CEO // Harry Styles

14

I was prepared to run. Run away from Styles and his two mysterious mistresses. I have no explanation. Especially for my boss being here. Taking part in the activities I craved to do with him myself. What is she doing here?

What was he doing here?

This all had to be some big joke.

Louis doing something he vowed against from day one. The childish actions gone unnoticed by myself. I'm a fool. I should've known.

Amanda here as Harry's date. I wasn't even asked. I was dropped off at my home with a shit apology, no goodbye, and a classic novel. Maybe the novel was the good apology.

Amanda is dressed in a itchy looking material. A vomit green color dress accents her forest eyes. She wears too tall of pumps, tripping over her step.

Her eyes stalk to crowd like hungry prey. She's almost as bewildered by the beauty as I am. But I'm used to this. Louis was never anything less than wealthy. Certainly not as much as Styles, but clearly well off.

"Gold digger." My thoughts speak. I laugh.

The group of people in which Styles is in is vastly approaching me. I turn around. I bump into a hard chest.

"Shawn?" Shit.

"Miss Bronx. How do you do?" He sounds shaky, and unaware of the course of action to take in this situation.

"Well." Well isn't that further from the truth?

"Very well. Have a good evening." I hadn't even bothered to mirror the question. I'm too frantic right now.

What really pushed my buttons was the fact that Harry took her instead of me. Were they even friends?

He was there for her when he showed up at my cubicle that night. And he has been texting her. Texting her weird things...

Oh my god.

I've just been getting fucked over by everyone. I'm so bloody oblivious to my surroundings.

While I've been day dreaming about the best kiss, and grope session of my life, he's been playing house with the whore of my office. Nice.

I wasn't even aware that Shawn was still standing next to me. Staring at me.

I give Shawn a shy smile. Why is he staring at me? He must've snapped out of his reverie. He gives me an embarrassed smile.

"Are you okay?" I ask absentmindedly. His gaze is becoming uncomfortable.

"You look very pretty." He blurts. In an instant his cheeks are pinker than mine. The blush on my face is intensified by his compliment.

"Thank you." I accept with pink cheeks.

"Ah, taking romantic advances towards Miss Bronx, Shawn?" Shit. I know that accent. I know that morbid, but absolutely lovely tone. Styles.

Yes, Mr. Sex God, of course I have the energy, also time to speak with you.

"Styles." I give a tight nod.

I'm completely uncomfortable. Where the hell is Louis?

Probably smoking a joint with his lover.

This wasn't my crowd whatsoever. The designer suit jackets, and black pantsuits were out of my price rang. Not that I had a choice what to wear. I'm a bridesmaid.

I look down at my lilac dress. The bust hugs my breasts tightly, in the most form fitting way. Then flows past my ankles.

My eyes flutter to the woman with matching hair. Her name is Lou. I don't know how she relates to Styles, but she was in his home. She looks stunning. Her red lipstick, and flamboyant hair catches the eye.