Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 21

His view.

There's something about Cassidy that's different from other girls. I'm not sure why I'm surprised. I noticed a special quality in her from the moment I saw her enter the room at the museum. There's something about her that makes me want to get to know her better. There's several times in the day that I find myself staring at her, wondering what her story is. Who is she? I want to get to know her better. I want to know why she was at the museum. Does she love art as much as I do? I want to touch her and hold her. I enjoy watching her. And I hate that I enjoy it.

When we get back to the hotel, I'm excited. More excited than I should be. More excited than I normally am when it comes to a weekend of debauchery. Then she gives me the look. The look that tells me she's excited as well. The look that tells me she trusts me. That she had a good day. The look that tells me she thinks that this is going somewhere. I feel my whole body go cold as I realize that the day has been too perfect.

I stand in front of her and run my fingers along her collarbone. "Just so you know, this is one night and one night only. You won't see me again after tonight." My words sound harsh, even to myself, and I wait for her to run out of the room in tears. However, all she's doing is nod lightly. Her eyes darken, but she remains staring at me, accepting my words. I grow angry. I want a response from her.
"Answer me." I stare into her eyes and lean into her. "Do you understand?"
"I understand." Her voice sounds annoyed and I try not to smile when I hear her mumble something about asshole. If she only knew how correct she is.

The sex is hotter than I thought it was gonna be. Cassidy gives herself with abandon and she lets go as I fuck her. My dick's hard when I think about how wet she is as I enter her. I can hear her whimpers in my ear, and I can feel her fingernails as they scratch down my back. I close my eyes as I think back to her touching me when she was sleeping. She cried out my name and woke me up as her fingers squeezed and teased me. My body reacted in one way and my brain panicked. I've been rude on purpose. I knew she wouldn't appreciate me insinuating, she's a prostitute, but I can't stop myself. I don't want her to become attached to me, and I know that women attached after sex. I want her to know that I'm off-limits. I'm not the good guy.
I'm just a virile guy who wants her. I have to convince her  of that as badly as I need to remind myself.