Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[sixteen]

Harry.

He knew Jackson Kingsley was a major owner of this business, but he had never thought of Ashton being his daughter. It was when he called to report a cubical being fired did he put two and two together.

His heart sunk and his mind raced. He knew Ashton's father could get her into a good spot. Plus a CFO was needed in this company. Other workers just weren't cut out for it. Ashton was a smart girl, he knew that behind the blonde hair and large breasts she was beyond average. Why wouldn't her father want the best for her?

Another plus of her possibly becoming CFO was the business meetings and such. She would be expected to attend and that would mean more time with her. Harry didn't know what pushed him, but he knew he had to when her over.

She was hard to crack, but last week at her apartment he knew she'd opened up the smallest bit. It made his heart speed at the thought.

A knock sounded at his apartment door and a smile spread across his face. She was finally here. She was here so Harry could help her prep for her exam. He remembers doing it himself years back.

He walks the door, opening it up to see her small figure waiting. She glanced up at him blankly, the smirk never leaving his face. "Don't be so smug, I'm not staying long," she mutters, pushing him aside.

He shut the door and followed after her into his living area. "I think you'll stay longer than you plan," he replies cockily. She scoffs but that only boosts his ego.

She sits down on his couch, pulling the coffee table closer to her and sits down the books she had that her father had given her.

She'd previously worked in a cubicle until her and Nick had met. He was so interested in her when he went straight to the top that he removed her from her original job and made her his assistant.

Sure, it payed less than working in those awful cubicles but she was happier with Nick. Closer to the middle of their relationship is when things begin to get bad. Work built up his stress and he'd take it out on her. He'd apologize later but that didn't take back his actions.

"Ashton," Harry begged for the hundredth time. She snapped her head quickly at the panic in Harry's voice. Her eyes were just as wide as his as they searched each other's face for some kind of sign. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just zoned out a bit," she mutters, forcing a small smile and a fake laugh.

He sits beside her, eyes never leaving her face. "What are you thinking about?" He asks.

She ignores his question, "Do you have water?"

He watches her swallow thickly, her face told it all. She was obviously distracted more today than usual. He leaves the room to get up and bring her a glass of water.

She takes small sips from it as they practice pretest questions and packets full of business information. Her mind wasn't focused and she knew she would screw it up. But, even if she did pass this thing, would she really want this job?

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"Thanks again," she mumbles, blushing lightly. Harry had obviously had a cup of cockiness before she arrived, his flirt was definitely on and she wasn't falling for it.

"You are very welcome," he replies, standing up and closing all of her books and things. "You can stay if you want. I'm getting hungry, I'm about to make some dinner."

She smiles, even though she doesn't want to. "Harry, I need to go home. I'm sure my cat is hungry also," she reaches for her books on the table, but Harry takes her hand in his.

"Stay with me," he insists, giving her an innocent face that she couldn't resist. She looks away from his eyes, thinking how to get out of it. "Ashton."

She looks back up at him and he takes a step closer. He releases her hand and puts both of his on either side of her face. His eyes bore into hers. Her smaller hand rests on his on her cheek.

He leans forward, noses brushing. His curls tickle at her forehead and hairline. She steps up on her tiptoes as if to give him more access.

He pushes her onto the ground, climbing on top of her. "Nick, Nick, please," she cries. He growls, eyes growing darker. He ignores her begs and pleas, forcefully kissing her. "Nicholas, please. You know you don't want to do this."

He smacks her harshly, tears freely falling. He pins her hands above her head. "You're such a whore. Show me how much of whore you are," he growls. He hastily tugs her clothes off as she kicks and pushes, trying her best to stop him.

"Nick," she cries. He ignores her, harshly yanking his pants down once she's fully naked. He slams himself into her as he lays on top of her to hold her down. She cries out and begs but he doesn't hear her. He doesn't have any shame as he takes the only innocence she has left.

"You know you'll always love me."

She drops, flatfooted. "Harry," she whispers, ripping from his grip and backing away. She grabs her books quickly, tears pricking her eyes. "I- Bye," she mumbles.

"Ashton-"

She pushes him out of the way, leaving his apartment before he could even catch up. Was this too soon? He wanted this, surely she did too. Maybe she didn't really like him in the way he had thought.

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951 words not including the a/n. Ikik I'm amazing. I'm on my way to the beach! >.<

Thanks for reading. I hope you liked this chapter. It gives a little background on Nick. Dirty douche.

This wasn't edited so if it sucks I'm sorry.