the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 44

after taking a short cold shower, i walk out from the bathroom with a long kimono covering my whole body. i open my hair clip and let my hair falls to the back of my body while walking toward my drawer to grab the clothes i've chosen. i'm currently getting ready to go clubbing with my co-workers and i honestly can't wait for it.

harry has been more protective toward me and as cute as it looks, it's bugging me sometimes because he just won't leave my side. parts from that makes me happy though because i know where he is most of the times.

since it's still january and i don't have anything to wear anymore, i just pull a black satin shirt that really looks like a pyjama and a pair of short jeans. i leave three buttons of the shirt undone, fold the sleeves to my elbow and after that, i go back to my room again to apply something to my bare face.

"what the fuck is that, scarlette?" harry snaps from behind. i turn my head around in confused.

"what is what?" i ask back.

"your trousers. they are too short i can see half of your arse right now," he furrows his eyebrows.

"well, i'm going clubbing," i shrug, walking toward my dressing table then sit on the chair.

"i know. change." he orders.

"what? no! i don't know what to wear anymore," i huff, putting on my eyeliners.

"change, scarlette," he says again. "or do not go at all."

"i've told you i have nothing else to wear!" i groan.

"someone almost touched your butt the last time we went clubbing and i would not be pleased if that ensue again," he says in a low voice, obviously not accepting the fact that i didn't obey him.

"don't worry, you won't know," i tease him while opening the lipstick before applying it to my lips. "besides, it's not my fault he wanted to touch my butt!"

"scarlette," harry warns. "you know what, do not go." he states. "how does that sound?" he asks.

"what the fuck, harry?" i almost shout, getting irritated. "please, nothing will ensue tonight," sighing, i try to reassure him.

"change," he says in a sharp tone.

"fine!" i groan, walking back to my drawer and grab a pair of white skort.

after i change, harry nods in approval to my direction. i just roll my eyes and grab my purse from the night stand and wear my black pointed heels so it matches the color of my shirt.

i texted sarah saying they don't have to pick me up since harry insisted on driving me to the place and i accepted his offer because arguing with harry drains my energy. i actually can't wait to get there because i'm curious with the workers from the hotel. this will be the first time i try to blend in with them and i hope it works just fine.

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arriving at the place, the club is really huge and already crowded by people. even though harry's car windows are closed, we can still hear the music blaring from inside as the neon lights shining through the place.

"call me when you are done. i will pick you up," harry says.

"you don't need to," i say, not wanting to be a burden.

"no, scarlette. i will pick you up," he argues.

"okay," i give in. "drive safely, yeah? bye!" i kiss his cheek before opening the car door to go inside.

once i step inside, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol engulfs my nose. people are pacing back and forth as i try to search for my friends since no one has answered my text. i walk and push people aside from my path until i catch sarah at the edge of my sight with a woman next to him. walking toward her, i realize that's our table.