Harry’s POV:

“Right there, Harry! Fuck, don’t stop, baby!” The sexy blonde laying in front of me kept screaming every five seconds and it was really starting to fucking piss me off. I put my hand over her mouth and starting ramming her even harder than before to shut her up.

I had her pinned down on the hood of the Lamborghini that came to the shop earlier. Ironically, the same car I saw her get out of today when her boyfriend dropped it off to get the paint job touched up. We eye fucked each other the entire time she was there and before they left in a cab, she slipped me her number and a message that read Call for a good fuck.

I was used to having fit women pass me their numbers when they came in with their significant others to the garage. It’s what made me love my job even more; owning one of the best detail shops in the entire city of London meant that I would come in contact with the best selection of sex deprived women available.

Like this beauty sprawled out beneath me; her silicone-filled tits were bouncing up and down as I thrusted my fully erect shaft into her tight little hole. I could feel the warm sensation in the pit of my stomach growing quickly and I knew I was close to completion. I took my hand away from her mouth and lowered my torso down on hers, rested my left forearm on the hood of the car while my right hand snaked up her side and ended with a fistful of her hair.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. I bet you’re making such a mess on your boyfriend’s new paint job. Such a naughty girl.” She stared me in the eyes and let a sexy mewl escape from her plump pink lips, swollen from our recent make out session. I could tell that my position change had caused more friction against her swollen clit because she continued to buck her hips against mine, trying to rub herself on me even more.

I let my head drop to the sweaty crevice where her shoulder and neck meet and start sucking violently on a spot that I found out earlier made her moan uncontrollably. I smirked as I heard her start to vocalize her arousal again.

“I-I’m so close, Harry.” I stopped sucking and lifted my head to glare into her eyes.

“You better not fucking come yet. I’m not done with you.” She nodded quickly before her eyes rolled in the back of her head and I began to pump harder than before, feeling myself close the gap to my orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to come inside your cheating little pussy.” She meandered her arms underneath my armpits and starting digging her fake nails into my shoulder blades. I winced a little, but the pain only helped me finally reach my breaking point.

I managed to squeeze my eyes open long enough to glance down into hers and growl the words she so desperately needed to hear.

“Come with me, baby.” And that’s exactly what she did. I could feel her walls forcefully clamp down on my dick as she released a lust-filled moan. I drove myself into her a couple more times, feeling my emission pool up in the tip of my condom.

I lazily laid my body down on hers, basking in the post-coital high we were both riding.

“Wow, that was amazing. Shawn never fucks me like that.” Of course he doesn’t, the asshole probably has a microscopic dick. I slowly pull myself out of her and take the condom off my shaft, throwing it in the trash can next to the car.

“So, can I call you sometime, Harry?” She peered at me longingly as I began to dress myself.

“Why don’t I just call you when I’m free.” I stated casually, knowing I probably wouldn’t call her; chicks like that were a dime a dozen in my line of business and I’d probably have some new fuck doll tomorrow to mess around with.

She smiled as she slid down from the hood, re-dressing herself before walking towards me and planting a wet kiss on my mouth, taking my bottom lip in between her teeth before stepping back and looking at me with hungry eyes.

“I hope you do.” And with that she walked out of the shop and I strolled over to assess the damage we did to the front of her boyfriend’s car. Shit, I’d have to make sure to clean that up before he came to pick it up at the end of the week.

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“God, Harry! You’re such a dirty bastard!” Louis punched me in the arm as I told him about last night’s conquest.

I held my arm and chuckled at the crazy look he was giving me. “Sorry, Lou, I thought you would be happy for me!”

“Why the fuck do you think I want to hear about what you do in here when we’re closed?” His hands covered his face and I could tell he was trying to hide a smirk.

Louis had been my best friend as long as I could remember. He moved to Holmes Chapel when I was in 4th grade and he was in 6th, and we have been friends since then.

We bonded over our love of cars early in our friendship and made a pact to run our very own detail shop, which is exactly what we did. H&L Detail had become our lives the minute we opened a couple years back. Our dream had grown into one of the best detail shops in London and we were living a damn good life.

Once our shop’s finances were stabilized, we brought on some new additions to the team. Zayn Malik was East London’s best detailer and Louis’ family friend. He moved from Bradford two years before Louis and I had gotten to London and created a sick image for himself. Louis called him as soon as we opened and offered him a job; he instantly said yes and has brought us so many amazing customers.

Liam Payne and Niall Horan were mine and Louis’ friends from Holmes Chapel. Liam was one of the smartest people I knew; he had went to university to study Finance and Accounting during the time Louis and I were trying to build our business. We reached out to him after he graduated to join the team and help us with the financial side of our shop, and he accepted right away. He handled all of the business aspects of the shop and made sure that we were bringing in enough clients to cover our expenses.

Niall, on the other hand, was a doctor when it came to figuring out what was wrong with cars. Even though we weren’t known as a shop that fixed cars, most of our customers trusted us so much with their expensive vehicles that they asked us for consultations on problems they were having.

Niall could take one look at a car and know exactly what was wrong. And because I had a large network of people in the business who carried parts for cars like the ones we worked on, I would get amazing deals for our customers. I think that was why we had so many repeat clients, but also so many new customers referenced to us by our regulars.

Business was good, to say the least. I had good friends, a job I loved and a new woman every night. I don’t think my life could get any better than it was right now.

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Louis and I worked on a Cadillac CTS while I was telling him about the chick I hooked up with last night.

