Harry's P.O.V.

Once I got her safely in my truck, I had planned on explaining. The confusion in her big blue eyes had been obvious. But every time I tried to I couldn’t think of a way to say it without scaring her off.

I was also afraid she might argue with me and all it was going to take to get me to snap was one little pleading look from her. My cock was still throbbing painfully and the fact I knew she wasn’t wearing any damn panties and she was soaking wet from that orgasm I’d given her was only making me harder.

Throwing her on my bed and fucking her until I had her screaming my name again and telling me that her tight little pussy was mine had been the only thing I could think about while I touched her.

But then she’d gone off in my lap and I knew this was my moment to prove to me and her that I could be selfless. Tonight had been about her. Not what she could do for me but just about her pleasure. I didn’t want this relationship to be built on sex. There was more there with Della. I liked being around her. I wanted to protect her. She had me so wrapped up I couldn’t think clearly.

Taking her back to Aiden’s motherfucking condo was going to kill me. I didn’t want her sleeping there with him in the next room but I couldn’t exactly move her into my place either. That was moving way too fast and a girl like Abby would run. I didn’t want her to run. I’d chase her ass down if she tried but I still didn’t want her to try. I wanted her to stay because she wanted to be with me.

Being the kind of guy a girl stayed for was harder than I thought.

"Did I do something wrong?" Abby asked, breaking into my thoughts. I was already pulling up to Aiden’s condo. I’d been so torn about what to say to her that I hadn’t said anything. Shit. She was worried. I parked the truck and looked over at her. The frown creasing her forehead bothered me. I didn’t mean to make her frown.

I reached over and soothed the puckered skin with my thumb. "No, not at all. You were perfect."

Her frown didn’t go away. She wasn’t buying it. I should have explained this to her. I just couldn’t find the right words.
"Okay. If you’re sure," she said slowly and reached for the door handle.

"Wait, I got it. I’ll walk you to the door." I said, jerking my door open and going around to open her door. She watched me still frowning with a confused look on her face. It was adorable. I took her hands and helped her down. My eyes zeroed in on the very visible wet spot on the crotch of her shorts. Glancing around I looked for Aiden’s Harley and found it sitting over by Della’s car. Hell no. He wasn’t seeing this. Evidence of her wet pussy was for my eyes only. Reaching into the truck I grabbed a hoodie out of the backseat.

"Wear this," I said, pulling it over her head before she could protest or even ask why. She obediently put her hands into the arms and it fell to the middle of her thighs. Completely covering her and her shorts. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Why am I wearing your sweatshirt?" she asked, studying me like she thought I might be going crazy.

I slipped my hand around her waist and pulled her closer to me then lowered my head until my mouth was at her ear. "Aiden’s home and that sweet little wet spot on those shorts of yours are for no one’s eyes but mine. When you get inside go change into something loose and baggy. And for all that’s holy, please wear panties and a bra."

Abby nodded her head and I let her go and stepped back. She smelled too good. Seeing her dwarfed in my hoodie wasn’t helping. It was making my swollen dick even worse. "Go on inside. I need to stay here. If I go to the door I won’t be able to leave."

She stuck her hands into the front pockets of the hoodie. "Okay. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow then," she stammered then turned and walked to the condo. I waited until she was safely inside before I got back in my truck and left. I should have walked her to the door but I knew seeing her in Aiden’s apartment would bring out the caveman in me even more and I would follow her inside and go lock us both in her room. This had been the only way to let her go.

It was time I went and dealt with my dad.


*****
My mother met me at the door with a frown. She didn’t ask how I was doing or even attempt small talk. She just pointed down the hall and said, "Your dad’s in his office." Then she walked away without another word.

Most of my life my mother was only affectionate if I was doing exactly what she wanted me to. Whenever I failed or displeased her, she let me know exactly how she felt about me. I should be over it by now. I was a twenty-four year old man. Seeking my mother’s approval was a thing of my past. Still, her conditional love was hard to swallow at times.

