04 - Cigarette
My throat is dry, my heart is racing. I don’t even know what to think about this, so I decide to just listen to him like I was told to do. The streetlight in the parking lot allowed me to see the shiny black corvette that I was being led to. I swallow the lump in my throat as he released my wrist from his firm hold.
Mr. Styles opens the door, gesturing for me to get in with one motion of his hand. I don’t hesitate, maybe he can turn the heat on and thaw my body. I sit down in the seat, my eyes roaming the black interior of the car. He shuts the door and I watch him through the windshield as he walks around the front of the car.
Within seconds his door opens and he soon gets comfortable in the driver’s seat. He starts the car with a huff before looking over at me, catching me staring at him. I feel my cheeks redden as I stare down at my knees. I hear him chuckle deeply before leaving the parking spot.
“Tomorrow I will take you shopping, but as for tonight.” He pauses as he pulls onto the main road, being cautious and aware of the traffic. “We’re going home. It’s late anyways.’’ He finishes in a sigh. I don’t say anything, I don’t know if should. Going with my gut, I keep my mouth shut unless asked a question. That’s what Angie told me to do, so that’s what I’ll do until Mr. Styles says otherwise.
“Do you know who I am?’’ Mr. Styles asks me. “Yes sir.’’ I reply, licking my lips lightly as I stare out the windshield. “I do have some rules I need you to follow, so listen closely, love. Look at me.” He spoke, his raspy voice filling my ears. I turn my head to look at him, obeying his commands like I’m supposed to. If I be good, then he’ll be nice to me – at least that’s what Angie said.
“While we are out in public, you don’t speak to anyone, leave the talking to me. You do as I tell you, and if you fail to do so then you will be punished. I won’t go easy on you, if you do wrong you get treated wrong.’’ He says, making my heart skip a beat. I know that means punished in some sort of sexual way, but the thing that scares me is sex. I’m not the perfect angel, I’ve been to parties and have drank alcohol here and there and all that – but I’ve never slept with anyone.
Mr. Styles is an extremely attractive man, from his eyes to his hair, his voice to his body - all of him. “However, I do reward good behavior. So if you’re a good girl for me then you’ll get pleased, understand?” He asks as the car comes to a stop at a traffic light. "Yes sir." I breathe out a reply. He takes a cigarette out of the package, his thumb flicks over the lighter in a split second. I watch the spoke leave from between his lips as he breathes out.
He holds the cigarette between his lips as he pushes the sleeves of his grey button down shirt up to his elbows. His left arm was inked with tattoos, his skin is tanned and his muscles are toned. My eyes trail down his side, the shirt fit him well and it looked very good on him. His dark jeans were skin tight and left nothing to my imagination. I saw the bulge in his pants and bite the inside of my cheek.
Chill bumps rose on my skin as I realized that’s what in store for me. I no longer have any freedom, I belong to Harry Styles and there’s nothing I can do about it. This man paid half a million dollars just to take me home with him. Why am I complaining though? He saved me from that place, from those people. He obviously saw something in me that made him pay all that money.
“Like something you see, babe?’’ He asks as he looks over at me. I dart my eyes to his face, and away from his crotch – I didn’t even realize I was staring so hard at him, at it. “S-sorry.” I mutter as I look away from him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I look at my lap where my hands sat. My breathing become more unsteady than before, he caught me and it completely threw me off course.
“Anna Lisa, babe.” He states. My heart skips a beat at the way he said my name followed by that word, I can’t help but look over at him again. “It’s fine. Don’t be shy, you’ll get it soon.’’ He gives me a half smirk, showing off a dimple before looking back at the road, bringing the cigarette to his lips again.
I try not to stare, but it’s honestly hard. His features are overwhelming and they are making me fall into a trance, my thoughts are filled with nothing but Harry Styles. Something about that damn cigarette just gets me, the way he inhales the smoke and lets it flow from his parted lips – I just feel trapped in my head, all alone with him.
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**I honestly think I did something wrong in the second chapter....... so I went back and changed the $$$//blonde moment guys..***