Precious // h.s

one

Evelyn~

I guess he's gonna be my sugar daddy because he seems quite old. He just has that lifestyles do mindset as a sugar daddy would. He's no where near my age, if not, maybe a few years older than me I would say. He didn't look old to me, at least.

All I know he's not creepy, unhappy, and married man but there's always a possibility he's married and hasn't told me this. All I remember is hearing the words;

"Give me sex and your time and I'll buy you anything you want, baby."

Then, me putting my number into his phone.

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Evelyn~

I'm not nervous at all. It's my first day going to Harry's and I suppose I have to live with him soon? Or stay with him most days. I've seen Fifty Shades of Grey before, maybe it's like that.

If my friends ever ask me who he is to me, I'm never gonna say a sugar daddy. Why would I ever want to be judged for taking someone's money by having sex with them.

He's quite attractive, too. I don't mind having him on top of me with a blindfold on. Maybe he has some sort of kink. A bdsm rich lifestyle, I like. As I step out of my car in front of his big house, I fix my outfit.

I ring the doorbell and there's lights lit everywhere inside. I can see them from the large glass windows. It's amazingly nice in there. The doorknob twists and the door opens. Harry appears in the doorway and a smile comes across his face.

"Look who showed up." He smirks.

I thought I would be happy by this man, but strangely, I'm not.

"Come on in, baby." Harry opens the door wider.

Pet names already? I walk through and gape around the place. Harry smiles at my recent reaction. I wish I had the luxurious life, but no, I'm living off of coupons and my working parents' money.

"Look around all you want." Harry tells me. "The bedroom is the most important room."

Once he said that, I was aching to see what his room looks like. I assume it's the master suite and by the looks of the foyer, it's gonna be fucking amazing. He grabs my hand and takes me up two more flights of stairs.

I'm surprised I didn't pass out. Cheerleading was the closest thing I ever did to sports. I really didn't like cheerleading, but I wanted to do it because my ex-boyfriend was a high school football player.

There's two giant doors in front of us and Harry opens one of the gold handles, exposing the glorious room. Black and red. I would've thought it'd be like gold and white. Hm, maybe this isn't like Fifty Shades of Grey at all.

"Holy shit." I say and Harry glares at me.

Did I do something wrong already? I worriedly look at him as he opens his mouth to say something.

"Women don't curse." He scolds me.

So I can't swear in this house? It's my signature move to curse at everything. How am I supposed to handle not yelling fuck if I stub my toe on one of these feet pieces of the bed?

"Have you ate lunch yet?" Harry asks me.

"If you consider frozen food dinner, then yes." I smile cheekily.

His lips thin, "frozen dinners. That won't do anymore. Are you staying the night?"

Well, he's quite a curious one isn't he. He keeps swarming questions at me. A girl can only take on so much.

"I mean, if you want me to." I say and successfully don't stutter.

"Of course I do." He squeezes my hand. "We can start tonight. The basics." He whispers.

Oh god. Am I prepared for this? Am I willing to do this? Of course I'm willing to do this with him. He's fucking hot.

"When we wake up tomorrow, we can go shopping. Fix your wardrobe." He looks me up and down. "And we can get you some nice gifts, too."

I look down at my outfit. I don't think it's that bad. A black leather jacket with a white shirt, blue jeans, and Adidas superstars. He probably wears underwear that cost more than my rent.

"Can I ask how many women have done this with you? Well being their sugar daddy."

"Three. Not many. They're long relationships. I don't do any of those whips and canes and shit." He laughs. "I just want normal sex in many positions. Not all of the add-ons."

Oh, thank god. I quiet my breathing and steady it. Some of my nerves that were flying all over the place, are now settled.

"Want to look around more?" Harry asks.

I nod my head, "yes, please."

He smiles and then leads me around the house, never letting go of my hand. He shows me the enormous kitchen, the billiard too, and the theatre room. I'm so amazed by all of this space.

I live in a one bedroom apartment. I don't care what I got, I just wanted to move out of my parents' place. They run on strict rules and I do sometimes feel bad for my younger sister.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep or have sex?" Harry asks me, looking at me with his head slightly tilted.

I slight blush, some definite colour coming to my cheeks, "can we, you know, tomorrow?"

Harry puts his thumb and forefinger on my chin, coming closer to me. My heart rate begins to increase rapidly.

"Don't be shy. Not around me." Harry says and I nod, mutely.

We go back to his room, together. When we get inside, Harry digs through his walk in wardrobe and gets a large white t-shirt. He holds it out to me. Oh, he's expecting me to wear it. Right.

"Thank you." I smile.

"I'm gonna go shut off all the lights. Make yourself cozy." He tells me.

Once he leaves, I slip of my clothes quickly and put on his overlarge shirt. It falls to my knees. I kept my bra and panties on. I don't usually sleep with my bra on. I don't know if that's not normal, but I don't.

I kick my clothing into a ball pile, discarded in the corner of his room. I'll just wear that again tomorrow for when we go shopping. Harry returns and grins at me, scanning my body and I turn self conscious.

"Mmm, something about you in my clothing." Harry says and them pulls his shirt over his head by the neck.

He seems to be the one making the conversation first. That'll have to change sometime because I'm always the conversation starter. He takes off his jeans and replaces the, with basketball shorts. Oh.

"You're gonna see it soon anyway. Perhaps tomorrow." He gets into bed and pats the spot next to him. "Sleep next to me."

I walk over and crawl into bed next to him. I guess I'm a little more comfortable with him now. His bed smells nice. It smells of him. Harry turns on the TV to a random channel. I think he's watching a movie.

He puts his arm around me and moves me closer. I want to sleep. It's only 10, but all of a sudden I felt tired. Harry's hand rests on my behind and my eyes widen. I have to remember that he's gonna be this touchy.

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