Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Three

The car ride was absolute torture. He couldn't keep his hands off of me and I couldn't help but return every single touch. There was no amount of fabric that could hide his hard cock and the hissing every time my hands brushed past his center gave away just how bad it was getting to him. My mouth watered at the sight of his buff arms flexing when he reached to feel the pool forming inside my red lace panties, the slight touch rising goosebumps all over my body.

We didn't make sense. He had so many choices tonight and somehow he settled for me. The girl who looked hideous in a dress that she didn't have the balls to pick out herself. He couldn't be more out of my league, and I was still deciding if it was a good thing.

We exchanged names throughout the rough kisses we shared and we didn't do much more talking than that. We were both just taking each other in.

He pulls away from our deep kiss with a tug of my bottom lip to tell me we made it to his place. We waited until Keaton came around and opened the door for us, Harry taking my hand in his gently.

His place was stunning. It was modeling wood, corners filled with exquisite greenery that took my breath away. I felt like the side character in an indie film.

"I know this might be too much for you, I don't usually bring anyone here." He didn't know how much I related to that sentence. I had an irrational fear of being used. If I met a potential friend, we would always meet at their place since my apartment was a five-star lounge. Until I had the revelation the world wasn't out to get me. I laughed hysterically when it finally clicked that people have better things to do than plot my downfall. I didn't have any reason to fear, not yet at least.

It struck me that I felt a hint of jealousy when he said he doesn't usually bring anyone here. It wasn't realistic for me to feel like this, so I shook the stupid feelings away knowing there are women before me and there will be many after me. This is just one of those one-night-only deals I swore I would never do. I was breaking all of my rules for him and I didn't mind, his mere presence was intoxicating enough to will any trace of my better judgment away and there was nothing I could do.

It wasn't too much for me--I told myself repeatedly. I didn't want to tell him just yet about my business and I hope it wouldn't somehow come up.

"I love it." I smiled, watching as his face filled with relief. I was sure he was expecting a show, the typical squeal of surprise people let out when they find out you're rich, "Oh my god! You didn't tell you were rich" Been there done that my friend, not a good feeling. I've had some pretty shitty people in my life. The ones who claimed to love me and really only loved my money and the small fame that came with it. I guess therapy helps.

We make it through the front door and he immediately starts ripping at his suit, nevermind if the place is empty. I'm also positive he broke a couple of buttons doing so, guess he doesn't have to worry about replacing them.

I started to slide my dress down, matching the desperation in his movements, but he stopped me.

"I get the honors of doing that." His voice was low and hoarse and black pupils were staring back at me, the intensity making me swallow hard.

He led me up the steps, almost skipping every other step and pulling me forward with him, soon to be inside his vast bedroom. It was fancy and cozy at the same time, like an expensive hotel room with some candles to make it homier. The king-size bed was in the middle of the room, two black nightstands on each side holding two lamps that shone dimmed light on the premises. The curtains were pulled back and the view of the starry night was breathtaking, it was beautiful but I had little time to dwell in the magic of the panorama because he was quickly tugging at the edges of my dress.