They met at the wrong time under the wrong circumstances, in a world that was not theirs. They had no choice but to move on from each other.
Five years later, Griffin Walker and Harry Styles meet again. How will it end this time?
LOVE BUILT ON LIE...
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HARRY E. STYLES March, 2020
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Gobsmacked.
That's how I felt. Absolutely speechless. Not only because the club bouncers refused to let us upstairs, but also because of Griffin. It did not make sense. But it really did, at the same time. It explained her new-found confidence. It explained the way she behaved with me. She was in power, she was in control. And it was all very fucking sexy.
She pushed herself to the front as Wes continued to argue with the body guard and it felt like the breath got knocked out of me. She wore a completely black outfit, heavy makeup, and a stern facial expression. Her voice held strength with the indication that she had no time to be dealing with the matter presented. Thinking back to my sister's wedding and how Griffin's skin felt under my touch, the silky thighs she now hid under a pair of black trousers got me wondering once more. The tenderness of her breasts filling my hands or the way her broken, crying sounds begged for release more times than I could count.
"I'd like to apologise for the unavailability of the private booths. We know they're popular and we appreciate your enthusiasm tonight, however, our team meeting has been relocated there," she spoke sophisticatedly and with what felt like a hundred and one walls between us. She kept it professional, simply a manager-to-customer approach. "Can I interest you to a drink on the house? And, of course, to ensure this does not happen again, I can block one of the booths out whenever it works best for you?"
Wesley nudged me and cheered, cursed a little more as he thanked Griffin as though they were friends. The woman simply smiled, pleased that she was able to keep her customers then asked us to follow her after she ensured the security that she'll take care of this.
My eyes remained fixated on her hips, they swung from side to side as she walked ahead of us. Even though the room was filled, the only thing I could smell was her. The only thing I could see was her. She managed to completely silence me and gawk at her in awe. I wasn't too sure how it made her feel because over the years, she managed to work out how to mask away her feelings. Back then, it was easy to read her. The first time I did so successfully, was Nadine's twentieth birthday when she wouldn't tell me what bothered her so instead, she pushed it away and pretended to be fine.
She spoke to the bartender about supplying us with endless amount of alcohol as long as we were there, putting it all on her tab. After that, she let us know that she'd find us after the said meeting to sort out the VIP section for us and then left. As she had done so, my eyes followed her. She disappeared within the crowd before she rose like a phoenix from the dead, walking up the stairs with her head held high. From the bar where we sat, I could see perfectly as she nodded at the security guard by the main doors and they opened it up for her so she could walk right in.
"Did you know?" Wes laughed, leaning closer to me and shouted. I shook my head no as my hand reached for the glass of whiskey. Taking a sip of it, I glanced around. Devotion was definitely one hell of a place. The first time I'd been here was when I turned twenty. I was now twenty-six. In the six years, it has changed a lot yet somehow, it remained the same. "I can't believe she turned out to be a boss."
