Kiss or Kill H.S

4. Resistance

"Move out of my way, before I put these heels to good use, and pierce them through your skull."

PRESENT DAY 

My heels graze the floor, slicing through the serene environment. My leather jacket clinging to my body, sinfully. Each step, the eyes follow for my delight. All the wide eyes lay surveying me. I breathe in the attention, the fear, and exhale pleasure. Sadistic pleasure surges knowing that I'm feared. The more the fear pours, the more I feel alive and awake. The ruthless queen back to her throne, Styles Corp.

"Ms. Edwards," she gulps, as I head her way.

Guess we can skip introductions.

"The one and only," I pronounce, with my knowing smirk.

The fear and panic within her wide eyes and pale face, tells me she was warned. He must of warned her of the devil in front of her. Knowing Harry, he probably had my face plastered on a most wanted sign, offering millions to have my head chopped off and fed to the dogs. Where's the fun in that?

"How may I help you?" she asks formally, trying to mask her nervousness. My eyes begin analyzing the women in front of me, a habit I have formed since knowing Harry. Her blonde hair, perfectly straightened, framing her face. My eyebrows furrow as my eyes follow her low cut white blouse. Her eyes tell me she was probably fantasizing; The big hotshot CEO seduced by his secretary to wretchedness. This will definitely not go like the books. Poor thing. She just made it to my hit list

"Tell Harry I'm here to see him," I demand, impatiently.

"He's in a meeting," She quickly declares.

"Cancel it."

"I can't," she panics. "Ms. Edwards..."

I ignore her protests, as I begin walking away from her and closer to him. She is fast on her feet as she hesitantly blocks my way. She must be naturally blonde. Does she not know who she is messing with?

My eyes pierce through her. "Listen, I don't have time for this." I lower my voice and vindictively exclaim, "Move out of my way, before I put these heels to good use and pierce them through your skull."

**

There he is, waiting for me at the end of the hall. He seems to be pacing, pushing his fingers like angry claws through his hair. Security must've warned him of my presence. He was foolish to think someone would be able to hold me back. I always get what I want.

"Come in, Lana," he angrily puffs, as he holds the door open.

"What a gentlemen," I state, playfully. He closes the door behind him. "Glad you let me in. Just imagine your face plastered on the Sunrise." He turns to me, his eyes shooting daggers. "The headline reads Rich, Dirty, Criminal."

The look of evil in his eyes, ignites me. "Don't threaten me, Lana," he remarks, bitterly. "You and I will both go down if you ever try."

"I love you Harry. I would never be capable of doing anything that would hurt you," I confess, truthfully. "Never," I repeat.

He can't seem to believe my words. Doesn't he understand that I'm risking my life for him? If that's not love, I don't know what love is. I try to reach for him, but he hastily distances himself from me, moving closer to the window. I take a seat on top of his table.

"I hope you came here to tell me you booked the next flight out." His eyebrows draw together as he widens his stance threateningly.

I groan, tired of the resistance. Why won't he give in? I have never been so tortured. The distance between us is unbearable. I act on impulse, and push him on the chair. My body moans as I possessively sit on his lap. Our eyes meet and the lust can't be hidden. It can never be hidden. "That's not what you want," I whisper seductively.

No matter how many times he denies it, his feelings haven't changed."What game are you playing?" he questions me.

"Why? Want to play?" I playfully twirl my hair.

His eyes close, denying himself of his feelings and desires. "Leave."

"I miss you," I confess, shakily. I breathe in his smell, of the man I hatefully love. He doesn't respond. He never can. He battles a fight within himself since I came back. He resists me; our love.

I rock my hips into his, looking for a response. If he can't say the words back to me, I need to feel it from his body. I need to know that he still wants me. I feel it. I feel his love, as he hardens under me and moans. Our eyes never leave each other's. We are each other's weakness. The look in his eyes, is love and hate, and simply addicting. His eyes remind me why I am here. This love consumes me. I recklessly give in.

I remember the past that I can't seem to let go of. "You know if this was like old times, all these papers would be on the floor by now," I smirk. I miss those days tremendously. He would sinfully possess my body everywhere and anywhere. I can't wonder about her. Does she make love this intense? Does she make him bleed passion?

We both are consumed by the moment, consumed with each other. He closes the space between us. I hold my breath and my heart speeds up, watching in delicious agony, the need of love exploded within me. I wait for hoping for his lips. His hands curl around me, big hands around my neck and he bends to breathe me in. I don't need to hear the words. His nose is buried in my hair, as he drags in a long, deep inhale.

Suddenly, his hands fist my hair and violently, he pushes my body off of his. "Things have changed. Get that through your head," he states coldly, as my heart breaks yet again. "I love her."

Our love is a vicious circle of back and forth. We are torn between our heads and our hearts. We are torn between hating ourselves and loving the person that makes us utterly weak and helpless. Sometimes I let it. I let it in selflessly. I let my love for him slaughter me endlessly. I'd rather be next to him, breathing his scent and hearing his raspy voice, as he painfully tortures and humiliates me, than be without him.

I can't look him in the eyes after he ruthlessly rips my heart from my chest. My eyes meet a photograph of her laying on his desk. Love, hate. Such a fine line. I lash out in pure fury, as I take the picture in my trembling hands. I am impulsive and reckless, simply a women in love, as the picture of her flies across the room to the window behind him. He quickly dodges his head as the glass shatters inches away from him. The roaring noise is enough to send his secretary racing in. as I make my way to the exit.

"Things may change, but you and I never will," I spit out.

A/N Hope you guys enjoyed the heartbreak with me. What do you guys think of the two sides of Lana? What are your thoughts on Harry? Enjoy that sexy gif ; of our heartbreaker. ;)