Empire // h.s. au

Personally Impersonal

Harry Styles

I had kissed Samantha. Every single rule I had ever had for myself was broken. Part of me hated myself. Why had I done this? What could have possibly made me do this? The other part, however, was excited and turned on.

Samantha had been on my mind recently. She was hot. And sexy. And everything a guy like me needed for one night. I wasn't looking for more out of this. I was horny and hungry for sex. And Samantha was here and looking surprisingly good. 

That's all it was. Sex.

"We can't do this," Samantha said, stopping the kissing. She pushed me off of her, biting her lip and shaking her head. "I have a boyfriend. And you're my boss. This should not happen." 

"Shouldn't or won't," I responded, lowering my voice, grabbing her hips so she was sitting on my lap. Our faces were nearly touching and her eyes followed my lips. She had gorgeous eyes, gorgeous green eyes that glittered in the horrible street lighting. 

"I don't even know," she said, slighting laughing and shaking her head. Her hair fell over her eyes and a guilty look spread across her face. She leaned her head on my chest, her breathing shallow. I needed to get her mind off the possibility of cheating. 

"My grandfather was asking about you," I admitted, shocking myself for even saying anything that was even semi-personal. I wasn't really one to discuss family with anyone, but it seemed appropriate that she at least be aware that my grandfather was curious about her. 

My grandfather was the type of guy to search into people who were around me. He felt the need to know everything about me and the people I know. For example, he went through an extremely intensive search through Louis' past that almost cost out friendship. My grandfather was positively insane.

He wanted me to become the President of his company when he retired which meant I had to have a squeaky clean past and friends with just as clean of slates.

Grandfather was an asshole and I had no interest in his company, but I still needed to stay on good terms with him until I could tell him that. He had an incredible amount of influence on the business world and I needed that for my own company to succeed. 

"Your grandfather?" Samantha wondered, getting off of me and sitting next to me, her body still touching mine. I've never actually had a conversation with her, just one on one. 

"Yes, he wanted to know who you were," I said, shrugging and reaching over to grab the bottle of scotch that sat on the mini bar that sat in the limo. I poured myself a glass. 

"Ah, what did you tell him?" she asked. 

"You're an employee of mine," I responded. It was was weird to think where we were a day ago and where we are now. 

"Honesty is always the best policy." 

"This is true Ms. Ackles," I said, smirking. She looked at me and slightly smiled.

"You're wholly ridiculous," she said, shaking her head. 

The car pulled up in front of my apartment. We looked at each other, both of us silent.

"I'd like very much if you'd come up with me," I said, looking at her with an intense stare. Most girls couldn't resist the stare and I was truly hoping it would work on her. She was a fucking sight tonight and I really needed someone in my bed. And she seemed to be my only option. 

My eyes trailed her outfit. The red velvet held her tightly and the deep, plunging neckline was distracting. But the worst of it was her legs. Her long, tan legs. They looked soft and welcoming and I couldn't get my mind off of the idea of kissing her legs up and down until I...

Samantha coughed, as my eyes reached the promised land, and brought me back to earth. She rolled her eyes when I looked back up at her face.

"Fine, I'll come up," she sighed, that guilty look never leaving her face. The door was opened by Bruno and we both stepped out, me helping Samantha out. 

"Have a nice evening," Bruno said, catching my eye and winking. I couldn't help but slightly chuckle as we stepped inside my building. The doorman noticed us and stood up straighter, opening the door for us. 

"Good evening, Mr. Styles and Ms.," he said, nodding his head. He must have recognized Samantha because his smile broadened when he saw her. She was probably the poorest person to walk through these doors. And the kindest. 

"Hello," Samantha's voice rang out. I, however, was not prepared to acknowledge his presence quite yet. I was pushing it just deciding to hook up with Samantha. "You're so rude to other people." 

"I don't remember asking for your opinion," I snapped at Samantha. I clicked the elevator door, irritated by her sudden need to tell me what to do. 

"I don't remember me needing to have sex with you tonight," she said, her arms crossed and her glare hard. 

"You sure?" I said, pushing her into the elevator as it opened. I waited for it to close before pulling her to me and kissing her harshly. I wanted to kiss her with more passion than that little twat she calls her "boyfriend" has ever kissed her with. 

My lips trailed hers, sucking along the corners of her mouth. My hands trailed every inch of her body that I could. I heard her moan as I squeezed her bum, rubbing my hands all along her. 

"I remember now," she spoke into my mouth, her tongue playing with mine. 

With a ding, we shot apart. The elevator opened and we were greeted with my apartment. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in. We both kicked our shoes off as we walked through the house. As we gravitated towards my room, articles of clothing were thrown off. By the time we reached my bed, I was in my briefs and she was in her lingerie. 

"What in God's name made you wear this?" I said, plucking at the lacy fabric. 

"Why question it?" she said, giggling. I threw her onto the bed in a whirlwind and her laughs only increased. "That was so cheesy."

"Stop talking and allow me to fuck you," I rasped, ripping her bra off of her. That shut her up. 

Samantha began to trail her hands along my body, finally reaching the hem of my briefs. She fingered the hem before finally pulling them down. I did the same with her panties, pulling them off slowly, but surely.

"I feel as if I should ask: are you sure? This can stop right now, no hard feelings, seriously."

Samantha paused for answering. As her answer could, and does, change everything.

"Yes."  

Author's Note: It's been a month. I know I suck. Anywho, enjoy this steamy chapter (: