clash | h.s

I could still feel his eyes. Those green eyes. His eyes were on me like I was the only person in this fairly crowded room.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the tall, mysterious, curly haired man standing right behind me, too close for my liking. Uncomfortable, yet comfortable at the same time.

His front touching my lower back. One hand gripping my lower hip. Hot air from his lips touching my lower ear, almost nibbling. A dark voice making me shiver to match a dark, mysterious man.

"What is someone as stunning as you doing in here, alone?" The gorgeous man says with pure confidence.

"J-just trying to get donations to help the preschool."

"I know a way that can get you tons of donations."

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Harry Styles, powerful CEO at 26. Confident, ruthless, bitter, and possessive who shows no care for people, but a few. Power is also what he likes, what he desires.

Arabella Ruse, incoming preschool teacher. A caring, lovable woman who enjoys life more than others. Too kind and pure for this world.

Harry and Arabella are two types of people that are supposed to clash. In this case, will opposites attract?