Ella is, well she's a 20 year old virgin. Is she proud of that fact? Not really. For a good girl like she is, she wanted her first time to be with someone who knows what he's doing, no strings attached. You didn't expect that turn, huh? When Ella me...
a picture of Ella and Harry to start this reading and again, I'm so sorry for this late update..I'll do a double one today to make up for it..
I have news and here they are: I'll update on Wednesdays and Saturdays; if I don't update on Wednesday, I'll do a double one on Saturday..
and now, enjoy
-Ivy xx
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I roll my eyes at his statement as I fix my dress, tugging it down my legs to cover my knees. Harry sighs as I clear my throat, looking at him and not believing how sexy he looks like to the point I am unable to concentrate on my own thoughts. How can someone look like this, it's not normal. I open my mouth to say something, but I close them immediately as I realise I have no idea how to start what I want to say. I want to tell him the rules because without them I don't think this would actually function or go as planned.
"So the rules are-" I start, but get cut off by his deep voice.
"Wait, you were serious?" he asks and sighs as he rolls his eyes once again and covers his face with his hands. I ignore his reaction and simply just raise my eyebrow at him.
"So, the first rule is, we don't talk about this to anyone. But, I mean anyone," I tell him and watch to see his reaction as he stares at me with uninterested look on his face, "Second rule is we're not supposed to see each other ever again. If we do, we pretend like nothing happened." I say and raise my eyebrow at him to see if he's agreeing with me, but his face already tells me he's more than just annoyed with this.
"You know, we will see each other. I'm staying in your hotel," he states and I stare at him like I've heard that for the first time. Lucky for us, he shouldn't be staying for a long time and I work at the reception so my contact with him should be strictly by phone and greating when he enters or leaves the hotel.
"Well, if we do see each other, like I said, we pretend like nothing happened," I state simply, knowing it won't be easy because every time I see him I'll be seeing his naked body. I'm already doing that right now, imagining how does his body looks like, "And the last one, we won't be trying to get to know each other. Or anything of the sort," I finish and he snorts before he stands up and walk over to the window.
"What makes you think I'd do that? Why do you think I'd want to do that?" he asks and this time I decide to stay silent. I don't understand why does he have to be so rude now. And what's wrong with me to begin with that could make me so uninteresting to get to know better? I consider myself as a very good company. I'm funny, easygoing and, well, so much more.
"Then we have a deal," I state as I reach out my hand for him to shake, but he just glances at it and looks back through the window. I awkwardly wait for a few seconds for him to take my hand and shake it, but when he doesn't, I let it hang by my side as I fix my dress.
