Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Eight

This work day was going by ever so slowly. I didn't have the drive to do anything today. I couldn't get my mind off the agreement with Harry. How is it possible to think about someone so much? I cannot stop thinking about him. It makes me mad.

Harry was the head of Champions Music records. Music stars all around the world work under his name. His parents divorced when he was 5 and his dad had custody. His mom abandoned him after that and then when he was 18, his dad apparently cut him out and was murdered a couple years later and left everything to Harry at 21.

I also found out that he was once engaged, just for a short period of time to a girl named Elena. Did he fall madly in love with her? She must be beautiful. He said he didn't do relationships.. maybe it failed because of that.

I didn't know much about them either. I was hoping one day Brandon would tell me he wanted something more but he never did. I mean I guess we really were just friends with benefits as well. It was different. I knew him for years. I guess it took awhile to get over that feeling of not being good enough for him.

When I was young, I always thought about weddings and how I was excited to have one and fall madly in love but now that I'm older, I really don't see myself ever getting married.

I also didn't see myself here at 25.

You really do dream big as a kid.

I pick up my ringing office phone as Theresa's voice comes in.

"We have a package for you Miss Storm. Do you want me to send it in?" I haven't been online shopping lately so I have no clue on what it must be.

"Sure" I hang up and minutes later she comes in with a brown envelope. It was the size of a book. She sits it down with a look on her face that I couldn't describe.

"Theresa, are you okay?" I question as she nods.

"The handsome gentleman on the phone told me to give you a message. I wrote it down because it is a tad bit inappropriate for a work setting." She hands me a pink sticky note and rushes out.

I look down at the note and my face turns red.

"Theresa is a doll. I bought you some sexy black lace lingerie for this weekend along with a key to my house. Can't wait to fuck you, -Styles"

I'm going to kill him.

How dare he send me something like this to my office? I could only think about what Theresa thought of me now.

I'm sure her face heated up though as he complimented her.

She was a doll. I'd be lost without all her help.

I open the envelope to see a set of black matching lingerie. It was actually cute. I would actually wear something like this. It wasn't revealing, the lace was thick and the trim had a line of red around it. I'm starting to think he had a thing for the color red.

I gasp when I see the fluffy cuffs at the bottom. I pulled them out with one finger looking at them with such confusion. Why would he send me these? My phone starts buzzing.

"Hope you liked the outfit. Can't wait to see you in it this weekend." I try to calm myself down before replying.

"You should've seen the look on my secretary's face." I cross my legs in my leather chair.

"I wouldn't doubt it. Did you like the other gift?"

"I'm confused on why we need them." I answered honestly.

"I guess that is something else we need to go over. What type of things we like and lust for during sex." I almost can't believe yet again we were talking about sex over text. I've never done stuff like this.