His Girl

chapter 13

James.
The club was busy but we managed to get a good seat. We sat in a booth and began drinking shots. I notice a few girls trying to get the attention of these guys but where failing. They looked pretty hot. One of them looked at me and smiled so I waved for them to join us. The 3 girls came over and failed to flirt with us. I was soon bored of their whining.
I hope Harper ate today
I should have checked on her.
I should have apologised for this morning.
"Are you even listening " one of the girls asked. I roll my eyes at her annoying voice. 
"Not real, wanna fuck" I ask simply bored of whatever conversation we were having.
The girl smiled and nodded. "Good, let's go" I turn to ethan and logan "I'll see you both later"

That night we went to one of my hotels and we fucked. It was meaningless and I didnt feel anything for her. I got up and got dressed. The girl was still asleep and it annoyed me. I didnt bother to wake her instead I left the room.  I told the manager to make sure the girl is out within the hour before I leave the hotel.

I got home an hour later. It was 9am and I expected Harper to be eating breakfast but when I walked in she was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she woke up early and had it. I went up to her room to check on her. Only she was still asleep and her duvet was pulled tight over her. I go to pull the duvet down a little to avoid her suffocating only her eyes open and they are filled with fear. "Hey good morning" I tell her expecting her to say it back but she doednt instead she moves away. "Sorry sir" was all she says and gets up, well tries but as soon as she sits I realise how pale she is. She didnt look well. "Why are you sorry" I ask. "Its late, I didn't have breakfast ready for you, I accept my punishment, sir" she tells me which made me angry. How could she say that. "Just rest" I say and walk towards the door but what she says stopped me. "Did you kill that person sir" she asked her voice shaking from fear. How does she know. Like what the fuck. "What are you talking about" I ask hoping she will tell me. "Just you seemed really angry when you came back yesterday, sir"  she mutters barely audible.  Fuck. She saw me. I need to find out what she knows. I grabbed her by her top and pinned her against the nearest wall. As I look at her, her eyes were filled with fear, maybe I'm being to rough with her, violence is the only way I know how when it comes to getting answers. "What did you see" I ask tightening my grip as she begun to struggle.
"Nothing, I saw nothing sir" she was lying. How dare she. "Harper" I warn. She then burst into tears and my grip loosened not liking the thought of being the cause of her sadness. "I was shutting my curtains when you got out of the car, you were covered in blood. I didnt see anything else, sir" she says through tears. "Harper I'm sorry you had to see that but just know you are not in any danger" I tell her trying to comfort her but failing. "You said if I fucked up you will kill me, I have fucked up already, you will kill me" she cried as she spoke and it broke my non existent heart. "What have you done to fuck up" I tell her as I pull her into a hug and go to sit on her bed. She complies and soon we are hugging. This feels wierd, I have never comforted someone in years and I certainly have never dealt with a crying girl. "I broke your rules I'm a fuck up, sir" she mumbled into my chest. Rules. I had them for a reason but I regret giving her them, I hated seeing her like this. "Tell me how you broke them" I ask hoping she didnt know.
"Rule one, I have not answered you verbally a few times, rule two I have not obeyed you, I didnt eat yesterday I'm sorry I didnt feel well, rule three, I lied, I  said I didnt see anything but I did and now rule four I'm crying, sir" she explained. I take in what she said but all the bothered me was she didnt eat. "have you eaten today yet" I ask. She shook her head but stopped realising what she had done. "I'm sorry, no sir I havent" she says. "Let me make you something" I ask hoping she will agree. "Ok sir" she whispers. "Good, you go get dressed and I'll get breakfast sorted" I tell her as I remove my arms from her waist. She pulls back and a faint smile makes it's way onto her face. "Thank you" she whispers and goes too find some clothes. I leave her to it and go to my own room. I quickly shower and change my clothes before heading down to make us breakfast. I couldnt stop thinking about hos she felt in my arms and how she said thank you without calling me sir. I was making pancakes for us and I was determined to make them taste good. I wanted her to like them.