CEO // Harry Styles

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"Styles." I breathed. I wasn't ready for this.

"Miss Bronx." He gives me a curt nod. "How have you been?" He's as collected as ever. His curly locks are styled into a perfect updo, having the ability to bringing both genders to their knees in seconds, under his wish and command.

"Okay." I lie. That's the biggest lie I have ever told. I'm acting like a cliche teenage girl. They falter in the emotions category. It was only two years ago I was telling my parents this after the typical boyfriend.

He strums the tip of his finger over his bottom lip. The way I loathe, and admire all in one.

"You are not going to ask me the same?" He inquires. Dirty Bastard. He has a smile forming on the corners of his lips, but he hides it with a defenite scowl.

"How have you been Mr. Styles?" The pink flower attatched to his suit is exquisite.

"Now you add a mister to my name?" Theres a ghost of a smile on forming on his heart shaped lips.

"It only seemed fitting." I tease. I look at his form fitting suit once more. The mint that raditates off his figure is imaculate.

I see Louis out of the corner of my eye. I forgot about him. I do most things when I'm around Styles. I give him a nod, but he looks unconvinced.

"What the hell?" He mouths. His eyebrows are furrowed. I shake my head in his direction discretely.

"I am well." I stay silent.

"You did not answer my text message, Adelaide." I nod.

"Why not?" His lips are pursed into a flat line in the most yummy way.

"I didn't want to attend." I can hear the growl from his throat. I shudder.

"You will attend dinner." He commands.

"I'm not arguing god dammit! I'll do as I please." I disagree.

I won't let him take me down as claim this time. I'm my own person.

"This is my cubicle." He smiles am amused smile. As to day 'duh.'

"And as my rights of this area of the office, I have the authority to kick you out."

"Oh, but you wouldn't want to do that Adelaide." He speaks in a much deeper tone. He knows what he's doing. He's good.

"Yes I do." I gulp. He moves closer.

"Do not lie to me." He says icily. Only he can sound so infuiriated so calmly.

He slams a fist onto my desk. It makes me jump. So much for calm. My insides freeze at the touch.

"I don't." I stutter. I'll be surprised if he can even understand me by the severity.

The fury in his jaw and brows cause my features to fluctuate. He has an affect on me. No other man does.

Maybe Dylan O'Brien. I need to focus at the issue at hand. Sadly, I haven't got a clue as to what the problem is.

Instead of glorifying my fears, which would be the end result, I focus. Not on the main subject. His chizzled jawline. He is the main subject.

"Adelaide." He snarls. He's pissed. I don't blame him. I don't cooperate. I wish he would go away. End our miserys. "I will repeat this once more. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." He stacattos.

Louis is in my field of vision once more. He distracts me from the Calvin Klien model before me. He would look great in black briefs...

"What?" I mouth. I tip my head to the side slightly. Out of Mr. Styles range of sight. His eyes of course dart to mine. His hips swivel. He finds the intrusion of my attention.