Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
2019, September 12th - wednesday | 2am
                          
Harry's P.O.V: 
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
                          
"You know, you really shouldn't smoke here." Ralph raises his eyebrows to me. 
                          
"Well, there's a lot of things that shouldn't be done here, but you don't see me bitching about it." I smirk, before taking a long drag of my cigarette, the smoke filling my lungs and immediately making me feel lighter. 
                          
Ralph presses his lips together and Abel chuckles by my side, and I feel it was a personal little victory -  he is terribly moody today, even more than usual. I reckon he is kind of pissed that he is the one doing the boring job with me tonight, while Rickie is out there having fun. 
                          
I mean, our conception of fun, that is. 
                          
We are walking across S&L's corridors, down at the underground floors. Ralph is one of our best attendants here, and even though he is not nearly as good as Arthur, the head of production at S&L's London subsidiary, he is decent enough. He just need to loosen up a bit. 
                          
What is up with people in New York being so damn uptight? 
                          
Speaking of twichy Americans, I still can't believe in my luck of being busted by Aster earlier. Her face was just priceless - if I was having a nice time before, it doesn't even compares to what I've felt when our eyes locked together. It was like I was drowning on the ocean blue of hers and for a moment I actually felt like she was the one laying over that table, not that other girl. My dick got harder, my movements more reckless and I literally felt an urge deep in my throat, like a thirst that I will never be able to quench. I can't even begin to explain how amazing it felt to be fucking someone while looking at Aster, just to think about that makes my stomach flutter. 
                          
The way Aster looked at me, with her eyes widened and blushed cheeks, lips parted, chest going up and down fast - she was shocked, yes, but there was something else, something more that I can't quite put my finger on. It's like she was paralyzed to her very core, but also, I don't know, maybe kinda... Curious? 
                          
No, that's not possible. Aster is too much of a prude, uptight woman to be actually curious. She was probably just blown away with the scene she was witnessing, and the only reason why she didn't start screaming and throwing things at me was because she is so much of a priss, she probably goes completely frozen when it comes to sex. 
                          
But I wonder, how is she in bed? 
                          
Something tells me she is the type who wants to be dominated, but would never admit it. Instead, she probably likes to take control, doing things her way but secretly wishing her partner would turn the tables and make her beg for mercy. Deep down, I feel like she wants to be punished, and would probably do anything to trigger that. She would be challenging, stubborn, saucy, always trying to keep you on edge and make you fucking lose it... 
                          
Fuck, I would love to teach her some manners. 
                          
"Mr. Styles?" I hear Ralph's voice calling for me, my mind suddenly getting back to reality. Shit, for a moment I even forgot where I am.