When Katherine Mason takes a job as a live-in housekeeper for Harry Styles, a sexy billionaire businessman, she finds herself immersed in a world of wealth, luxury, and power. She tries her best to navigate her new surroundings and become successful...
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"Miss Mason," she heard Mr. Styles' stern voice coming from the hallway outside of her bedroom. Shit. He sounded angry.
She had just gotten ready for bed in shorts and a t-shirt when she heard him. She quickly walked toward the door and opened it, seeing him standing in the dark hallway.
"Mr. Styles?" She questioned.
"Can I speak with you?" He asked firmly. She was so confused. He never came to her room like this.
"Um, sure," she said uneasily, noticing the red satin ties he held in his hands.
"Follow me," he instructed, turning to walk down the hallway.
"Uh, okay," Katherine agreed, shutting off her bedroom light before following him across the apartment.
She watched as he opened the door of the home gym and turned to let her in.
"In here?" She asked, looking at him skeptically.
"Yes, Miss Mason. In here," he said, barely even looking her in the eyes.
"Okay," she breathed, stepping into the large mirrored room.
Mr. Styles shut the door behind them and locked it. Her insides tightened, wondering what in the hell was going on. Why did he have satin ties in his hand? Was this her punishment? Was he going to strap her to the exercise bike and force her to work out?
"What is going on, Mr. Styles?" She asked, turning toward him as he stood by the door.
"Miss Mason, are you aware there are cameras in nearly every inch of this apartment?" He asked evenly. Her insides immediately knotted up. Oh, shit.
"N-no," she stammered.
"Every room but the bedrooms and bathrooms are monitored," Mr. Styles elaborated.
She was in deep shit. She knew it. She let Liam kiss her. She kissed him back – after Mr. Styles specifically told her to stay away from him. But how – how did he find out so quickly? It was only a few hours ago.
But then it dawned on her. It must have been Mr. Harris that told him.
Her stomach turned and she swallowed hard. If Mr. Harris saw her and Liam kissing in the kitchen, then there was no telling what else he'd seen – starting with the night Mr. Styles fucked her on the kitchen table.
"Mr. Harris—" She croaked out.
"I told him to keep an eye on Liam while I was away," Mr. Styles told her.
"He's... he's seen everything, hasn't he?" She stammered, feeling almost betrayed.
"Everything?" Mr. Styles asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Yes, everything," she spat angrily at him.
"He sees what needs to be seen, Miss Mason," he retorted.
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