I knocked on the door to my father’s office then opened it up. No use in waiting on him to tell me to come in. He was mad at me anyway. He was sitting at his desk with the phone to his ear when I walked inside. His eyes glared at me with disapproval through his glasses that he only wore when he was reading.

"Of course. I agree. Harry has just walked into my office. I’ll speak with him and get back to you on where we go from here," he said into the phone before hanging it up and leaning back in his chair to study me with a look of disdain.

The bitterness from the knowledge that my grandfather had given him the Vice President title and moved him into the big office the year he graduated from college was always there. He acted like I had to prove so much to him when I’d worked more in that club than he had. He had never gotten his hands dirty or dealt with employees. Yet he expected me to pay my dues.

"I hope you’re here to explain to me why you would toss away everything we’ve worked for because you think you’ll be unhappy? That’s bullshit son. No red blooded man would be unhappy with a woman like Amanda Blackburn."

He hadn’t worked for anything. He wasn’t being told whom he had to marry. I gritted my teeth and held the curses and insults in. They wouldn’t help matters now.

"I don’t love her. She doesn’t even like me much. I couldn’t go through with it. I’m sorry but as much as I want the job I was raised believing would be mine I won’t ruin my life and hers."

My father leaned forward on his elbows that rested on his desk. "Love doesn’t make a good marriage. It isn’t forever. It leaves you. When reality sets in and times get hard the love disappears and you’re left with nothing. You marry someone who wants the same things you do. Who isn’t expecting romance but success. Amanda gets this. You don’t."

When my grandmother was sick I had gone to visit my grandparents every chance I got. One day I had been sitting on the porch with my grandfather as he watched my grandmother paint one of her many pictures. The love and affection on his face was unmistakable. He’d turned to me that day and said, "Don’t miss out on the love of a good woman, son. No matter what that old man of yours tells you, love is real. I’d have never had the success in my life without that woman right there. She’s been my backbone. She’s been my reason for everything I’ve ever done. One day your drive to make a name for yourself will begin to drift away. It won’t be that important anymore. But when you’re doing it for someone else, someone you would move heaven and earth for then you never lose the desire to succeed. I can’t imagine this world without her in it. I don’t even want to."

I hadn’t thought about those words again until today. The man who had raised my father was similar to him in many ways. But there was a difference. My dad did all of this for himself. His drive to succeed was selfish. There was no love in his work. My grandfather had built this business out of love for the woman he married. I’d seen that with my own eyes. I didn’t want to be my father. I wanted to be my grandfather.

"We need to agree to disagree," I finally said knowing the mention of his parents would only infuriate him. He always thought my grandfather had made bad decisions even though he was the man who built this club.

My father smirked and shook his head. "No son, we don’t because I’m in charge here. If you’re choosing not to do what is best for this club and your future then you’re not ready to take over anything. I can’t promote you if I can’t trust you to make smart decisions. Your job at the club is safe for now but that doesn’t mean someone I can trust more to do your job won’t come along."

Not only was he not going to give me the position I’d worked hard for he was threatening the position I currently had. I wanted to tell him to fuck himself and walk out. Before this was over I might end up doing just that. However, out of respect for the man who’d built this with the desire to hand it down to each generation of the Styles name, I would stay. That man I respected. The one in front of me I held no respect for. If he pushed me too far, I’d be gone. I wondered if he’d even miss me then.


Abby's P.O.V.

I changed into sweats and a tee shirt before walking back into the living room and talking to Aiden. I preferred to stay in this room and think about everything. I was still trying to figure out what happened and what I did wrong with Harry. He was giving me all kinds of mixed signals. Either he was disgusted by me and decided not to have sex with me or he had just been ready to get rid of me. I wasn’t sure. But then he’d made me wear his shirt and told me to change into baggy clothes. I wasn’t sure what to think about that.

