SWEETHEART • H.S

•Twelve•

I slammed the door behind us as we entered my apartment.

"What the fûck is your problem Styles?"

"You're welcome!"

"What exactly am I thanking you for again? I really want to know"

"I got you a fûcking promotion you unappreciative bîtch! I thought you would be grateful"

I walked up to him and slapped him so hard across the face I swear I could see his head spin around like the cartoons.

I don't know where this disrespectful attitude came from but it better disappear as soon as it came.

His glare was lethal but mine was murderous.

"Don't you EVER put your hands on me again unless it's to grip onto my hair or pump my dick I know you've been craving"

"Fûck off Styles. That was a one time thing and it will never happen again. Leave me alone. Honestly, just go home while you're at it. I don't need a man's protection. I can take care of myself and I could've earned that promotion on my own. Bruno, come"

His nails clicked against the floor as he rushed to my room.

I turned away from the fuming man in my living room and entered my room, slamming the door so harshly it made the windows shake.

I screamed into a pillow before crashing into my bed with Bruno cuddling against my side.

I scratched up and down the back of his head which put him to sleep.

I was thirsty and really wanted a drink but I refused to go out and see that infuriating man.

How dare he take over my own job like that.

I'm sure my boss is not happy about this new promotion but what can I do?

If I refuse then we lose Harry's contract with us and jobs will be lost and lives could be ruined.

I sighed out in annoyance and decided to swallow my pride to get some damn water.

I got up, careful not to wake Bruno, and made my way out and into the kitchen.

"Back so soon?"

I ignored him and opened my fridge to pull out my pitcher.

I set it down on the counter as I opened my cupboard to grab a cup.

He must've thought it was funny because he bust out laughing as I realized all the cups were on the top shelf that I needed a stool to get to.

I gripped the edge of the counter in pure rage and annoyance.

I whipped around and marched to the bastard laying on my couch.

"What the fûck is your prob-"

I was silenced by his lips smashing on mine as he stood up and we both growled in anger and lust as we ripped at each other's clothes.

"You make me so fûcking angry. Why do you do that Natalia?"

He bit down harshly on the side of my neck making me growl with lust as I dug my nails into his lower back after removing his neatly tucked in silk shirt.

I placed my lips next to his ear as I grabbed his balls through his dress pants making him gasp in shock and pleasure.

"Because you provoke me so damn much. You brought this on yourself"

I pulled back only to grip the front of his pants by the waistband, dragging him back to my room.

"Bruno, bed"