stellar [h.s]
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  • Reads 115
  • Votes 16
  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 5m
Ongoing, First published Apr 08, 2021
After recently graduating from college, Jules scores an internship for the summer at her fathers company in New York. After a few months of this job, Jules discovers that the successful company isn't so successful just out of luck. 

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"You" he said and stepped closer, "when did you get so"

He moved his hands in a curving motion, "hot"

"Fuck off Harry" I said and tried to step away but he put his hand in front of my body and I stepped back. 

"That's not very kind Julesy" he said and furrowed his brows. I cringed at the nickname he used to call me. 

"You know I don't like when you call me that" I said. The further I tried to step away, the closer he inched towards me. 

"I know you don't like a lot of things I say" 

Yeah because you're a narcissistic, privileged white boy who has no filter and no respect for women. 

"Not gonna argue with that one" I said. 

"Well it's gonna be a long summer if you keep up that attitude darling" he winked at me. 

"Don't call me darling. Don't call me Julesy. My name is Jules. Call me that or nothing at all" I said and stormed out of the room. I cannot fucking believe he was here. Harry and I unfortunately go way back. His dad is one of my dads business partners. When they first started the company we used to go on family vacations together and spend holidays together. We were actually really close friends until that last trip to the Bahamas when he-
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