the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 51

having your arse fucked right before meeting your boyfriend's parents is probably the worst thing to do.

let me just rephrase that: having my arse fucked by harry the night before meeting his parents on his birthday is the worst fucking idea.

oh, and have i told you that that was my first time? it's just getting worse, innit?

the man's dick is just too fucking enormous and now i can't walk freely without limping or groaning once in a while by the impact. harry on the other hand, of course, proud of himself and can't seem to stop smiling arrogantly at me while i have to carry what he has done with me today.

i slept over his last night and when i woke up, half below of my body felt really sore. i had a pretty hard time to just sit still above his bed until harry told me to try walk and that was when i know we're both screwed because i kept limping to his kitchen.

harry sits across from me while eating his breakfast when i can't even put myself into a comfortable position to sit. i'm currently wearing his black t-shirt while he's in his pyjama trousers and a white tank top. everytime he tries to hold a laughter, i glare at him.

"fuck," i hiss.

"sit on my lap, baby," he chuckles, tapping his lap. "maybe it will be more comfortable."

i groan, standing up from my chair and approach him with my hand rubbing my butt. "it's burning."

harry laughs as he grabs me by the waist and carefully puts me into a sitting position above his lap. "i'm sorry, scarlette." he whispers softly to my ears, hugging me from behind.

"it's not even your fault," i sigh, drinking from his coffee mug. "and how should i sit or stand properly today?" i whine. "to make it worse, i'm going to meet your parents!"

harry slowly turns my body so i can face him, "should we postpone it?" he asks with eyebrows furrowed. "i don't want you to get sick and be uncomfortable all day long, love."

"no, it's okay!" i quickly say. i will not have him postponing his birthday party for me! "it's only for the afternoon, right?" i ask.

harry clears his throat, "i was about to ask you to have dinner with my family afterward..."

my shoulder shrink as my eyes shut tight, cursing myself mentally.

a dinner with harry's family is what i have always wanted and been curious too, but i want to scream at the top of my lungs for having it in such a wrong time! if only i could control my fucking hormone last night, things would be better right now. taking a deep breathe, i run my fingers through my hair as i cast my head downwards.

"we can have the dinner tomorrow?" harry asks.

i shake my head, "i don't want to ruin your birthday." i whine.

"scarlette," harry chuckles, "you are not ruining it." before i could answer, he cuts me off. "my dick is."

i try to hold my laughter from his remark, but failed miserably, "don't be so insolent!" i punch the side of his thigh lightly.

"i told you to say stop if you could not hold it anymore," harry says, "you did not even listen."

"can you not?" i blush madly, feeling embarrassed. "we're currently having breakfast."

he suddenly places hiccups on my neck and hug me from behind, making me giggle. "i can never get enough of you," he whispers against my ear.

"now can we get down on business?" i ask, turning my head around to face him. "what shall we do? should i sit through the entire event? or should we trick them into thinking that i fell off the stairs and have a crutch with me?"