Precious // h.s

four

Evelyn~

"Will you cook me something?" Harry asks.

"I can try." I laugh. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Surprise me."

He hugs me from behind, his pelvis digging into my behind. Okay, he's very attached and touchy. I like that a lot. I hum in appreciation and turn my head to peck him on the lips.

I cannot cook gourmet food for my life, so, I'll stick to eating fast food or something. I shut the fridge and Harry looks at me confused because I haven't taken anything out from inside of it.

"Can we just go eat somewhere?" I ask, pouting.

"I could eat you out." He smirks and I slap his arm.

"I'm serious. Like McDonald's or something?"

"I don't eat McDonald's." Harry snorts.

Of course he doesn't. He does fine dining in luxury rooms and fancy gold and glass decor everywhere in the damn restaurant. I want to roll my eyes but then he would most likely scold me for doing so.

"Okay..." I purse my lips to the side. "Where do you suggest."

"We could go somewhere nice and fancy." Harry places his hands in my hips. "And somewhere dim." He whispers and then plants a kiss on my neck.

"But I don't have anything to wear-" and then I realise we went shopping yesterday.

Harry grins, "let's go get dressed."

I wonder if he's like this in the beginning of all his relationships. I shouldn't feel like they're some special connect between us because this is normal for him, but this is totally not normal for me.

We go upstairs into his room to get changed. I assume he's going to wear a black and white suit, being the person he is. I go for a black skin tight dress, not too short, and regular black pumps that he bought me.

I'll match with him. I get changed in the bathroom while he just changed in his walk in wardrobe. I'm not comfortable with changing in front of him. I fix up my hair and redo my lipstick before walking out of the bathroom.

I see Harry putting oh his tie and I was right. Black and white. He turns and looks at me and his jaw almost literally hits the floor and his eyes widen.

"Wow," he says. "You look, wow."

"Not too bad yourself." I smile and walk towards him.

'This is mine, okay?" He lightly squeezes and grabs my butt. "I really want to fuck you right now, but we're gonna have to wait until after dinner."

Now, I'm suddenly aching for him to be on top of me. Sex him with was like heaven. I smile to myself at the thought. He grabs my hand and we walk down the stairs.

Fortunately, I make it to the bottom without falling on my face. With the help of Harry's hand and the railing for balance. We go out of the mansion and into Harry's huge garage. This shouldn't be surprising to me, but it is.

He opts for his sleek white Ferrari. I ride an ugly Toyota everywhere. He opens the passenger door for me and I get inside. It's so low, I can barely see the road. He goes around to the drivers side.

"Remind me to buy you a new car." He says and put the keys in.

"Fuck no, you are not buying me a car."

"What did I say about swearing?" He looks at me with gritted teeth. "And I can do whatever I please."

I sigh and look out of the window as we passed brightly lit shops. I've never been to this part of London. It's very elegant, exclusive, and luxurious. Maybe that's why I've never been.

Okay, at first I was all in for this whole luxurious thing, but now I don't like him spending money on me. I do feel really guilty. I'm not using him for anything. He insists he buys the things for me and he doesn't let me protest.

Harry pulls up in front of a white and nicely bright restaurant. It's just gotten dark so it looks extremely bright. He gives the valet his keys and the valet gives him a ticket. Oh, valet. Of course Harry wouldn't park his own car if there was an option.

Harry grabs my hand as we walk inside. It was nice and quiet. A little chattering is happening so I know that I can't be too loud in here. He gets us a table and I try not to trip, in front of everyone, while walking there.

"How's this for dinner?" Harry grins, referring to this set up.

"This place is amazing." I smile at him.

He's probably taken his other 'girlfriends' here too. Why do I keep thinking I'm different from the others when I'm really not? He did all of the exact same things with them. Which means, I've got to change it up. Do different things with and/or for him.

"What're you thinking about?" Harry asks me, causing me to lift my head up from 'looking' at the menu.

"Nothing." I mumble, but give him a small reassuring smile.

We both order our food, I stuck to sparkling lemon water and peri peri chicken and Harry bought this fancy dish that I can't even begin to pronounce. Sucks not being able drink in front of him, he thinks I'm 18.

Speaking of which...

"Harry, are you 20?" I blurt.

"No, baby, 35." He tells me and I nearly spit my drink everywhere.

I thought he was way younger than that, there's 13 years between us! Christ, what the hell am I doing?

I knew Harry wanted to sit next to me in here so he could try something, but it's too bright in here and I would look so flustered and people would have noticed Harry was doing something.

"I want to rip that dress off of you, right now, right here." Harry growls quietly, taking a sip of his drink. "Hurry and eat so we can get back to my place."

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