~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
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There are many things in this life that make me angry.
That moment when you're eating and find an unwanted and unexpected texture in your food as you chew. Pineapple on pizza. People who talk during movies. Disorder. Disloyalty. Liars.
I loathe liars. Or anyone who thinks they can pull one over on me.
The girl shaking in the chair in front of me is either completely innocent, or the best actress I have ever encountered. And I certainly hate that I can't tell which one she is.
I haven't said a word since we got to my office and I deposited her in the chair in front of my desk. I'm waiting to see if she will finally break her silence and speak to me but she hasn't taken her eyes from her lap where her hands twist against each other in a nervous, self-soothing pattern.
Just as I am about to speak she surprises me with a soft whisper. "I'm so sorry. I never should have accepted anything from them while I was working." Her voice is shaky and small and normally that would annoy me but I find myself feeling powerful and wanting to dominate her. Consentually of course. It's not that I find her sexually attractive, but her submissive demeanour calls to part of me.
It surprises me that she thinks she is in trouble for getting high at work. Fuck, it's just some weed, it's not like she's coked out and useless. But that also means she either has no idea why I have called her in here or she's covering it exceptionally well. Time to test her.
I slap the frustratingly slim manilla folder on the desk in front of her making her jump. "Open it." I keep my voice calm and controlled, yet commanding. Anger and aggression only serve to show your opponent how easily worked up you are. Control is everything.
Her small hands shake as she picks up the folder and slips out the single sheet of paper inside. Those already large, blue eyes widen as she reads the minimal text.
