Foreign Affairs |H.S.|

Chapter 50

As the music continued playing, I went back over to where I was and continued what I was doing. I bared through the soreness in my legs and started doing some regular squats, jump squats and lunges. After a while I had finally broke into a sweat and I was finally getting into my zone when I noticed Harry looking at his phone. He was texting someone, and I saw his head begin to turn to look at me and immediately focused on myself in the mirror in front of me.  The music stopped.

"Mia, " he said walking over towards me, a cold bottle of water and a towel in hand...along with his phone. I stood up straight and placed my hands on my hips. "You need something," I asked, now standing on one hip.

"You looked, didn't you.."

"Looked at what," I asked, taking the water bottle from him and opening it, feeling the coolness run down my throat.

"Don't act like that Mia, did you see it or not."

"Thank you for the water," I said and began walking away. He grabbed me by my arm and I tried to pull way but he was stronger than I was. I looked up at him, feeling my lips get tight and my jaw clench.

"Mia.."

"No what the hell Harry? OH but you swore UP AND DOWN that you would be nothing like Alex and LONG BEHOLD!" By this time, he had let go of my arm. "You know I honestly don't even know what I'm mad about. It's not like I'm your girlfriend anyways. I mean I'm just a piece of ass that you think you can train like your little fucking pet and..."

"Mia...."

"FUCK YOU HARRY! YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT! God, I...I should've figured. Of course a rich, handsome man such as yourself- excuse me, a 'FORMERLY' dominant rich man that had between 8 and 9 girls, you fucking piece of shit.."

"Mia, don't talk like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry sir," I said, my voice getting sarcastically soft, "am I not allowed to voice my opinion when a man is essentially having an affair with some other tramp while another girl is living in his house..I mean...HELL I STILL HAVE TO PAY THE BILLS ON MY HOUSE!"

"No you don't."

"Wha-why not?" Now I was intrigued.

"I got your billing information when you applied. And I had the bills forwarded here so that I could pay them for you while you were here." He stepped closer to me. "But maybe that's what all formerly dominant rich men do, right?" Now we were chest to chest, and my heart started racing. "What else do you wanna throw in my face, huh Mia? I'd suggest you not test me." I scoffed.

"Oh is that so? You don't want me to test you? So you wouldn't have a problem if I was texting someone else while having all the perks of being your girlfriend but not actually being your girlfriend? Gee, I knew you were kinky but who knew polygamy was your thing..." I cocked an eyebrow at him, and crossed my arms and I watched him tense up. Now here we were having a full on staring contest. "If you'd excuse me," I said breaking the silence, "I'd like to continue my workout." I pushed past him to go put the music back on and it only took him two long strides to be back in front of me. "Mia, stop it."

"Stop what? Harry, don't," I said rolling my eyes and pushing past him again. Then he pulled the classic: grabbing my by arm and pulling me back to him.

"Is this really what you want to do Mia? You want to do this now," he said, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed.

" I want to go upstairs, please," I responded with a stoic expression on my face. He let me go and sighed deeply, wiping more sweat off of himself with the towel.

I went upstairs and grabbed one of Harry's t-shirts. Ugh. Did I even want to wear his shit? Oh well. I went back to the bathroom to shower for the second time today, and as I stood in the steaming hot water, I thought about something. What Harry didn't know was that Alex had been texting me. Asking for me. I chuckled out loud. If Harry wanted to play this game, so could I. Bring it on then.