Don't Judge {Completed}

Part 16

Your POV

I twiddled the small tea cup in my hands as I waited for Harry to say something about his offer. I was too excited and anxious to hear what he had to say, hoping it was good news and not bad. I hoped he wasn't really like how he was at the club cause right now I could certainly use a break. He sat in silence too, looking up at me occasionally to simply look at me and probably trying to process the words he was trying to spit out. So instead I decided to sit in silence and sip my tea, hoping he would just come out and say it.

"So I bet your wondering why I'm here , he asked. "I am, care to explain", I asked.

"I want to propose a deal", he said immediately transforming into a business man that I knew he was.

"I'm listening and keeping an open mind , I smiled at him.

"I want to hire you privately for me", he said.

"Excuse me", I took a gasp of air in surprise not expecting those words.

"What do you mean privately", I asked wanting to confirm the thoughts I had in my head.

"Like for sex and dancing for me", he said simply.

"What's the matter with you, you think because girls strip they must want money and have desperation leaking gout of their pores enough to that they would jump on any opportunity a rich asshole throws at them. Well that's not me, I told you before I don't do that shit and if you think because your rich and can throw any amount of money at me to get what you want. The doors right there, help yourself out", I waved him off and got off the couch and stood in front of my big window looking out with my arms crossed across my chest.

"It's just sex", Harry came behind me and tried to comfort me.

"Believe it or not Harry I haven't had sex since giving birth to Colin, I don't bang every guy in the back that wants a private dance. Just go", I huffed.

"I'll go but it won't be the last you hear of me. I always get what I want", he threatened.

"Good thing for you Mr. Styles is I'm not afraid to put up a fight. Now....", I turned to face him. "Get the fuck out of my house!!"
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It had been a couple of days since I saw Harry and I was so damn glad that I didn't have to see him. I currently was sitting in front of my vanity mirror with tonight's makeup running down my face. Maybe I should consider his offer, he was an ass but at least I didn't have to deal with guys like this hanging around me. Grabbing my body and boobs, I didn't have to worry about the vile things that were being said to me. Grabbing my makeup wipe, I started the heady task in wiping it all off and taking off my false lashes. Once I had washed my face, I braided my hair into a side braid and took off what was left of my skimpy outfit and slid on comfortable clothes. Grabbing the two stacks of hundreds on my vanity table, I rolled them up and shoved hem into my bag. Slinging it over my shoulder I made my way out of the club and to my car. I had the next couple of days off due to a big event that raised money for the club to get renovations and I was looking forward to it. I took a deep breath once I got out of the club and let out a squeal when I saw Harry standing out the back waiting for me.

"Jesus Christ, what are you doing here", I breathed.

"Came to see if you thought further about my proposal", he asked shrugging.

"I have but I'm still not going for it", I held my head high and walked past him.

"So your comfortable with guys groping your body and putting their hands down your panties", he asked darkly.

"I know what your doing and it won't work, I'm not going to work for you just so you can use me as a sex slave. What about my son, he's my life and I will not leave him where ever the hell you want just to fuck me!" I yelled stuffing my bag into my car.

"What about your place then baby, then you won't have to worry about your mistake", he breathed in my ear.

I whirled around and raised my hand slapping him in the face with force, my son might have been a lot of thing but a mistake wasn't one. He was my life. I let out a yelp as he grabbed both my wrists and pinned me to the side of the car.

"Your a feisty bitch you know that", he tutted. "Fuck you", I spat at him.

"Don't worry darling, you will".