Chapter 32: Showers and Meals

                                    

                                          
a/n: kinda important authors note at the end of this chapter pls read it ok thanks continue reading
                          
   
                          
Paris. New York. China. 
                          
All of these places, Harry and I travelled in less than 3 months. He had locations everywhere and he really wasn't kidding me when he said he did. His mafia bases were at each of those locations and to say I was exhausted was an understatement. But I didn't really mind being this exhausted as long as I was blessed by the mafia daddy himself. 
                          
Puerto Vallarta. That's where we were this time. And to see a tanned, tatted Harry Styles was more than I could've ever asked for. 
                          
"It's getting hot in here," Harry sang, shaking his cute butt which was only covered by his grey Calvin Klein boxers, low on his waist. He was facing the cabinets as he grabbed the television remote. "So take off all your clothes." 
                          
He turned around and came over so that he was standing right in front of me, from my spot on the couch. I looked up at him, smirking at the sight of his beautiful, muscular body. His penthouse was huge and it was luxurious -- I wouldn't expect anything less from Harry. 
                          
A lot of his things were huge and luxurious, if you know what I mean. 
                          
"Take off your clothes, babe," he nudged my cheek slightly with his pointer finger, topped off with a childish grin on his face. He threw the remote onto the other couch. 
                          
"Or should I say my clothes?" He said, eying how I was wearing only his large black t-shirt with some denim shorts. 
                          
"Sure you can handle it, Captain Virgin?" I snorted as his mouth dropped open, his eyes snapping up to mine. 
                          
"Mami, if there's anyone that's Virgin Radio here, its most definitely you," he rebutted, sitting down beside me as the couch sank. 
                          
"Okay Virginia," I smiled at him as he smirked. 
                          
"Are you testing my authority, sweetheart?" He asked lowly in a taunting voice, running his tongue over his plump lip and the black ring which adorned it. 
                          
When his hand ran up my leg painfully slowly, the cold of his ring clad fingers playing with my warm skin, I felt my face heat up. He walked his fingers to my hip, biting down on his lip with a half grin. 
                          
"Perhaps," I replied as he grinned, a hint of selfish dark green taking over his light eyes. 
                          
He finally pulled me closer, placing both of his hands on my waist. I helped him by moving so that I was straddling his waist. His hands went to my bum immediately, giving it a light squeeze, seeing as he was obsessed with grabbing it. He grinned playfully, the lust in his eyes still there as he continued to bite down on his lip to suppress his growing smile. 
                          
I really was living the life. Sitting on my hot boyfriend's lap in his luxurious penthouse in Puerto Vallarta with no care in the world. 
                          
"Grabbing the melons, huh?" I smirked down at him as his smile faltered. 
                          
"Melons?" He repeated like a lost child with wide eyes. 
                          
"You're touching my melons," I stated. 
                          
"You knew what melons meant the whole time?" He gasped in surprise as I rolled my eyes.