Do You Need Money?

Who Is She?

Lisette POV.

I come down stairs and I see Harry and three people talking to him. One guy is yelling at Harry.

"Sir you need to leave now. We can't have people like you here." Ouch.

"What do you mean people like me?!" Harry is pissed.

It's the manager of the hotel. "You know what I mean." Harry looks at him up and down. His chest is raising up and down. Oh, he is about to explode. One of the guys puts his arm over Harry's arm and tries to pull him out. Harry pushes him to the floor.

"Don't fucking touch me." He see's me. My face is shocked. I'm standing there like a idiot.

The manager turns and looks at me. " I apologize Miss. Ligouri. We are escorting him out now." I shake my head.

"No he is here for me." The three people look at me like I'm crazy.

"Are you sure Miss.L..." I cut him off.

"Yes. Now let him go now, before I call my father." They step away quickly. Harry fixes his hair and dusts him self off. He walks next to me.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know, we don't need your father to know about this correct." He nods at me.

"Write his name in the book. Anytime he comes here, I want you guys to give him your best service. He is a good friend of the family. I don't think my father would like for you to treat him this way correct." I smirk at him. God, I love being in charge. He nods, he is terrified.

Harry and I walk away to the elevator. He doesn't say anything to me until we get in the elevator.

"What in the hell was that?" He looks at me like I'm crazy.

I shrug at him. "They're not nice people. They don't know you. They only like people who can afford to live here, but you're fine. Right?" I raise my eyebrows at him. I'm assuming he is rich. Why wouldn't he be. The way he dresses. I mean the pants aren't great, but his shoes and jacket say other wise. He nods at me. I knew he was rich.

We walk inside of the pent house. Harry whispers. " Wow" I laugh.

"I know it's so small. You have probably been in bigger ones. It's embarrassing really." I don't have any friends that's not millionaires. Even the millionaires get made fun of at my old high school. I was the riches in my school.

"Yeah, it's pretty small." He agrees with me, I laugh with him.

"Can I get you a drink or do you need to just pick up the jacket and leave?" I'm hoping he can stay for a bit. Staying in this place gets boring. He shakes his head.

"No I can stay. I have nothing to do." I smile and go to the bar and poor him a drink of champagne.

I hand him the glass and poor my self some sparkling water. I sit on the white couch with him.

He takes a sip. "What is this?" He takes a longer sip.

"That's Moët & Chandon. It's a cheap champagne. I hope that's ok?" He laughs softly.

"How much?" He raises an eyebrow. He's going to laugh at me.

"It's almost 900 pounds." He coughs and I laugh softly.

"Don't choke." I take a sip. He probably doesn't like it.

"Yeah my father doesn't want to have expensive alcohol in here. So he gets my brother that junk. Kinda depressing really." He nods and puts the glass down.

"Can I ask you a question Lisette?" Like I said he loves questions.

"You ask a lot, but go ahead." He smiles.

"Sorry, I like to know more about people. How much do you're parents make?" Weird question but it's understanding.

I think about it. "I could calculate everything, but I would say we are billionaires. How about your parents?" I shrug and his eyes widen but soften as he thinks. I wonder what he thinking about?

" I think we made about 20 million last year. " He sips his drink and relaxes. I look at him and smile. Great he isn't poor. I never date someone poor. That would ruin my reputation.

"Congrats on you guys."

Harry asked me many questions about my childhood. I explained to him how I was the riches girl in my high school. He didn't tell me much about his childhood. His mum works as a financial manger. Her and my father would get along. We had me get a glass of the champagne. I only fill my glass half way. My brother comes again and interrupt us again, like he did last night.

"Hey Lil and Curly hair." He looks harry up and down. Harry stands his ground. His eyes are soft but his arms are flexed. His tattoos are pulsing. I can't help but smile.

Harry stands up and holds his hand out. "Harry is my name." My brother shyly shakes Harry's hand. Great everyone is getting along.

Liam nods at Harry and looks at me. "Lisette you do know we have a dinner tonight?" He raises his eyebrows at me. I completely forgot.

"It's more of a party than a dinner." I correct him, so he knows I didn't forget.

He rolls his eyes at me. "Either way you and British boy need to get dressed. We are leaving in 20 minutes. The limo will be down stairs in 30. So hurry up." He fixes his tie and walks to his room before I can tell him I didn't invite Harry.

Harry looks at me confused. "I'm going?"

I contemplate on even actually inviting him. I'll just let him decide. "Do you want to?"

He shrugs at me. I look at his clothing. "You can borrow my brothers clothing." I smile at him before he can say anything, I grab his hand lead him to my brother room. I knock on the door

"Harry needs to borrow a tie and blazer." My brother comes out and throws something at Harry and closes the door fast. I smile at him.

We walk in my room as I look for a dress. "I'm not wearing this." He turns around. He looks amazing.

I blush as I see him. He looks at me staring at him and he fixes his hair. "I guess I can wear it only for a few hours." I smile brightly at him.

Nothing can go wrong with him going to this dinner party thing right?