Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It...
🌷 PATREON (for early access to chapters) — patreon.com/user?u=82988391
🌷 INSTAGRAM LINK (for updates) — https://www.instagram.com/unabashedgirl?igsh=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr
🌷TUMBLR (for any other piece I've written) — https://unabashegirl.tumblr.com/
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The newly wedded couple had been tempted to hire Daniel Caesar to sing at their wedding. He seemed the best out of the bunch for the occasion. Claire had been in love with his music for quite some time. Jasper had even bought her tickets for a few of his concerts. He had even accompanied her for the first two times. With this in mind, when their wedding planner asked for them to choose the music or the band. They instantly thought of no one more perfect for the job. However, the man had previous commitments and couldn't personally attend the Beauchamp wedding. Therefore, the couple had to settle on the best next thing, they hired a band that could sing them their favorite songs by him.
Caesar's loving lyrics and the vocalist tone smoothness of his voice provoked the wedding guest to dance.
Harry held her close as possible they swayed to Japanese Denim (go listen to it while you read). The couple had managed to avoid any more awkward and unpleasant conversations with any more wedding guests.
Harry could smell the intoxicating scent of her sweet perfume, which numbed his senses. It was deliciously enough to make him want to take her right there and then. She pressed her soft lips against the side of his neck, right above the collar of his white shirt.
Harry felt a cold shiver run down his back. He exhaled heavily trying to alleviate the temptation that surged within him to drag her to the nearest bathroom and have his way with her. He was surprised and proud of himself that he had managed to last this long. He abstained from telling anything to her about it, but her outfits to lounge around the room always did things to him. It was always something different, shorts short enough to show him the base of her round backside, her matching silk sets, or the extra-large shirts. Cold showers had become a routine for him. A habit that only proved to him how perverted his mind was when it came to her.
"They are so in love" Y/N whispered as she got a glimpse of the newlyweds. They danced close to the couple. Y/N couldn't help admiring the loving looks that they shared. It was as if they were the only ones in the room. Harry had seen them, but he was too focused on the woman before him to pay any further attention.
"Do yeh ever want to get married, Y/N?" He asked out of curiosity. Harry knew it was something that he had always wanted but feared. Mostly because he had witnessed the relationship that his parents shared and how it always hung from a threat. He had never shared it with anyone. Nor did he looked like the type of man to ever want it, but nothing would make him happiest than to build a home with a significant other.
