre and parked up, then left to go inside. The guard who drove me to the city followed me around, however, made it quite unnoticeable. I walked around the shopping centre, scanning all of the shops and thinking about what I could get Harlow. I didn't have a gift in mind when I came here, but I knew I wanted to get her something I knew she'd like.
After a little walk around the centre, my eyes landed on a lingerie shop. Maybe I'll find something there. The shop seemed pretty big, so surely I could find something for Harlow. However, whatever it was, I'd probably have to let her open it in private.
I walk inside of the shop, browsing at first. Do I get her a set, or is that too much? I mean... I am Harlow's girlfriend. Girlfriends do these things for each other right? Plus, she's bought me things before, the least I could do is return the favour. One time, she paid for a huge amount of lingerie I chose and never said another word about it.
I browse the lingerie set section, looking over all the colours and small details to try and pick out something I think Harlow would like. My eyes land on a black lingerie set. It's a beautiful lace set with some additional strapping on the bra to enhance the look of it on the body. The matching underwear share the same pretty, delicate lace, which would look perfect on Harlow.
I feel my cheeks heat up at the thought of her wearing the set. Oh my god, Elodie, stop it.
I reach for the tag to look for the correct size. Harlow isn't the only one who can be smart. The first time she ever bought me a piece of lingerie, she knew my size. I figured out that when we were... doing things together, she took a second to check my sizes before taking my bra and panties off. So I did the same with her.
