Game Plan

The encounter

                                                                   [Third P.O.V]
Blinded by the light, Crystal awoke with a start. Her eyes began to adjust to the light, before she scanned her surroundings ;which she did not seem to recognise. Head pounding with a hangover, she climbed out of the bed she was in. The bed was empty and she heard the shower running. She scavenged the room in search of her clothing, one by one her articles of clothing were found in a series of questionable places. 

Fully dressed and ready to leave, Crystal heard nothing. Silence. Silence echoed and was deafening. The 'silence' meant that the man had finished showering. Crystal crept to the door attempting to make her getaway. She managed to get the door open and make it halfway down the driveway before she felt her wrist being grabbed . The skin contact sent shivers cascading down her spine. The force of the wrist grab sent her face first into the man's chest. She flushed red at the situation she was in.

"leaving so soon?" a husky voice asked. Crystal glanced up and recalled his name. She made eye contact with him, but didn't respond to his question. Crystal blushed upon looking down as she realised that Harry was in nothing but a towel. Suddenly, Crystal configured a plan of action to escape the claws of the billionaire , Harry Turner.

"Aren't you gonna put some clothes on?" she redirected the conversation.

Henry shook his head smirking lightly, before responding "Nah, I think we'll both be better off with me being like this."

Harry's face lit up as if he remembered something important he needed to do. He walked into the house leaving the door open, Crystal took this as her cue to leave. She began to walk away when she was stopped by Harry once again.

"And where do you think you are going? I haven't dismissed you just yet." Harry scolded, arrogantly.

"What do you mean where do I think I am going? I am clearly trying to get away from you. I don't appreciate the fact you think you have the authority to order me around. I understand that you are a billionaire and all but that doesn't give you a f*cking right to control what I do." Crystal yelled at him angrily.

"Feisty, huh? Hmmmm...You look hot when you are angry,you know that, right?" Harry  responded smugly after a moment of shock.

"Do you seriously only think with your dick? Next time use your f*cking brain" Crystal was beyond annoyed. She didn't care who she was talking to. She didn't care that she could be imprisoned for verbal abuse. All she cared about in that moment was protecting the last bit of dignity she possessed. It wasn't much, but to her it meant the actual world. She would even kill in order to keep it.

"Trust me, babe. If I didn't use my f*cking brain I wouldn't be where I am today." Harry answered calmly.

"Wow, you've accomplished so much that you are seriously arguing with a low life with a crap past and little to no future ahead of her"

"Well, I don't really mind spending my time with this 'low life with a crap past and little to no future ahead of her'" Harry said as he pulled her in for a kiss. Crystal couldn't comprehend what was happening as the kiss was so abrupt. Harry couldn't help but enjoy the little time he had left with his one night stand. They simply enjoyed the kiss, unbeknown to another person present capturing their moment on camera. Crystal didn't want to hang on to any strand of the hope she had left, which was little to none. She didn't want to let herself be disappointed again. 'You can't be disappointed if you expected failure' is the rule she lived by and what got her through her harsh life.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked down, praying to God that Harry didn't sense her vulnerability. She broke another promise that she made herself, never be vulnerable in front of others. Henry's eyes flashed with an emotion before returning to their original coldness, the playfulness now gone completely.

"Here take this. Thank you for your services you may leave now." Harry commanded handing her $200.

"Who do you think I am? A prostitute? A harlot? A whore? Are you looking down on me? Pitying me?" Crystal questioned, angrily before chucking the money at him, muttering, "f*cking bastard"

Harry  didn't say anything about her comment. Instead he pulled out another $500 and threw it at her.

"What are you doing?" Crystal said.

"Is it still not enough for you? Take this and leave me alone." Harry demanded after throwing another $1000 at her. Harry walked away, went into his home and slammed his house door. Leaving Crystal standing in front of his house in bewilderment.

"Bipolar a**hole" She yelled, before picking up the money and putting it through his letterbox. She didn't want to reach a new low that she would take this disgrace of a man's money. No not in this world or any other. Crystal let out a huff and stomped away from his house. As soon as she reached the corner of the road, she fell to the ground and crumbled down. But not in the way you'd think. She didn't cry, instead she screamed. She screamed so loud that people probably thought she was being gang raped or even murdered.

Eventually, after completing her screaming session she made her way to the nearest train station and began her journey home. As soon as she returned home, she collapsed on her bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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Author's note:

word count: 961words