Wicked Obsession

16.

Friday, July 19th

It's pitch black in the room as I open my eyes and my head feels groggy, as if I've slept for years rather than hours. I stretch my stiff muscles and too soon for my liking, my brain catches up with me as events from the previous day resurface.

I had sex with Harry, again. Harry and Zeke aren't human. I'm in deep shit.

Groaning, I reach over to the bed side table and turn the lamp on. The light illuminates the darkness revealing, yet again, another lavishly furnished bedroom. The only difference is this one is bigger and seems more lived in than the  other.

The artwork in here is also significantly better and the bed much more comfy. A chair sits in the corner with an outfit draped over it and a note placed perfectly in the center of a table beside it.

I get up, wrapping the sheets around my naked body and when I get closer I see that my name is written delicately across the front. I open it and it reads:

In light of current events, I have given you the day off. I'd say don't leave, but you have no where to go. Don't bother with trying to snoop around, I've already hidden anything of importance.
-H. Styles

My mouth literally hits the fucking floor. Did he really just use my insecurity to control me? Hell. Fucking. No.

I quickly shower and get ready, resisting the urge to fawn over his bigger-than-my-room bathroom. I look for my bag I brought yesterday so I don't have to wear the outfit he picked, but no luck.

As I head back into his room I realize something else, I have no underwear. The ripped ones from earlier are gone, as are his clothes and the shirt I was wearing. I debate wearing his underwear but banish the idea and instead adopt a more cunning tactic.

I put on the clothes he laid out for me which include a black pencil skirt, white silk blouse, black heels, and stockings. I exit the bedroom and realize I don't know where I am and all my money is in my bag. Fuck.

Right as I'm about to step into the elevator, I notice there is a set of keys laid out on a table near the elevator. I smile devilishly and pick up the keys and go down the elevator to the parking garage.

It's full of shiny cars so I do the most rational thing to do in this situation, I activate the panic alarm. Immediately, a shrinking noise echoes in the parking garage and I quickly cover my ears and search for the source of the sound.

My smile widens when I realize which car the keys belong to, the Ferrari F15 he bought at the fundraiser I went to.

I waste no time settling myself in the front seat with a smile tattooed on my lips. Ever since I saw this car, I secretly wanted to drive it. I start the ignition and the purr of the car roaring to life is music to my ears. First things first (I'm the realist), I pull out my phone and look up the directions to Acerbus Enterprises and connect my phone to the Bluetooth.

The first song to start playing is the 'Fancy' by Iggy Azaela (the irony is not lost on me). I can't help but laugh as I shift into first and back out of the parking space. My body is buzzing from the pure joy and adrenaline coursing through my vines... I shift the gear... and slam my foot on the gas.

I jerk forward as the wheels squeal against the pavement. The loud roar of the revving engine echoes in the garage. I slow down in time to turn into traffic but as soon as I hit traffic, I slam the pedal to the floor. Flawlessly, I weave through the busy Seattle street as I sing obnoxiously loud with the windows down.