The Enemy [17+]

I reluctantly got into the car. I made sure to stay on my side of the back seat while Harry sat on the other. He rested his arm on the top of the backseat and lounged out while staring.

"I living at--" I began to tell the driver, but Harry cut me off.

"We know. You're not going there anyway." Harry informed me.

"I want to go home." I said angrily, and Harry shook his head with a grin. A little gift bag was on the floor by his feet, and he crouched over to pick it up. He handed it over to me, and when I opened it, it was that music box I wanted.

"You shouldn't have." I said sarcastically as I put the music box back in the bag.

"I did." Harry said proudly, not realizing my sarcasm. It didn't surprise me Harry could buy the box, he was born rich. I really wanted to know why Harry was basically kidnapping me by refusing to drive me home and following me all day.

"I'm s--" Harry began but then uncomfortably cleared his throat. "What I did was wrong."

Was he originally going to apologize?

"I'm not myself when I'm drunk." He said defensively.

"You're just an asshole." I answered and he huffed.

"I'm only half an asshole while sober." He whined. "Come on, I bought you that box and paid for your food."

"My diner food?" I said with a risen brow, I acted as if I wasn't poor at the moment.

Harry fidgeted with his bottom lip as he looked out his window. Then he turned back to me.

"Let me take you to a real restaurant." He said as the car came to a stop. He gave the driver a wad of cash.

"Park the car in the underground lot over there. We'll see you soon." He told him. "Keep the rest of the cash."

We both got out of the car and looked each other up and down. Harry wore a nice fitted sweater along with expensive jeans, I wore pajamas.

We walked into the restaurant and Harry said his last name. The hostess glared at me.

"That's not our dress code..." She said but before she could get out her full thought she made eye contact with Harry. He didn't seem pleased at all with her comment, and immediately she stopped in her tracks. "Follow me to your table."

Once we sat down we ordered and ate in silence when the food came. He would watch me eat my food silently, not saying a word, just watching. I avoided eye contact.

"When was the last time you had a meal like this?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Never." I said. "Why are you wining and dining me?"

"You're a beautiful girl, Tai. I want to make it up to you." He said as he sat back in his seat.

"I don't want you to make it up to me. I especially don't want you to call me beautiful." I snapped back, suddenly making direct eye contact.

"The reason I wanted you here wasn't just because I wanted to say I fucked up. My father died." His jaw clenched as he wiped his face.

"That is the biggest lie you've told yet. I just saw your dad on tv today." I spat.

"Can I confide in you?"

"No."

"Tai."

He actually looked serious.

"Styles isn't my real last name. It's actually Sanders. My mother re-married when I was a child to Styles and that's when I took that name." Harry admitted.

"I'm so sorry." I sighed. I felt like an idiot. I could see in his eyes he was truly hurting.

"Check." He shouted at a nearby waiter.

"We should stop by my house before we drop you off. You forgot your jewelry box there." Harry said with his hands in his pockets.

I complied and went back to that horrid place, it was dark inside the large penthouse. I could barely see anything.

Suddenly, I felt an arm sling around my waist from behind and felt breath on my neck.

"You never once mentioned your little boyfriend," Harry said in a low, deep voice.

"Why should I? I'm upset with you, not him." I whispered.

"For someone who's so in love, I'd think you'd at least speak about him." He whispered back.

Harry pressed me closer to him to the point I could feel his bulge in his pants. I turned my head and looked at him behind me. I pressed my lips to his and we kissed Titanic style. His tongue massaged mine as we kissed, and suddenly I began to have feelings for him.

"Let's take this to my room." He suggested as he held my hand led me in the dark.

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Should I continue this book?

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