Unethical

Chapter 22: Arguments

The next morning, I wake up rather happy and cheery. Adam quickly notices it, the second he steps back into the bedroom.

"You're quite happy this morning." He fixes up his tie.

"I am." Smiling up at him, I admire his body in these suits.

"Well then, you'll probably have a happy day today." He finishes fixing his tie and bends in front of me.

"I love you." Adam tickles the tip of my nose.

"I love you too." I move towards him and only peck his lips.

He stands, picks up his suitcase and leaves with a small wink sent to my direction.

I manage to stand up and take a bath.

Making my way downstairs once I've dressed up and fixed up some mascara, Gemma stands by the stove cooking egg omelette.

"Goodmorning Gemma." I greet her, walk towards her side and peck her cheek once I reach her.

"Hey! You're happy this morning." She's a bit amused.

"Yeah." I blush a bit and giggle softly.

"Do you want an omelette?" She smirks at me. Classic thing with the Styles family.

"Sure, thank you." Taking a seat around the table, I watch Gemma as she cooks.

Sooner, rather than later, Harry walks into the kitchen. I gasp softly as he steps in, shirtless, sweaty...oh my God!

"Is my breakfast ready?" He ignores me completely, yet he perfectly saw me as walked in. Asshole!

"Yes, here you go." Gemma hands him over a plate carrying an omelette, with eggs to the side.

He makes his way towards the table. When it looks like he's going to sit away from me, he sits right beside me.

"Why are you sweating Harold? Were you working out?" Gemma asks as she then hands me a plate with the same food as Harry's.

"No, I was having sex." I suddenly choke on the sip of apple juice I was just taking.

"Harry! That's gross! Are you okay Emma?" Gemma shakes her head, and asks me in a very concerned tone.

"Don't ask questions like that if you don't want to know." He keeps eating as if what he just said is just normal to talk about.

"I didn't want details, just a simple yes or no."  She huffs and turns to make another omelette.

"Oh those aren't details sister." Harry makes complete eye contact with me as he converses with Gemma.

"That's explicit enough."

I turn away from Harry's intense gaze and look down at my plate. I can still feel his burning gaze right through me. God, he intimidates me so horribly.

"What are you doing today?" He puts his hand right on my thigh, making me squeak out loud.

Gemma turns to me, but I act cool.

"Who me?" She looks at her brother, raising a brow.

"Yes, who else would I actually be interested in asking?" I turn to him in disbelief. Did he seriously get this pissed about last time?

"I don't know, maybe Emma." Gemma shakes her head.

"I have nothing to do with Emma. She's a married woman." Harry takes a hand off of my thigh. I watch him eye to eye. I'm pissed and hurt!

Standing up from the table, I watch as Gemma watches me.

"Excuse me, thank you for breakfast Gemma." I speed walk out of the kitchen, before the pricking tears decide to roll down my cheeks.