“One of these days, Haz, you’re going to fall for one of these little bimbos and I’m not going to save you.” I scoffed at the thought of actually settling down with one person. I had silently promised myself years ago to never stop fucking until I was too old to get a hard on.

“The day that happens, Lou, is the day you finally fucking propose to Eleanor!” As much as I knew I was a man whore, Louis was the farthest from that. He and Eleanor had been dating for almost six years and they were completely head over heels for each other. I really liked what El had done to Louis; she made him into the best man he could be. I wanted him to be happy and I knew spending the rest of his life with her would give him that.

“Oh c’mon, Harry! You bring this up all the time! I’m not ready yet! And neither is Eleanor.” He exasperated and went back to shining up the rim he was working on.

“Well, if you don’t do something soon, I may have to swoop in and steal her away from you.” I busted out in a fit of laughter as I saw the look of disgust wash over his face after hearing what I said.

“Fuck off, you twat!” I chuckled and finished the shining up the hood of the car before rubbing my hands together.

“Alright, I’m done with the hood, just finish up with the rims and then I’ll call Matt to pick up his car.” He nodded as I walked away towards the office.

“Haz! We got a new customer out front!” I heard Niall yell from the front of the garage.

“On it!” I strolled over to the front door and opened it to see a bright yellow Aston Martin parked in front of one of the garage doors. A guy, dressed in what looked to be a very expensive suit, opened the driver’s side door and stepped out, fixing the buttons on his jacket. I could already tell he was a jackass when he didn’t even open the car door for the woman who was sitting in the passenger’s side.

I looked as the passenger’s door opened, and my breath hitched. The figure that stepped out was like no one I had ever seen. Sure, I had hooked up with a lot of blondes in my 22 years of life, but this one was different. Tall and lean with the longest legs I’ve ever laid eyes on. She was sun kissed and her long, blonde hair was cascading over her shoulders in beachy waves.

I was surprised to see she wasn’t wearing the normal attire a rich man’s girlfriend would wear. She had frayed cut-offs that accentuated her hips and a crop top that allowed for full access to view her toned stomach.

Her face made my heart skip a few beats as she and her boy toy walked over to meet me. She had an angular jaw and beautiful set of crystal blue eyes. Her pretty mouth was played down into a bored pout.

When her eyes met mine, I saw her mouth open into a small “O” shape and she quickly looked away. I tore my gaze from her as the man she was with held out his hand to meet mine.

“You Harry?” I nodded slowly.

“That’s what they call me.” I shook his hand and dropped my arm to rest at my side.

“Name’s Heath. Heath Long. James Masterson gave me your number. Said you were good at fixing up cars.” The bastard didn’t even look me in the eye when he was talking, like I was some sort of peasant. I could feel my temper rising up and I clenched my fists to calm myself down.

“We like to think we do a good job.” I glanced quickly at the blonde standing next to him and caught her stare. I winked playfully and I could tell she had started to blush.

“Well, I need a new paint job done to my baby over there. I don’t like her yellow anymore, I want a pearl black color put on her.” I nodded and thought to myself how much I hate people that assign genders to their cars.

“Sure. That’ll take about a week. If you go inside and talk with the man behind the desk, he can set you up with everything you need to know and call you a cab to take you to wherever you need to go.” He still hadn’t made eye contact with me and nodded swiftly before turning to stare at the woman next to him.

“Stay here. Don’t do anything to embarrass me.” He grabbed her upper arm tightly before walking away towards the office. She winced at his hard grasp and it made me want to kiss the spot where he hurt her.

Wait, what the fuck? Why did I even care about this girl? I don’t even know her; for all I knew, she could be some crazy psycho bitch. A really hot crazy psycho bitch.

“You from around here?” I silently kicked myself for asking such a dumb question. She turned to face me and I could feel my stomach turning. Fuck, she was so fit.

She nodded before speaking. “Yeah, fifteen minutes away. Just got a job a couple blocks from here at Club Maze as a bartender.” I lifted my eyebrows and smiled down at her.
Great. Now I could go and see her fine ass at work. I thought happily as she gazed at me with her stunning blue orbs. It only made my life that much better knowing that she worked at my favorite club in London.

“Nice. I go there a lot. Maybe I can see you again sometime..make me a drink or something?” I gave her a huge grin and she smiled politely.

“Sure. I do have to warn you though, I’m already taken.” I smirk as she points to the jerkwad standing in the office, talking to Liam.

“Him? Ah, just a simple technicality. Boyfriends haven’t stopped me before.” I smiled when I could tell that had gotten her full attention. She was blushing furiously now and bit down on her full bottom lip. FUCK. I wanted her. I needed her.

“So, what’s your name, love?” I could tell she was a bit hesitant before she gave it to me.

“Uh…it’s Riley Gray.” Such a sexy fucking name.

“Nice to meet you, Riley Gray, I’m Harry Styles.” I held out my hand to shake hers and she looked nervously at the door as it opened. I saw her take a few steps back from me as Heath the Asshole sauntered back over to where we were standing. He grabbed her hand and yanked her to the cab that had just pulled into the parking lot. I saw her look back at me with pleading eyes and it literally almost ripped my heart in half.

“Come on, bitch, let’s go.” Seriously?! Was the name calling really necessary? He went over to the driver’s side and again didn’t open the door for Riley. I was seething with rage as I saw her get in the cab with that twat.

As the car drove away, I called the boys together and told them we would be making a trip to Club Maze this weekend.

I needed to see Riley again.

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