𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 {𝐇.𝐒}

3

"I ain't did shit,
but be the real thing."
PRBLMS
6LACK

~•H•~

"Fuck yes Harry!"

So I may have picked up a broad from the bar last night, but it was for a good cause.

I've got to interview someone today and I'm so nervous about what she will be like.

Will she be smart, intelligent? As quick-paced as Claire described her? Is she beautiful just like Claire, and does she cook like she's from the south? And I know for sure we didn't fuck, because I've never heard the name Ebony introduced to me before, so that's a point. I hope she's not slutty, and that she actually wants to do the work.

"Harry, what the fuck are you doing?" I hear the girl, I think her name's Sarah, call out to me. It's just now that I realize I pulled out of her and discarded my condom into the trash can, heading to the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower because I've got work to do today, so please see your way out."

Her mouth was agape in shock and I smirked at it.

"If only your mouth was that wide last night when you sucked me off, you wouldn't have bitten me five times." And with that I walk into the bathroom and shut the door.

I take a cold shower because, well, even though it wasn't bomb sex I still needed to take care of my hard on down there.

After I'm finished, I turn the water off and get out as I wrap a towel around my waist.

I peek outside my door to make sure the girl was gone, and thankfully she was.

I walk out and get dressed, deciding that I might as well dress a bit casual for the day. I mean, after the interview I'm just going home and getting ready for Samantha, my booty call that let's me fuck her after work on Mondays.

I pull on some black skinny jeans, a cheetah print shirt, and one of my trench coats, bringing it all together with my black leather Chelsea boots.

Then I walk out of my flat and lock the door behind me, getting ready for whatever is coming my way today.

~•E•~
"Fuck, I can't find shit to wear Claire!" I shout at the phone, which was on speaker phone since I had to dig through my closet to find some damn clothes.

"Bitch, just get some skinny jeans and a nice shirt like I told you last night." She sighs, and I groan in frustration.

"I've got the jeans, but most of my shirts are like Vans, Nike, and Adidas. I don't think I have one-" I start to say before I pull out this white shirt that has long sleeves and a slit on both sides. This is the shirt my mom gave to me for my birthday last month, thank God.

"Thank you mama!" I say out loud as I hug it to my chest before slipping it on over my head.

"Huh?" She asks, and I explain to her that my mom bought me this dress up blouse and she was like "Oh that's great!"