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TWELVE.

It's been days since I've left my office. The workload has been heavy this week. My stress level has been through the roof. Papers to sign, meetings to attend, phone calls to make, emails to send. Thank God I owned this entire company and I could do what I wanted, I'd been coping with my stress by drinking almost every day and having the occasional call girl over.

Thankfully my workers knew when I extremely busy and knew not to bother me. I checked my Rolex watch on my wrist. It read 11 PM, already? I took off my jacket and unbuttoned the buttons on my shirt all the way. There was still a stack of papers on my desk calling my name. I had to read them through, approve them, and initial every single one.

This definitely called for some vodka. I just fucking wanted to go home and relax. Outsiders liked to look into my life and fantasize about how dreamy it was, the parties, the money, the cars, the women. Yeah, it was all nice and all but I had to work my ass off. It wasn't all fun and games.

I had everything I wanted except for a real relationship. I couldn't tell who my real friends were, I had a few old ones but everytime I tried to meet someone new, it was almost impossible to tell if they liked me for me or just my money and fun it bought. My family and I had a horrible relationship. Mum and dad were divorced and didn't get along. I haven't seen that lot in years since they all lived back in England and showed no interest in keeping up with my life.

As far as women go, they came and went. I spent a lot of my time fucking random girls when I was bored or wanted to satisfy my sexual needs. This life was lonely and miserable. Luckily I was a professional at hiding my true emotions, so no one had to pity me or bother me with their fake sympathy.

I took a drink from my glass and tapped my rings on the edge of the desk. My mind started to wander to Angelica, my only angel. She was refreshingly different. Most women wanted my money or to get into my pants. Angelica was young and a goddess of innocence. She felt like that one thing I was missing. Something to love and take care of, and possibly someone who could love me back.

I was already dialing her number in my phone before I could consciously think of what I was doing.

"Hello?" Her soft voice filled my ears.

"Hi, Can you uh- come to the office?"

"Harry, it's almost midnight, I'm still grounded, and I can't drive."

Right, I forgot how helpless she was currently. Damn her parents and punishment.

"Can I send one of my cars and my driver? Please, I just need to talk."

She let out a groan and I heard shuffling around. She must've been sleeping. God she sounded so sexy. "Okay."

I smiled and took another drink. "Thank you, my driver will text you when he arrives."

She hummed a yeah in response and hung up. I called Aron, my driver next, giving him her address and information. After looking around my office I noticed how messy it really was. The lounge chair I slept in, when I slept at all, had pillows and clothing draped over it, even a random bra from one of the call girls I had over here recently. Business papers lay scattered on the desk and even the floor. Toppled bottles of random alcohol sat in the strangest places. I probably matched the state the office was in, a mess.

Jumping up from the chair, I organized the papers in neat stacks, put the bottles in their cabinet, and cleared off the lounge chair.

The intercom buzzed, signaling my secretary was on the other line. "Mr. Styles, sir, I have a kid down here claiming you wanted to see her."

I rolled my eyes. My secretary, Kim was jealous of any other women who came into my line of view. After we hooked up once, she saw herself entitled to me. The only reason I kept her around was because she always threatened to blackmail me with my personal life details that I mistakenly told her. "Yes. Please send up the young woman." I answered in an annoyed tone, shutting off the intercom before she could say another remark or mockingly call me 'sir'. I should honestly just fire that bitch.