Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Seven

"What are you saying?" I looked at him like he grew three heads and at any point, a talking rabbit would pop out of a hole and tell me I was the next Alice minus the blonde hair. They just had to make an expectation because he couldn't find anyone crazy enough to agree to follow him back.

"Sex. I'm talking about sex. If we could both agree to some terms. I'd like to keep you to myself only." I scrunch my brows together, confused as hell.

"See. You're overthinking already. What are you thinking about exactly?" A lot.

"You don't get to stake your claim in women and decide that you'll be fucking them until your tired of them. I'm not that type of girl Harry. I can see why you must think that but I'm not." He shifts in his seat. His business frame came into view like he was ready to make a bargain with me.

"There isn't another woman in my life right now. I want you if I hadn't made that clear." I rolled my eyes.

"We don't even know each other." I argued back thinking he was crazy.

"It wouldn't be a relationship. I don't know how to do those. You could help me like I could help you." I tilt my head to the side.

"What does that mean? Help me with what?"

"Imagine the media if they caught wind of us as a couple except we wouldn't be. If they asked questions just say we are involved or talk lovely words about each other. It could help clear my name and boost yours." I sit back thinking about it.

"How could you possibly help my name? No offense." He chuckles before crossing his hands on the table.

"Harry styles, the man who is pictured to be a woman chaser can't keep his hands off fashion star owner, Melanie Storm. I could see it now." It wasn't like I hadn't used people before for business reasonings. You do it all the time in this type of work.

"Wouldn't that be wrong? To fake it and then it gets out? Wouldn't that ruin us both." He shakes his head.

"We wouldn't be faking the sex." He smirks.

"Cut that out Harry. I'm serious. This is crazy! Get another woman to fake a relationship with to help clear your name. You could get a dozen." I started to leave before he grabs me and points back at my empty seat with his eyes.

"Sit down. Please." The desperation in his voice pulled me back.

"Take out the the relationship, what about sex?" I swallowed.

"What about it?"

"Don't play dumb" he insists.

"You could have anybody else Harry." He huffs.

"I clearly don't want anybody else but you." But why?

"Of course you walking out of my house the press will know. We don't have to answer anything. Just say we are friends. We don't have to fake the relationship bullshit. They wouldn't have nothing to go by if we both keep our heads away from reporters." I shake my head.

"I don't know Harry. It feels wrong to be using each other for sex. It was good sex don't get me wrong. Mind blowing sex actually but I'm not someone's pet. You can't come to me when you need me." He moves a hand to his lips, wiping away the wetness.

"Let's make rules then." I blinked rapidly.

"Rules?" I raised a brow.

"What do you want out of it? Dates, presents, just say it and I'll get it." I never had a stranger want something like this. I didn't do stuff like this.. How am I supposed to know how they work?