Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Eleven

The sun was too bright not to wake me up. The spot next to me was empty. It was like nobody slept next to me. Did Harry sleep on the sofa? On cue, he walks in with two cups of coffee with nothing but boxers and a black silk robe on. His hair was all messy from last night. He didn't bother typing his robe but I didn't mind. His tattoos were so interesting and so damn sexy.

I never thought I'd be so drawn to them but I was. I wanted to know the stories behind them.

"Last night was fun huh?" He hands me my coffee.

"Which time?" I smirk.

"I think we should go over some more rules today. Like the sex part. Did you like the cuffs?" I stare at him unable to think of words.

"Are you into that kind of stuff?" He nods.

"It isn't for everyone I know. I like to be in control but I seem to lose it around you." I loved how honest he was and I felt incredible being able to have this much control over him.

"Like I said. I've never had sex with accesories or anything. It was boring."

"How many guys have you been with?" His question caught me off guard.

"One before you."

"You kept them all away, didn't you?" I shake my head before leaning up against his headboard.

"Work is a priority for me and I had no time for casual or quick hookups. I didn't want that. You just got lucky that night." I teased knowing I did.

"I'm more than willing to try anything new though." I added.

"I want to make you feel comfortable at all times. How can I assure that?" I think.

"We could have a safe word." I suggested.

"Never had one of those but it'll work for me."

I look around his room before seeing the strawberry scented candle next to his bed.

"Strawberry. That could be my safe word." He raises a brow.

"What? It's my safeword." I pouted.

"Shouldn't I have another one for if you get scared of thinking you're going too far with the whole kinky stuff when you aren't?"

"I don't get what you mean." He sits his cup on the marbled coaster on the nightstand.

"I don't want you to be scared to do anything with me. I'm sure you've done with multiple women so I don't want you to limit your desires around me. It could be green, like a traffic sign. If I say green, everything is fine and keep fucking me." He adjusts himself on the bed.

"Business charities, balls, and gathering. When asked about relation to another we can just say we are talking but I want you around me most of the time." I nod.

His reputation was important. He was seen as a wealthy man with gorgeous women at his hips and I'm sure many other men despise him for that.

I couldn't relate. I've always gone alone.

"It might be weird though. I don't ever bring dates so expect to be hounded by my designers" It was still new to me as well, for once I didn't have to stand alone and envy the other gorgeous women who had dates.

"I've never brought anybody else twice besides Elena." My body freezes and then relaxes as he hints it'll be weird for his friends as well.

"Your ex-fiance." His jaw tightens.

"It wasn't like that."

"You put a ring on her finger harry. It had to be something like that." my voice came out bitter without intending to. We didn't talk for a couple minutes and I gave in.

"I should go" I get up before he lightly grabs my arm.

"Don't. I don't want to be alone right now." I look at his soft face and somehow see fear behind them. Harry seems to hold so much in and it wasn't my job to get it out of him but if he was ever ready, I was willing to be that friend he needed.

I know this is crazy but I don't care. I don't care If I've only known Harry for a week, being in his company made me feel different. It made me feel like a diamond in a pot of dirt. It doesn't feel wrong being with him. It feels the opposite. It was like my broken pieces were made to fit his puzzle.

I didn't want to question this anymore.

He pulled me onto his lap with my legs on each side, my knees touching the bed while my ass was being held by his hands.

"I can't promise you anything and you deserve that." He whispers in my ear before nipping at it. My face was against his, unable to look into his eyes, afraid to tell him how I felt.

"I'm not asking for anything harry. I just want you." It was true, even if I liked Harry, which I did. I just wanted to be around him and not mess this up.

He starts suckings on my kneck before smacking my ass hard. I jump. He smooths it over with a hand and my body craves it again.

"Green" I whisper in his ear before he stands with me attached to him and drops me on the bed.

"What did you say?" He takes my body up and down with his emerald eyes.

"It's okay if you didn't hear me. We can get breakfast instead" I plastered a smile on my face before moving my hands to my breast and massaging them with both hands.

"The things you do to me" He pulls me to the edge of the bed before sinking down on his knees.