~* 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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My head is a fucking shit show right now.
I don't know what compelled me to put on that little performance with Addy in front of everyone. What I do know is the second I got close enough to her to feel her body heat everythig went to hell.
There is something so temptingly captivating about the way her small frame fits so perfectly against my larger one. I try to remind myself that I like women who I feel like I can't break but I keep coming back to her instead. I wonder, not for the first time, if she could handle me at my roughest. Would she trust me to look after her?
I keep getting tantalising little glimpses of how responsive she can be - hell, I didn't even touch her while she was choosing her gun but I could feel her body reacting to mine. She has a naturally submissive nature that has been horrifically abused - she just needs someone to show her how powerful real submission can truly be.
I lost my composure when she started disassembling that glock at a speed and confidence that screamed experience. And when she actually stepped up and started firing I had to leave before everyone - Addy worst of all - noticed the very obvious reaction my traitorous body was having to the scene unfolding before me.
I've never hated my dick more in my life than at this moment.
All she did was shoot a fucking gun, get a hold of yourself!
I need to get out of this building and as far away from her as possible.
I change direction mid-stride and head for the parking garage instead of the penthouse. I wasn't due at the club for hours but it will provide a welcome distraction. I have an important meething this afternoon to prepare for - and with the new information from today's target practice I am more equipped to get exactly what I need from it.
Today's appointment is long overdue, but patience is a virtue and - in this case - a torture device.
Requests for a meeting have been arriving daily from Evan since I removed Addy from his home. The longer I leave him to ruminate on my actions and complete dismissal of him, the more likely he will be worked up enough to make mistakes.
Enough waiting.
Matt should have been with me for this - he has taken over baby-sitting duties and delights in tormenting Evan, which works very much to my advantage. But I am now questioning Matt's loyalty when it comes to Addy. It infuriates me to even contemplate because the whole scenario becomes a Catch 22; I detest his shift in loyalty and at the same time won't hesitate to shoot him again if he hurts her in any way.
