Coach Styles |HS|

5.

"Monica will you please clear those tables in the back."

I nodded, wiping my hands on my apron and making my way out of the kitchen. The restaurant was packed tonight, the constant chatter of coming and going families filling my ears as I made my way toward the back. I smiled at everyone who smiled at me, I waved a few people goodbye, and finally made it toward the tables. "Excuse me?" A soft voice called tapping my shoulder. I turned around to be met with a blonde woman, her green eyes staring into mine lightly as she smiled. "My niece spilled something. I'm so sorry for bothering you-"

"It's no bother." I said following her toward her table. A little brown-haired girl was sat on the table, her chubby fingers picking at the mess of ketchup and fries dead in the middle. The man in front of her scolded her quietly, pulling her off of the table and into this lap. "I'll just need a few napkins." I said going to the napping dispenser and grabbing a wad of napkins.

"I'm so sorry she-Monica?"

"Coach Styles?" I gulped, tightening my hand around the napkins and staring dead in his eyes. The little girl, who I'm guessing is his daughter, was still in his lap licking ketchup off of her fingers. I closed my mouth and began placing the napkins on top of the mess. "It's a big mess." I chuckled nervously.

"I'm sorry." The woman apologized again. "It's her birthday and she's hyper off cake. We're so very sorry."

"Really, it's fine." I said scooping up the mess and carrying it to the trash can. "You guys have a great night!" I called waving at them. Harry was still staring at me when I looked back and my insides quivered. His eyes were hooded and his lower lip was taken between his teeth lightly. "Christ." I swallowed walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter.

"Monica someone is asking for you." Daisy said raising an eyebrow at me and pointing to the kitchen door.

"Who?" I asked already knowing the answer. My eyes peeked out of the small window on the door and I spotted his impatient face. "Tell him I'm busy." I said biting my lip.

"Like hell I'll let you blow him off." She said grabbing my arm and pushing me toward the door. "Make sure you get his number." She whispered before kicking open the door and sending me out of it. I ran a quick hand through my hair, swallowing and looking up at him. His eyes were on me for a minute before my back suddenly hit the wall and his lips came crashing on mine.

"Fuck." He cursed placing his hands beside my head on the wall. "When does your shift end?" He asked peppering kisses across my jaw.

"8:30." I panted placing a hand on his chest. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at the time before shoving it back in his pocket.

"An hour and 45 minutes isn't long. I'll come back and then I'll take you somewhere for the night." he said kissing me once more, His hand coming down to grip my ass before he pulled away. "I can't wait to f.uck this ass of yours, Jesus Christ." He said squeezing again before walking away from me. I stood there wide eyed as he walked to his children and the blonde woman before exiting the restaurant.

Daisy wasn't in the kitchen when I returned and I thanked God that she hadn't seen the encounter between us. My heart was racing as I thought back on his words; he was planning on coming back here to get me and I had no way of getting out of it. My mom and the kids were out at my grandparents house and I stayed behind for work. I had no more lies up my sleeve to escape him. I just had to face this.

As my shift ended and I hung up my apron, I took a big breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. I pushed the door open and of course he was here, leaning up against his car, smoking a cigarette. He threw the bud down as he saw me, his lips curling upwards and his eyes glinting under the street lights. Once I was in front of him his arm snaked around my waist and I was pulled against him. "Mm," he hummed pressing his lips to mine and sliding his tongue inside of my mouth. I could taste the freshly smoked cigarette on my buds and I tried not to gag. His hands were already on my ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers and pulling me harder against him. "Come on." He said slapping my ass and pushing me away gently.

The ride to wherever he was taking me was silent for the most part except for occasional humming on Harry's end. I wanted everything to be done and over with so I can go home and shower. I wanted it to be as quick as he could make it, but I knew that this night would be a long one once he got on the freeway and drove 30 minutes past my house. "Where are we going?" I asked slightly panicking.

"I have a home just a bit outside of the city. I want you to myself the entire night with no interruptions." He said placing his hand on my thigh. My skin heated up as I looked down at his large hands, his rings illuminated by the passing street lights. Just when I thought I wouldn't feel guilty, guilt wormed its way back inside of me once again as I spotted his wedding band.

"Do you ever feel guilty?" I blurted without thinking. I closed my eyes right and took a big breath. "I mean-"

"No, I know what you mean." He said smiling lightly. "And the answer is no."

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips at the sound of that. How could he not feel guilty? How could he cheat on his wife and not feel a single ounce of guilt? "You could lose your family if your wife found out." I pointed out the obvious.

"The things we risk when we give into temptation." He chuckled dryly.