More Than You Know (h.s)

Prologue.

ROSALIE'S POV ❁

The soft clicking of my heels on the laminated flooring below me is a strangely comforting sound as I pace down the hall. The cups of coffee in my hands are steaming and my hair is swaying with each of my steps.

"Mrs. Styles, always lovely to see you." The receptionist at the front desk, Veronica, greets. I smile back at her while approaching the desk and she's got her phone pressed to her ear before I can even say anything.

"Mr. Styles, your wife is here to see you. Shall I send her in?" The woman asks softly into the phone receiver, then smiles after his short reply.

"Go on in." She dismisses, placing the phone back onto the base. I smile thankfully, then turn on my heel and walk swiftly towards the office.

Just as I reach my hand out to turn the handle, the door swings open and I almost bump noses with a woman about my height leaving the office. She gasps in surprise, but doesn't think much more of it before straightening out her crooked blouse and continuing to breeze past me.

"Hey baby." Harry greets the second I walk through the door. I look over at him in slight disappointment when I notice he's tucking his shirt back into his plants, which then explains the girls ruffled shirt.

"Hey," I mumble back. The heavy wood door to his office shuts behind me and we're left in silence seconds later.

"Did you bring me a snack? I'm famished." He asks, watching me pace over to him while attempting to tie his tie around his neck.

"Yeah, ham breakfast sandwich." I hum back. He smiles gratefully and moves on from fighting his tie to buckle his belt instead.

"Work up a sweat?" I ask softly, turning his body to face mine so that I can fix his tie for him. He smells heavily of sex and his hair is a mess on top of his head. I try to conceal my frown while looking up at him.

"Yeah, Christ. She wanted to be tied up to the desk and all this kinky shit but I kind of had to lay down the law and tell her we were in my office and couldn't just take two hours living out her bedroom fantasies." He responds exasperatedly as if he's angry the woman asked more from him than a quick screw on his desk.

"I got her number, though. She said she wants me to come to her place sometime so I really can tie her up." He adds, smirking at the thought.

"Are you going to call her?" I ask back skeptically. He scoffs as if it's the most ridiculous question.

"Of course I am. You know how much I love a good shag with handcuffs and ropes." He chuckles back. I laugh a bit too while trying to cover up my discomfort.

Harry's been sleeping with girls left and right for the last four years, and as much as I love seeing him happy, I hate hearing about it.

We started this open marriage only six months after we got married when both of us thought it was too good to be true to have someone to come home to at night while also having the ability to see or sleep with whomever we wanted to on the side. Harry took full advantage of the situation, where as I found it easier to imagine myself coming across an opportunity rather than actually making a move. Harry's slept with any girl that's given him even the slightest look indicating she wants something from him, whereas I've only considered that it's an option.

I've found it hard to be unfaithful to him, even though it wouldn't be an issue. I'm ready to settle down, though, and I'm not sure how to tell him I want to end our agreement.

"How's your day been?" I ask softly, stepping away from him just as he reaches for his coffee that I brought him. I grab my own cup and move up to sit on his desk while he settles back into his large leather chair.