Dangerous Woman

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Tennis lessons... They weren't my choice, I have my gorgeous mother to thank for those.

The only reason I continue going three times a week every summer is because my instructor just so happens to be Devon Styles, sex god Harry's father. Sometimes Harry will come to the country club and either play tennis with his father or swim in the over sized pool and I can't say I don't like watching him do either.

It was twenty past four in the afternoon when Harry finally decided to make an appearance, the only issue being that my lesson was over in ten minutes so I didn't have much time to tease him senseless.

Over the week he had been playing more hard to get then I was and I wasn't having it. It's his turn to desire something he can't have.

He slowly started walking towards us, cutting through the courts instead of walking around them like most people do. It was now that I mentally thanked myself for wearing a pair of my nicer, more expensive lingerie sets.

He rested his shoulder against the fence that wrapped around the quad, his muscular arms tightly crossed across his chest causing the all to familiar heat to pool in my southern region.

"Harry, would you mind finishing off this lesson for me? I actually have a very important phone call to make." Devon didn't even wait for his response. He just handed Harry his racket and left.

"Can you even hit the ball?" Harry's low voice sounded from across the net.

I smirked at him, abruptly doing a half spin so the back of my skirt flapped up with the unexpected gust of wind and walked further down the court, silently challenging him.

When I turned around to face him again he had that all too familiar smirk on his lips and the devil in his eyes.

Here we go.

Harry retrieved a ball from the ground and positioned himself before bouncing it on the spot a few times. He then looked me straight in the eyes as he took in a deep breath and released it, tossing the ball into the air and letting his fathers racket hit it over the net. It bounced right in front of me so I backed up one step before hitting it with little effort.

Our match was starting to get pretty heated and it just made me more determined to win. I think that was what our issue was. Neither of us liked to lose. So if I managed to snatch him up then he loses, and if he managed to keep me away then I lose. It was like an unspoken game that we just understood.

Finally I managed to hit the ball to the opposite side of the court to Harry, and much to his dismay, he simply just wasn't fast enough to hit it back.

Content with my win, I dropped my racket and started doing my 'triumph dance' which happened to be a series of swaying hips, twirling, and hands in the air. After my little moment I flicked my hair over my shoulder, picked up my racket while of course making sure that he could see up my not so modest skirt and started sauntering away towards the locker rooms. I was just showing him what he's missing out on.

I had just finished removing my skin tight sports crop top when I was rudely pushed against the lockers, my back making hard contact with the surface. Harry had his hands leaned against the lockers on either side of my head, trapping me where I was.

We stood staring at each other for a few seconds before I pretended to act bored. I rolled my eyes and sighed out loud, bending one of my legs so I could rest my foot up against the locker behind me.

"What do you want Harry?" My voice was monotonous yet still on the verge of being flirtatious.

We were so close in proximity that it was almost overwhelming... almost.

"I know what you're playing at Valancia, and you should know that it won't work." Harry's voice was so calm it was almost eerie and made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"I don't know what you're talking about Harry," I said mockingly to try and knock the edge away from our conversation. "You're the one in the girls locker room."

He cocked his eyebrows at me, leaning in even closer. His left hand removed itself from the locker and started trailing from my shoulder down to my waist where it took a tight hold of me and pulled me into his body with such a force that the air was knocked from my lungs.

"You're the biggest tease I've ever met Val, and that's really saying something." Our noses were brushing against one another and it almost hurt to look him in the eyes any longer.

"I may have been teasing you at some point... But I got bored of waiting and found something better." I lied through my teeth, but I had too if I wanted to gain his interest.

Harry scoffed at my statement, obviously not buying it.

"Mm, that's a little hard to believe since I'm as good as it gets." He seemed so sure of his words, like he knew nobody else could ever measure up to him. We were alike in more ways then we'd like to admit.

"I believe his names Preston... oh now let me think, this one always slips my mind... Oh yes, Preston Styles. You might know him actually?" My voice was full of mockery but seeing that cocky smirk fall from his face was all the satisfaction I needed.

"You're joking." He laughed like it was some joke, which it was, but he didn't need to know that.

"No. Why would I be? Can't have the younger brother, then you go for the older brother. It's logical." Part of me believed that was true, especially when you're dealing with a family with such remarkable genes as the Styles's.

He seemed to take a moment to recollect his thoughts, set out a game plan maybe.

"He doesn't go for younger girls Valancia." The way he said my name made me sound and feel like a child, which I was not, and I wasn't in the least bit okay with feeling that way either.

"Oh you'd be amazed what you can convince someone into when sex is on the table." It was then that Harry's jaw tensed and all signs of fun and games had vanished by that point.

His firm grip on my waist becoming so tight that his nails pierced the skin beneath them. I furrowed my eyebrows and hissed at the sudden pain. "Harry let go, you're hurting me," I yelled at him, pushing at his chest but he wouldn't let go, in fact he used his free hand to grab both of my wrists and pin my hands above my head.

"This isn't some game Valancia, you can't go around playing everyone you come across." It was obvious that I had hit a nerve and I would be pleased with myself if I weren't literally pinned to a locker.

"It's none of your concern Harry, I gave you hundreds of chances to pounce but you never did. I guess you'll just have to live knowing you let the best slip right through your fingertips."

I was no longer enjoying being caged in, so I planted my foot on the ground again before driving my knee up and into Harry's crotch with as much force as I could manage. He let go of me immediately and crumbled to the ground, lying in a fetal position as he held onto his precious dick.

I cocked my eyebrow at him before turning around and shimmying out of my skirt, I was now only in my black lace lingerie and tennis shoes. I turned and sat on a bench to take my shoes off and. As I removed them I watched as Harry kept an eye on me.

I then walked over to my locker which just happened to be above Harry to grab my bag.

"Enjoying the view?" He made this too easy, he was jealous of too many people and I was using that to my advantage.

In my bag was a casual black mini dress and a pair of my beloved white pumps that I honestly could not live without. I managed to change and pack my sportswear in under ten minutes which I praised myself for.

As I was leaving I turned around to find Harry no longer on the ground, but sitting on a bench by the door.

It was evident that he was annoyed at me, but I honestly didn't care, and being the apparent bitch that I am, I lent down and left a lingering kiss to his cheek. Pulling away I flipped my hair over my shoulder and winking at him, leaving before he had a chance to react.

"See you around, pretty boy."