Chapter 3

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I spent the drive anxiously watching out the window. Anything to avoid eye contact. He could see right through me. The shakiness in my voice, the way he made my heart skip a beat, he knew the effect he had on me when he gently began tracing patterns on my knee, slowly moving upward....

"Wait, stop." I blurt anxiously.

"Sorry.  I didn't mean.. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He nervously shifted in his seat.

I glance at him with an eyebrow raised. He's watching the road, anxiously biting his bottom lip. Both hands tightly gripping the wheel.

"H...?" I ask.

"Yeah Lace?"

"You alright?" I ask.

I don't understand. How could he have so quickly taken a turn from overly confident asshole to this?

It's almost as if... fuck. No, feelings are not going to happen. Keep it together Lacey, he just wants his cock inside of you. This is simply lust. He wants your body.  He doesn't want YOU. Just-

"Lace I think we got off on the wrong foot." Harry says, glancing over. "Look. You're my best mate's little sister. I don't know how I'm supposed to act, especially with him around."

Don't know how to act?? "H what the hell's that supposed to mean? He's your best friend mate, just act like yourself." I roll my eyes, frustrated and confused. I don't have time for any mind games.

"I'm not that asshole who goes around lying to girls just to get a good fuck, you know." He quietly replies. "It's an act.  It's not me."

I don't even know what to think. I hardly know anything about this man, who I idiotically chose to get into the car with close to midnight, all alone in a dark parking lot. He's my big brother's best made. But what does that even mean? What in the hell did I manage to get myself into.

We finally begin to slow down and pull into a dark, dimly lit lot behind a small apartment complex.

"Third floor, love." H exclaimed whilst opening his door and stepping out of the car. "Hope you're ready to climb in those shoes."

I look down at my booties and sigh. Blisters. Fuck.

"It's an older building. No elevators." Harry mentioned as he hit the lock button on his key fob and we began to approach the dark, quiet building.

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