My Brothers Boss [h.s daddy kink]

Chapter Eight

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"Tay? What do you mean?" I said getting angry.

"Bye babe." He blew a kiss shutting the window.

What a dick move. Who does that? God I hated him. You know what I don't even know what I feel towards him anymore, one minute I hate him the next I love him.

I put my face in my hands with tears streaming down my face. He was basically making me go crazy, and I've barley known him. I've know him for what two days.

"What was that?" My mom came in asking.

"What was what?" I asked.

"That slam, like something slammed." She said confused.

"Nothing." I shrugged.

"It smells like cologne?" She said sniffing the air.

"Nope, I don't think so." I said.

"Your acting weird." She said slamming the door.

I heard a knocking on my window again. I looked over to see Molly knocking frantically.

I slipped the window open, she stepped in out of breath.

"What?!" I asked worried.

"Tay disappeared with Harry!" She said worried.

"I know." I sighed.

"She knows he's yours, right!" She asked.

"Yeah, but I don't want him." I shrugged.

"Shut the hell up, you know you do." She said angry.

"What do you want me to do!" I said stressing out.

"Get her ass back, you know she's gonna fuck him or something, she can't loose her virginity to him, plus she's 16." She said shaking her head.

"Her parents are strict the minute they find out she's gone, they're gonna loose it." She added.

"Look I don't care." I whispered.

"Do you know who fucking Harry Styles is." She said.

"Apparently not!" I said.

"Well this was a couple years ago, apparently he's changed and got himself together." She shook her head like she couldn't continue.

"He practically forced my sister into sex." She cried.

"Rape?" I asked.

"No, sort of."

"Why didn't you tell me!" I yelled.

"He does it to more easy girls, he was working you out into one!" She said letting more tears stream down her face.

"Again why didn't you tell me!" I yelled.

"Cause, I wanted you to feel good about yourself, and of course when I got far, I would stop it, but are we gonna go save that girls ass or what!" She asked.

"Who's gonna drive?" I asked.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yep you."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Yep."

"I'm 16."

"Yep, so am I."

"Who's car?" I asked.

"Your moms." Molly stated.

"Good luck." I laughed.