Luxury Filth ࿐

Rich ࿐

This chapter is dedicated to my very first voter, ILostGirlofNarniaI  , thank you so much. 🌻

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[This chapter is in Harry Villiers' point of view]

It was a fine morning. I woke up at 6:00 am after thinking too much about y/n.
She felt guilty and I could feel it.

To be honest, James never should've given her a challenge like that.
I had to burn ten £50 notes in front of a homeless man. But I never hurt him physically.

Y/N is the only person I think about now a days. I tend to use girls for pleasure and then throw them away. But not her. She was different.
When we met, she swore instantly. She probably reacted quickly after I bumped into her. She was delicate. It was like holding a rose and trying not to tear one of the petals whilst caressing it.

My head hurt for some reason, after last night. Y/N cried and it was the most heartbreaking thing. She was too good for me. But I was her boyfriend; and I want to treat her like a princess.

One day, she'll live with me in my manor and she will be a princess.

My phone was buzzing. They updated the group chat:

George: Hey y/n is here

James: I added her. She is part of the club now, so...

George: I don't think she's online.

Y/N: I'm here

My eyes widened. I could text her.

I typed fast before anyone else could.

Harry: Good morning my Juliet

Yes, that was romantic.

Y/N: Good morning Romeo~

She's so cute.

James: Charming as always, Villiers

Guy: Good morning everyone

Speaking of Guy, he seemed as though he was trying to pull y/n last night.

Dimitri: Hi

Dimitri acted as well.

James: Hello boys

Guy: So tired after last night

Dimitri: We only stayed until 12, what are you talking about?

Guy: Don't know, just feel tired

Dimitri: Yeah and I definitely care

Guy: Shut up, just because I called you Greek

Dimitri: Nothing is wrong with being Greek. You were just making fun.

Guy: I think you drank too much.

James: Okay boys, can we settle this somewhere else. Remember y/n is in the group chat as well.

Harry: Better apologise. Girls don't like irrelevant messages.