His Demands

Chapter Seven: Now you see me?

Monday morning was hectic I woke up late at six thirty deciding to go with wavy hair, ripped jeans and crop top sweater. So I jumped into the shower washing away any signs of sleep before heating up my wand. I waved my hair, making sure I did it in the way the salon stylist had taught me to, before doing my make up. Which consisted of eyeliner and mascara with a hint of colored lip gloss. After that I put on my outfit and kept my glasses on,since I wasn't trying to become a different person, just maybe a prettier version of myself. I felt good in my outfit, but then when  I rechecked the texts on my phone, I saw one was  from the boss man saying how he needed me in the office and how he had already cleared it wth the school.

Stupid self made billionaire.

To Mr. Styles: I'm on my way

From Mr. Styles: don't forget to bring coffee

To Mr. Styles: don't you mean tea?

From Mr. Styles: just bring it!

I huffed throwing my phone into my purse, while slipping out of the ripped jeans and sweater, glad that I had thought to set out my office outfit. Quickly I slip it on, enjoying the classy simplicity of it, yet still looking fashionable. It was a rusty red pencil skirt that stopped just above my knees, matched with a basic rusty red crop top that showed a bit of my belly. Feeling that this was the best that I could do in such a short period of time I hurried to slip on my black heels before rushing out. Checking my watch I had about twenty minutes to get into the office, figuring I'd just make tea there I sped through traffic feeling a bit dangerous and made it just in time as the elevator was about to close.

I smoothed down my skirt and fluffed my hair before checking my phone for the schedule Mr. Styles had sent me, I rolled my eyes as he felt the need to put in bathroom breaks, what an idiot. Quickly I walk into the office with a steaming cup of tea to see him pacing and when he saw me he let out a sigh before taking the cup of coffee, and that  was it.

He didn't say anything about how I looked, no instead he just went back to sipping the tea I made him. Wow I can't help but feel super disappointed I mean he said I was a plane jane, and now he couldn't even give me the satisfaction of him looking at least a little impressed. But then i remembered the blonde that was his fiancé? Or girlfriend and it all made since she was gorgeous after all.

So I went out got myself some vitamin water and walked back into the office and started working. There were so many papers and after sorting them the stacked load became a lot easier. We had been working for about an hour, when the door was opened and the smell of cheap cologne wafted in. Looking I was surprised to see a very big man. He wasn't fat, he was burly, and tall with a huge mustache.

"Hi sir how may I help you?" I stumbled a bit as I made my way towards him, he took me in and a huge grin made its way on his face.

"Well hello gorgeous, I'm Stevie" he chuckles his whole stomach bounces as he does.

"Ms. Johnson please go get me a refill and Stevie a steaming cup of coffee. Stevie it's so good to see you shall we talk?" Harry gets up.

He's patting old Stevie on the back before sending me a shooing motion without out even without looking at me. I huff before going to find the kitchen, maybe I should've applied for a barista job instead, there would be much less paper work. Sighing I finish making their drinks before heading into to the office, Stevie is sitting at the couch in the far back a office, while Harry is staring out the window. I hand Stevie his drink before moving to set Harry's down on his desk.

"Is that all sir?" I ask already backing out of his more private office.

Finally he looks at me, his eyes widen, and he bites down on his lower lip. Taking in my outfit and the heels, I give a little twirl before arching an eyebrow at him, trying not to let the smugness show. He clears his throat before shaking his head and sending me back to work. Ha! Serves that jerk right for saying I was plain. Oh feeling confident I danced around his office a bit before sitting back down and getting to work.

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It was about time to go to him, and I was sitting with my legs crossed staring up at the ceiling bored out of my mind. I'd finished with all the work given to me, and had even asked for the assignment he left for the other kids in his class but he said I didn't need to worry about it. I'd gotten him so much tea I was sure he was going to explode and die. I wrinkled my nose imagining the gross image before twirling around in my seat.

"Are you having fun?" His raspy voice reaches me.

I stop feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um no sir?" I ask more then respond.

"Come here" he crooks a finger at me.

I get up slowly walking towards him as his heated gaze locks onto my own. I gulp, making my way over to his side he grabs me, pulling me impossibly closer, to where I'm pressed tightly against his body.

"I quite like you're new outfit love" he whispers.

While his hand rub my back up and down, moving dangerously lower, before he hooks a thumb in the top of my skirt.

"Thank you mr. Styles" I squeak

He laughs before pulling away from me, he eyes my up and down again, causing the blood to rush to my cheeks, his eyes are too expressive.

Think this one is boring as well sorry it's taking me a bit of time to get into this story I so hope you enjoy though lovelies comment and vote ❤️