As soon as I’d had that orgasm in his lap he’d been ready to get me the hell away from him. On the drive over here I had convinced myself that I’d screamed too loud and hurt him by pulling his hair like a crazed woman. Then maybe he was as embarrassed by the wet spot on my shorts as I was and that’s why he’d covered me up. He didn’t want Aiden to see me and know he’d been the cause of that. I reached over, picked his hoodie back up, and pulled it over my head. It smelled like Harry. I liked that. I had wanted to get to smell more of him tonight. The rejection I’d hoped to avoid was settling in.

I could talk to Aiden. I wouldn’t tell him exactly what happened but I could get his guy opinion on things.

Aiden’s eyes lifted from the book he was reading and he smiled up at me.

"Already wearing Styles’s clothes. Damn the guy moves fast," he teased.

I sighed and sank down on the sofa across from the chair he was sitting in.

"Not what it looks like. Trust me." The deflation in my voice had been a little more obvious than I intended.

"Uh oh. What’s wrong?" Aiden asked, setting his book down on the table beside him and sitting up straighter.

I thought about my words carefully. I didn’t want to tell him too much but I did want his opinion.

"Harry broke things off with Amanda and we went to talk about that," I began. Aiden nodded. He already knew this much but I was still scrambling on what to say to him.

"We had lunch together and he explained that he wasn’t happy with her. He doesn’t want to be told who to marry. Then we went back to his place. He wanted to show me his house and I loved it." I paused and chewed on my bottom lip a moment to think about my next words.

"He never takes girls to that house. It was his grandparents’ so it’s his off limits place. I’ve only been there a handful of times."

That caught my attention. "His grandmother’s paintings are still all over the walls. They’re beautiful."

Aiden’s eyebrows shot up. "He told you about her?"

I nodded and Aiden crossed his hands over his chest as he grinned. "Damn girl what have you done to Styles?"

Well, that was what I was wondering too.

"I think he may have decided taking me there was a mistake. I… we… things got a little heated on the porch and then he stopped it and brought me back here. He said he had things to do. Just like that. No other explanation. It was weird."

Aiden frowned and sat there quietly a moment.

"You two have, uh, had sex before, right? That was my understanding."

I nodded.

"And today that didn’t happen," he continued.

"No, he was really ready to get rid of me."

Aiden rubbed his chin and then he shook his head. "I don’t know what the hell is up. That doesn’t sound like the guy I know." He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. "Are you okay? Did he upset you?"

I was confused and a little hurt but I was okay. I smiled. "I’m fine. Just not sure what happened. I keep thinking I did something wrong."

Aiden reached out and tugged on the sleeve of Harry’ hoodie. "When did you get this?"

There was no way I was telling him why Harry had stuck this on me. That was too embarrassing. "Um, when he brought me here. He put it on me before sending me inside."

Aiden had a small smile tugging on his lips. "Did he see my bike?"

I nodded.

"What did he say when he put that on you?"

"Um, he told me to go inside and put on baggy clothes."

Aiden cackled with laughter and leaned back in his seat. Once he was done laughing he took in my sweat pants and then looked back up at me. "You did as you were told."

I nodded again.

"He likes you. He may be a little freaked out and doing stupid shit but he likes you. The baggy clothes are because he doesn’t want me looking at you and getting any ideas. Styles has gone possessive. Never seen it before but it is funny as hell. I think I’ll text him that we’re going swimming and see how fast his jealous ass gets over here."

"No, don’t! He was going to deal with his dad I think."

Aiden grinned. "I was kidding. It’s just funny."

He went quiet and I hated the awkward silence. However, I was relieved that he thought Harry was acting weird because he was feeling possessive towards me. Maybe it was wrong to want that but it made me feel tingly and warm.

"I guess I should plan on traveling alone when I head out."

I wasn’t sure yet.

"That depends on when you’re leaving and if Harry really is interested in something more with me. If this is just a fling for him then I may be ready to run soon myself."

Notes

Aiden is being so fucking adorable!!!
I'll update later another chapter!


what do you think will happen next?
do you think Harry regrets pissing his dad off?
and what do you think will happen when Amanda finds out about abby?


`p.s. I LOVE jelaous Harry! who else does? haha xoxo

abii