The Enemy [17+]

After my little conversation with Cassie, I thought it was only right that I'd pay Harry a visit to discuss why she was practically threatening me. The cab pulled up in front of his building and I paid them. The cab honked to get let back into the Manhattan traffic and I entered his building.

"Ms. Tai." The concierge said right when she set eyes on me. "I'll let you up to Mr. Styles' room immediately."

"The elevator operator should let you up." She smiled and I walked over to the elevator to be let upstairs.

After the elevator doors opened to Harry's empty penthouse, my heels clicked on the dark hardwood as I stepped inside. I made sure to dress in something a little better than pajamas, even though I had no intention of seducing him. I loved Hunter... right?

I didn't say a word, but I figured Harry must be home since they let me into his apartment. As I walked I was cautious of the possibility crazy Cassie could pop up out of nowhere.

I looked in each room as I walked down the hall, all empty. The only room left to look inside of was the master bedroom at the end of the hall.

The door was cracked and sunlight shined through the small open door space onto the wooden floors and white walls. I could hear grunting and the moving of a mattress, and my subconscious already knew what I was about to witness.

Still, I continued to silently walk to the door and peek inside. There, I found Harry on top the bed laying on his stomach with his head toward the edge of the bed rather than the headboard.

He held a lacy cloth in his hand, but not any lacy cloth, the underwear I failed to retrieve last night. I watched as he deeply inhaled it and dug his groin into a pillow underneath his member.

He huffed as he sniffed the fabric and continued to grind into the pillow, and finally rolled on his stomach and wrapped his strong hand around his member. He stroked it feverishly as he fought to make it to that point of no return, he wanted that energy out of him as if it was nagging him.

A raspy moan left his lips as he was relieved of his baggage, and he laid there rubbing the liquid off of his toned stomach.

I felt a warmth between my legs, and suddenly I realized my snooping wasn't right. I turned around and silently began walking away back down the hall.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked from behind my back, I turned around and found him still nude in the doorway. I looked down and his member was still partially excited as if it could release once again.

"I was just-- I was leaving." I awkwardly answered.

"I knew you were watching." Harry answered. "I heard them buzz you in, the concierge told me who was here."

"Then why did you continue to do that? With my underwear?" I asked, fascinated and disgusted by it all at the same time.

Harry stalked toward me, I wanted to run into the next direction but my feet couldn't move. He was still nude, and I was so turned on by it but--

"Because it turns me on knowing you're watching." Harry exhaled. As much as I wanted to drag him by the cock and show him what turned me on, I kept my control.

" What do you not get? I love my boyfriend. I didn't come here to finish what we started, all I wanted to tell you is that your girlfriend-" I began.

"Woah, woah." Harry put his arms up in defense. "Let me stop you there. I don't have a girlfriend, I don't do girlfriends." Harry shook his head.

"Well you seem to do everything. Even pillows." I grinned as I looked at the now soiled pillow on his bed. Harry looked behind him proudly, a dimple showing from his grin.

"Cassie threatened me. She never seemed to totally like me but now it's set in stone. Why'd you tell her we...?" I squinted.

Harry was obviously angry, he began pacing back and forth. All I could see is him going up and down the hall in anger, his ass bouncing as he went toward his bedroom and his dick swinging as he came back toward me.

"I didn't, I never tell her anything. She stalks me." Harry sighed.

"Then why do you let her in your house?" I shook my head.

"I don't!" He shouted but then bit his lip, looking towards the ground. "I don't anymore."

"What does that even mean? She was just here the other day." I crossed my arns.

"I used to have her on the list of people that always have access to my apartment, like you today"

"I always have access to your apartment?"

"Yeah, after last night..."

"I don't need unlimited access to your apartment and I don't need you." I snapped. "Well, I need you to tell that crazy bitch to get off of my back!" I corrected myself.

"What's so bad about her anyway?" Harry asked.

"She bitch slapped me!" I shouted, Harry burst out laughing.

"Is that why you have that mark on your cheek? I thought you were trying out some experiemntal makeup look." Harry said as he laughed.

I stood without a smile.

"Fine, I'll talk to Cassie." Harry said with his hands on his hips. I looked as his hands clasped his v line hips, and I forced myself to look into his eyes rather than any lower.

"Thank you." I nodded.

"As long as you go on another date with me." Harry added.

"I only agreed to that first part..." I squinted.

"That was only half of the wager." He shrugged.

"Then I don't agree." I raised my chin.

"Fine, have Cassie slap the fuck out of you again." Harry shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

"I have a boyfriend." I fought back.

"Then invite him." Harry suggested. "But we are going out." Harry said as he walked back into his bedroom shutting the door behind him.

A part of me wanted to take my panties back for the hell of it, but I knew that opening that bedroom door could lead to me losing control once again and doing another thing I regret. So, I turned around and exitted the apartment, not looking back once.

This was going to be one hell of a date.

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