"Hello Serena Danton, thank you for reconsidering," Harry smiles, shaking my hand respectfully. I sit down in the chair across from him. Last time I was here I couldn't help but cry. Let's hope that doesn't happen again.
"Look, I need help with this okay. I'm broke," I look down at my legs, embarrassed with how far I've stooped.
"Oh hunny, I completely understand," Harry smirks.
"Don't call me that," I say sternly, Harry shoots a furies glare in my direction.
"I can call you whatever the fuck I want," he spits, switching from happy to mad in the span of two seconds. I roll my eyes with annoyance, he's incredibly crude.
"I have set up a contract for you to sign, just to make sure things are strictly professional," he pulls out a huge stack of paper work from one file. "This just goes over the main points of the deal. For example, you will be under my power if you choose to receive payment. That means you will be available for my sexual favours and odd jobs that are needed to be complete. I will pay you a fair amount of $10,000 biweekly, of course this means you have worked up to my standards. I am fair in the way that I do not contact you on Sundays, as that is my day of rest and relaxation. Including you. However, every other day is fair game. From the moment you sign this, this agreement will last for six months. If you bow down all the money you have received, you will owe me back. On top of that, another $25,000. Feel free to quit your existing job, as you will be well sustained and extra cash won't necessarily be needed. Any questions so far?"
"Not at all," to my surprise this is going better than I expected.
"Excellent," he hums with satisfaction. "Now sign here." He sticks out the blue pen for me to sign.
I raise my hand and refuse, "Wait a minute."
"Yes?"
"What about you?"
"What about me?" Harry retorts.
"You can't call me these stupid pet names, I'm a human being for gods sake."
"What do you mean?" He looks genuinely confused. "Sugar lips."
"Like that!" I exclaim. He knows well what he is doing, and I sure as hell do not appreciate it.
"Okay, alright, I won't say that," Harry shrugs, clicking the pen. I admire his charming good looks, without them I don't see himself going very far.
"Perfect," I nod, feeling strange for what I'm about to sign. I never expected myself to do something so preposterous.
"Nice."
"Incredible."
"Excellent."
"Hey," I say, before signing the contract. "Does this make you my sugar daddy?"
Harry looks up at me, fixing the arm cuffs on his wrist with a smirk, "I would say so."
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Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)
أدب الهواة"You need the money, I got money, plenty of it. But baby girl you're going to have to do some chores for Daddy in return," he says while unclasping my lace bra. - Serena Danton, a broke waitress and aspiring model, gets whirled into an overwhelming...
