When Brianna's mother dies recently, she moves in with her stepbrother, Harry, after finding out her stepfather doesn't want her staying with him anymore.
When we arrived, I was all happy and giddy to be in Atlanta.
I honestly have so many memories here, and I was hoping to relive them this weekend with Harry.
Speaking of Harry, he's groaning because of the traffic here. I mean, he should be used to it since there's traffic in Miami too.
But then again, it's ATL.
When we pulled up into the neighbourhood that his house resides in, I was astonished because it was like a suburb for families.
Like, wealthy families.
Now, I'm not surprised or anything because I used to live in one with Harry's dad and my mom, but knowing that Harry has a house like that?
He'd be set for a family.
And then when I saw his house, I was just breathless.
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"What the fuck Harry?" I say aloud, and he turns his ignition off as we park inside of the garage and turns to look at me.
"What?" He asks, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Since when did you have an actual house? I thought you only owned penthouses and shit."
"Just because I am a bachelor, does not mean I can't have a house like my father." He chuckles. "Well actually, this is one of my dad's old houses back when I was a kid, but I bought it off of him."
"Oh so you're a bachelor? Are you eligible?" I ask, running my hands through his locks of hair.
"I don't know, last time I checked this sexy, milk chocolate masterpiece gave me a chance to show her what I can be with her." He tells me as he gently grabs my chin, bringing my face to his and giving me a long and heated kiss.
He rubs the side of my face, growling as I tugged in his curls. His other hand traveled down my thigh, grabbing onto it roughly and leaving me a wet soaking mess. Harry patted my leg and signaled for me to get on his lap, so I went across the divider and straddled his lap, and he grabbed my ass with his large, ring-clad hands. I moaned, catching him off guard and giving him a jumpstart in his pants since I can feel it through his sweatpants.
"Fuck," I say, breaking away from his lips. "I'm so turned on. Have you ever watched porn?" I ask, and he raises his eyebrows at me.
"Um, that's random. But yeah, I used to every other night when we lived with our parents." He shrugs. "Why do you ask that?"
"Oh, I have an idea," I bite my lip, and open the car door on his side and climbing off of his lap. "Come on, give me a tour."
