Only You - Lord of the Manor book 1

Chapter 31

I pad into the bedroom and find my cream, fitted shorts spread out on the bed, with a white shirt and some fancy lace underwear that I don't recognise. I frown to myself, picking up the unfamiliar lace. He's brought me underwear, and he's brought me underwear in the right size? He really does think he can dictate my wardrobe.

I thread my fingers over the pretty, delicate lace in a soft cream colour. It's beautiful, but a bit over the top for work. I start going through my gym bag to find an alternative, but there's no underwear to be found and no other option in the clothes department either. In fact, there are no other clothes at all, the sly sod.

I resign myself to accepting my fate, getting myself ready and slipping into the underwear and clothes that Harry has decided I'm wearing today. I suppose I should be grateful that he's not laid out my oversized, chunky knit jumper.

I find Harry at the kitchen island on his mobile, dunking his finger into a jar of peanut butter. He glances up at me, nearly knocking me off of my feet with his roguish smile. Oh yes, he's super satisfied with himself.

I run my eyes over his grey suited, black shirted physic and sigh in admiration. I'm super appreciative that he's not shaved. He looks rugged and mind-bogglingly handsome. Why did I insist on going to work?

'I'll be there when I've dropped Louis at work.' He turns himself on the stool, cocking his head to the side. 'Yes, tell Nick I want it on my desk when I get there.' He pats his lap, and I make my way over, fighting the scowl from my face at the mention of his name. 'We revoke his membership, simple.' I lower myself onto his knee, smiling when he buries himself in my neck and inhales deeply. 'He can kick off all he likes, he's gone, end of.' he spits harshly. What's he on about? 'Get Nick to cancel it...yes...okay...see you in a bit.'

He hangs up, tosses his phone on the worktop and snakes his arms under my knees to pull me up from floor and onto his lap, greeting me with a greedy, full on kiss. He moans into my mouth in pure satisfaction.

'I like your shorts.' he mumbles around my lips. He's extra minty, mixed with a little peanut butter. I can't stand peanut butter, but I love him and all this attentiveness, so I'll ignore it.

'You picked them. Of course you like it. What's with the underwear?'

He pecks my lips and puts me down. 'I told you, always in lace.' He runs his eyes down my body.

I don't argue – a pointless exercise if ever there was one, and I've got it on now.

'Breakfast?' he asks.

I glance at the clock on the cooker. 'I'll grab something at the office.' I can't be late. I grab my bag to get my pills. 'Can I have some water?'

'Knock yourself out, baby.' He returns to his jar of peanut butter.

I walk over to the huge fridge-freezer, delving into the deepest depths of my bag. Where are they? I slap my bag onto the worktop next to the fridge, removing everything, but I find no pills. Please, not again. I'm hopeless.

'What's up?' he asks.

'Nothing,' I mutter, dumping everything back into my bag. 'Fuck.' I curse under my breath, but then mentally applaud myself for separating the packets and putting some in my underwear drawer.

'Watch your mouth, Louis.' he rebukes me. 'Come on, you'll be late.'

'Sorry,' I mutter. 'This is your fault, Styles.' I swing my bag onto my shoulder.

'Mine?' he blurts, all wide eyed. 'What's my fault and how?'

'Nothing, but it's your fault because you're distracting me.' I accuse.