Boy Toy (L.S)

Harry grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Exactly, baby. I want our next encounter to be somewhere more... interesting."

Louis chuckles, a mixture of surprise and curiosity evident in his expression. "And where, pray tell, do you have in mind?"

Harry leans in, his lips brushing against Louis' lips. "How about my bed?"

Louis pulls back, feigning shock. "Your bed? Seriously? Isn't that a bit forward, Mr. Styles?"

Harry smirks, his fingers tracing light patterns on Louis' thigh. "Oh, I just want to have you all to myself, love."

"You're awfully confident, aren't you?"

"I have every reason to be, considering you're irresistibly mine."

"Yeah. Fuck you, Harry."

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Problems. Restrictions. Obsession. Anger. Redemption. Taming.

Love?

Things get messed up, but back to normal. Messed up again....back to normal again?

Louis is only eighteen, and he dances and strips for money in an elite gentlemen's club. Sticks to his business and business only. His pureness attracts people.

Harry is a domineering, rich man, and he becomes the new owner of the club. And now he really wants to have this boy at any price, because Harry knows that everything can be bought. But Louis doesn't seem to reveal his price.

MATURE
MATURE
MATURE
MATURE
MATURE

*Don't comment on my story saying it's not for me or these themes are not for me. It's marked mature, so you know what to expect.*