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Terrified | Details

Terrified | Details

It was almost impossible not to take this suit off of Harry. He looked so damn sexy, dominate, and superior all in one look. Everything about him was so attractive, from his head down to his feet. He oozed so much sex appeal, but managed to do things that made him seem so adorable. Again, there was something about this man that drew me in. I wanted to get to know him inside out. To see what made him happy, sad, or even ticked off. I know for a fact that he will be the death of me.

"You ready?" He whispered in my ear as we walked towards the glass double doors of the building this eventful dinner that was taking place hosted by his job.

"Kinda, I'm not sure how people will react when they see my hair," I murmured. Tonight I decided to go bold and rock my juicy curls that reached went past my shoulders. It was shorter than it being straight and flat ironed. I probably used too much heat on my hair so I decided to give myself a break and rock it natural. But I was slowly kinda regretting it for some odd reason—I thought of myself as a confident woman no matter what I did.

"Oh hush, you look beautiful," Harry assured as he opened the door for me first.

Such a gentleman.

"You really think so?" I ask looking up at him curiously, hopefully he wouldn't lie to my face.

"If looks can kill, everybody would be dead," he tells me deeply as his hand moved down to my ass, whispering in my ear. "Including me."

With that I'm definitely assured that I must look good.

"And plus, my girlfriend is the sexiest thing in the room," Harry spoke nodding his head at some of his co-workers.

Holy fucking shit. Did he just say what I think he just said?

"Well..second because you know that I look pretty good too," Harry smirked looking down at me.

I rolled my eyes at him, but my heart was beating so fucking fast by this conversation, "Wow, never knew that my boyfriend was so narcissistic."

"Hey, it is what it is," he shrugged with that teasing smile.

Eventually we found a table in the far corner of this fancy place. Harry helped me in my chair and then he took a seat close to me.

"You look stunning," Harry told me placing a hand on my thigh and kissing my lips softly.

My cheeks became hot at the random compliment, "Thank you."

I had on this black strapless dress that hugged my lovely curves and made my pretty brown skin look good. My makeup was simple, having a natural look to it. Then my hair was in its curly state of falling down to my shoulders. Black heels were on my feet and I had a red Louis Vuitton clutch with me as well.

There was a lot of rich snobby people here. I could just tell. Some people would look over at Harry and I with unexplainable expressions. But when they get caught staring they would then look away as if they weren't staring at first.

"Would you consider this a date?" Harry asked looking at me, a gleam of fire in his eyes.

"I don't just get all dolled up for anybody," I reply flipping my curls over my shoulder. "So yeah, it's a date baby."

Harry smiled at me again, the look on his face made my heart flutter so much. It was insane on how this man can make me feel.

"Any wine for you and the lady sir?" Asked the waiter by us.

"Yes, of course," Harry took the two drinks for us. "Thank you."

The waiter nodded then proceeded to hand out drinks to other people. I took my glass and made a small toast with Harry before we both took a sip of the red wine. Just seconds later after we placed our drinks down Harry took ahold of my jaw and pulled me in for another random kiss. But it made me melt nothingless.