The C.E.O's Assistant //h.s

Chapter 4

"Charlie!"

"What?!"

"Come here!"

Charlie scowled in annoyance as she got up. Why didn't Mr.Styles just call her? That way he wouldn't have to yell. Her office was right next to his, she sometimes leaves her door open and when he talks normally she can still hear him so the yelling is unnecessary.

"Yes?" She asks, standing in front of him.

"Did you make reservations at my favorite Italian restaurant?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, thanks." He waves her off. "That's all."

"You do realize you could've just called me, right? That way I wouldn't have wasted time in walking all the way over here."

"I wanted to see your lovely face while we talked. Don't think I don't know that you make faces at me whenever I ask you to do something through the phone." He had a little smirk on his face when Charlie scowled.

She rolled her eyes. "Bye Mr.Styles," she turns around to leave but he stops her.

"I almost forgot, I want you to go over these papers and them graph them." He pulls out a small pile of folders from his desk drawer.

Charlie was now standing in front of him again. "Okay, I'll give them to you tomorrow."

"I want them now."

"Um it's already eight, I was supposed to leave at seven..." Elliot could be waiting for her at home, she has to hurry.

"I'm telling you to do it now," his eyes seemed to challenge Charlie to disobey him and she didn't like it one bit.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm doing it tomorrow." She replaced her worried expression with one of annoyance.

Harry stood up and took a step towards her, their chests touching. He gripped her jaw making her look up at him. His hot breath hit her lips when he quietly spoke. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?"

Charlie couldn't deny that she enjoyed how rough he was being, his harsh touch sending waves of pleasure all the way down to her pulsing core. Her excitement wasn't enough to stop her from worrying about Elliot.

"Yes, sir."

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"Oh good, your here." Mr.Styles sighed in relief when Charlotte handed him his coffee along with some type of cookie. "Why are you late?"

"Traffic," she lied. Elliot didn't want her to leave his side.

"This is your first and only warning, understood?" Charlie breathed in deeply, trying not to snap. She wasn't in the mood to be scolded.

"Yeah, whatever." She left a stack of documents on his desk. On her way out she heard Mr.Styles speak. "Watch your f.ucking attitude."

She scowled and made sure to slam the door shut on her way out. What happened last night with Elliot had her in a bad mood. He showed up at her door with a purple bruise on his cheek. He said he hit himself with his bike and gave her a toothy grin and asked if she could make him pop tart.

She tugged on her hair as she thought. Was he getting bullied in school? Did he actually hit himself with his bike? She didn't know what to do. She decided to stop worrying, she was really stressed out.

She needed to relieve some tension. She wanted to shove her hand down her panties but she couldn't risk getting caught. Charlie smirked, liking the idea of getting caught by Mr.Styles. The thrill of having him walk in on her made her core throb.

She caressed her own thigh, slowly inching her hand towards her dripping p.ussy. From her office, she could hear Mr.Styles walking. She just hoped he would walk in on her.

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I suck at writing like I get so motivated like at 3 am and then I get lazy

Sorry if this sucked

Have a nice day!!

- d