Harry couldn't believe his ears as he stared wide eyed at the woman in front of him. Surely she was mistaken, right?

"Allison?" He asked, for the first time completely unsure about what was occurring.

"Yes?" She answered innocently, her fingers still gently massaging the back of his head.

He wanted to moan from how good her hands felt on him from only touching his neck but he restrained himself.

He gently pried her fingers away from his body and tried to take a step back, but he didn't get far with her legs attached to his waist.

"Why are you trying to run away?" She murmured, placing her hands on the lapels of his jacket. "I thought that was my thing."

Harry's eyebrows raised so high it was almost at the beginning of his hairline. "What-"

"Shh," Allison said, putting a finger on his lips to quiet him. "Don't say anything."

She took her finger away and leaned forward to take his bottom lip between her own teeth. Tugging at his lip, she released it and leaned back on the counter.

"That's all for now," she breathed out, before hopping off the counter and attempting to make her way out the restroom door.

Harry was dumbfounded for a few seconds before he took two strides to catch up with her.

"Hey!" He yelled, yanking the sleeve of her jacket back towards him. He was still careful not to hurt her hands again though.

She swung around, her eyes wide but before she could try and get away again, Harry slammed her up against the door and pressed his lips to hers.

His hands gripped the back of her neck to bring her head closer to himself. He wanted to taste all of her, feel all of her, even breathe all of her.

She sighed as his lips slowly tantalized her own, his tongue sliding between her teeth and tangling with her own.

Harry's hands moved down her body and gripped her thighs before he made a move to lift her up onto his waist.

Suddenly she shoved him off of her, making him bounce back onto the wall behind him. Before his shock absorbed, he watched Allison strut over to him before pulling him down to her own height and settling her lips on his again.

Harry could barely believe was was occurring. He was used to always being in control, so he was surprised that he let her take the lead.

Her fingers twisted and tangled in his hair, pulling his head closer before she started to press open mouth kisses and nibble on the side of his clammy neck.

Moaning, he was so tempted to palm himself through his jeans that seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as minutes passed but as he watched Allison, he knew what was about to happen.

She slid her hands down the sides of his body before her knees touched the ground.

"Want me to make you feel better?" She said sultrily, her hands moving over the zipper of his pants.

"Oh god, yes!" He practically growled out, wanting to shove his hands in her braids.

"Harry," she called, her hands freezing on his pants. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" He seethed, his dįck almost bursting out from his boxers. Her mouth was so close, so close...

"Wake up, Mr. Styles." Her voice changed, and it took on a much higher pitch than it usually was.

"W-what?"

"Wake up!"

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Harry's head jerked up from his desk, and he was disturbed to find a puddle of drool under his head.

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself, while rubbing his eyes in confusion. Wasn't I just in Allison's office?

"Mr. Styles." The same high pitched voice he last remembered from what occurred sounded through the speaker, which made Harry bang his desk in frustration. It was all a dream.

A fucking dream! He thought while running a hand through his unruly hair.

"Mr. Styles?" The voice said again, and Harry realized it was his new assistant.

He swiped the phone off the hook and pressed it to his ear. "What do you want?"

The angry yet raspy voice caught the assistant, Rachel off guard. It both scared her and turned her on. She fidgeted in her seat before clearing her throat. "Um, you have messages and mail."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He asked impatiently. "Bring them in."

He hung up the phone and stood, awaiting the girl's arrival to his office. When she walked in, Harry raked his gaze all over her body.

She was a leggy brunette wearing a short pencil skirt and a white button down blouse. She was no Allison, but she was a little something, and with the way she heatedly stared at Harry, she thought he was something too.

Again, here he went comparing other women to the she devil who plagued his thoughts, even his dreams.

"Here are the mails you asked for," Rachel told him, the tone in her voice going down a few notches to make her words sound like a forbidden promise.

He grabbed the mails out of her hand and tossed them to the other side of the room.

"Let's cut to the chase," he said, dragging his eyes up and down her body. "Do you want me?"

Her glossed cherry red lips slowly parted, and she barely registered what he said.

"Yes," Rachel breathed out, and instantly Harry swept her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.

It was only a minute before she started to kiss down his chest (his shirt was awkwardly hanging off the edge of the desk, threatening to slip) and was in her knees to unbuckle his pants.

She tugged down his dress pants and boxers together down to ankles, and almost gasped when she saw his size.

"You're killing me," he murmured, his hand weaving into her blonde hair while the other supported his body against the desk.

In a flash, she took his length into her mouth and he groaned with satisfaction.

He could feel his dįck hitting the back of her throat as she deepthroated him, and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.

"Fuck," he muttered, thrusting himself into her mouth. He screwed his eyes shut as she sucked and continued her ministrations.

When he managed to open his eyes again and look down, he saw Allison's face. Instead of panicking like he did the first time, he relaxed.

"You like that?" Allison's voice floated through his head as he watched her bright brown eyes stare up at him.

"Shit, Allison!" He yelled before he could stop himself, before he climaxed and let himself go.

When his breathing was controlled again, he was slapped across the cheek.

"Did you just call me someone else's name?" She seethed. It was hard for her to be taken seriously by Harry with his cum all over her previously red lips and her hair messed up.

Harry chuckled before pulling his pants up from the ground and buckling them up. "Hey, you did this willingly. I didn't force you."

"You asshole!" She shouted at him, narrowing her eyes at him. "You're just a no good spoiled rich boy."

Her hands flew up to her mouth, surprised those words actually came out her own mouth and she realized her fatal mistake as she watched his eyes harden back to a steely green.

"Get out, you're fired," he spat, his eyes now narrowed into thin slits.

"W-what?" Rachel stuttered, her bottom lip quivering as she took a step back. "You can't do that-"

"Oh I can't?" He heckled, his eyebrows raised. "Just because you give good head doesn't mean you get to keep your job after trying to demean me like that."

She squared her shoulders and stuck her chin up higher, trying to feign confidence. "If you fire me, I'm going to take this to HR."

Harry laughed at her, before shaking his head. "You bitches don't know how to read fine print, do you? In the contract you signed, it states that you don't work for the company, you work for me and me only. And, if you happened to be fired, you can't take your words to the press, or you'll be hit with a lawsuit so large, you'd want commit suicide just to get out of it."

Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, and she nodded meekly before making her way out the door.

"And Rebecca," he called, knowing full well that wasn't her name, "wipe myself off your lips and fix your hair. You wouldn't want what little reputation you have to be torn to shreds, do you?"

The door slammed swiftly behind her, and Harry smirked before pulling his worn leather notebook from his desk to write:

Journal Entry Twelve

I am in control again.

-H

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a/n: yeah...this chapter didn't go in the direction I planned lmao

I can't have them jump each other's bones just yet! some shit has to go down before I can let that happen, muahaha 😈

but I'm sorry it was a dream I'm even pissed myself but at least Harry got some dome amiright? AND BY ME LMAO

all the love, rachel.

p.s. please vote and comment, because I love reading your comments. it makes me happy :)))