Renleigh Kensington

The hot water caused my skin to turn red and made the air in the bathroom feel stuffed. The condensation coated and slowly dripped down the glass doors of my shower as my back pressed against the cool wall. My legs bent at my knees as the bottom of my feet were against the floor, one hand firmly gripped one of my breasts as the other one moved hurriedly between my thighs. The water hit me in the face as I leaned my head back against the wall and the droplets found their way into my mouth as my lips parted and a quiet moan stirred itself into the warm air.

"Fuck," the swear word flew past my lips as the knot in my stomach exploded and legs began to shake from the euphoric feeling that overtook my entire body. "Mhmm..." my legs stretched out and arms next to my body, I just sat under the water, at five fifty-four in the morning with a tingling feeling between my thighs.

I would be lying straight through my teeth if I said this didn't happen every morning, when I felt a little too under the stress or... bored. The latter was not something that happened to me a lot, considering I had so much to do all the time, but sometimes, when a nightmare woke me up or my eyes simply decided they have had enough of being closed in the middle of the night, I had to busy myself. I slept with my laptop next to me as I had no one to help me occupy the massive Queen-sized bed I had so everything was always close-by if needed. Plus there were times my body gave out in the middle of doing work.

My legs felt wobbly as I stood on my feet and my palms slapped against the wet wall which prevented me from a fall to the arse. I washed my body all over again although it was a little sensitive when I got to my lady area. It took a lot of me not to repeat what happened just minutes ago because that morning, I felt hornier than usual. I had a strong feeling it was because of my period nearing and that honestly saddened me.

That time of the month meant no play dates for me. And that was terrible, because I got even more hornier. It was a complete joke.

By the time I was out and dressed, the clock hit twenty past six in the morning. That day's attire consisted of a black suit that had high waisted trousers and a same coloured shirt under it. As per usual, my feet were slipped into a pair of high heels which I loved, especially because of the way they clicked against the floor and gave out that pleasing sound.

It was an important day ahead of me. Danielle found a new timeslot for Zayn Malik who I had worked with before and, like said previously, was an important asset to my company. Funnily enough, he was an artist but also a model who was invested in fashion and that was where he came in handy. With his career slowly but surely securing and growing in his own industry, we helped each other climb. Believe it or not, a pretty face, especially a male's, did my company a few good tricks.

The project that him and I had been working on was set to be released early next year. The meeting coming up was to finalise the ideas and to ensure everything was set for the manufacturers to start working as well as to secure all the main fittings for Zayn because we had to work around his busy – messy – schedule.

And trust me, it wasn't a bad meeting. But his cocky comments did make me wonder how the hell I managed to keep up with him. He seemed really tired as well which just proved the fact that unless his team got his arse on the plane to London two nights ago, he would have missed this get together as well. However, all in all everything got sorted and we didn't run over time which sometimes happened.

Then, I had all the interviews for the second role as my assistant. Usually, I planned a whole day around interviews but because I dressed more... proper for the meeting, I thought it would be fine if I got on with them right after. Obviously, that put a great amount of stress on my shoulders but there were times when I found I had better outcomes when I worked under pressure.

"Miss Kensington, your break is due to start now," Danielle told me as she walked in my office. I had requested a break, more so told her I would have one before the interviews because I had to go somewhere. Didn't really happen much because my life revolved around work and... work.

"Right," I nodded a little at the reminder. "Whilst I'm out, please make sure all the interviewees are settled in and welcome... you know the drill, don't you?"

"Yes, of course," she chuckled. This wasn't the first time she had to prepare people for their interviews so there was little to no worry in me with regards to how she would do. "You have just a little over half an hour until they are scheduled to start, although I can manage if you'll run late."

"Fabulous. Thank you."

There was no traffic on the way once I had left the office which worked in my favour. I parked fairly close to the entrance so the distance wasn't much to walk. No one occupied the reception desk when I walked in which was a little annoying but then I noticed the sign that said to ring the bell if no one is there to assist visitors.

"Good afternoon, how may I help you?" the young lad asked me from behind the counter. He wore a small, inviting smile on his face to make everyone feel welcome and relaxed.

"Hey, I was just wondering if you knew anything about... well, funny thing is, I don't actually know the patient's name. I, uh, I nearly ran over someone yesterday and they ended up here anyway. But not because I hit them but because they weren't feeling good. I had to leave really quickly after I dropped him off here and so didn't even bother to ask for a name or anything but, um, I was just wondering how he was?" I hated rambling. It happened when I was out of my comfort zone and that was something that I deeply disliked.

"Right... I'm kind of new here, you see, and this is my first day so I don't know about anyone who was brought in yesterday. I... can you tell me who was at the desk yesterday? Maybe describe them..."

"It was a woman with glasses. She wore a red or orange cardigan," I said as the memory vaguely came back to me.

"Suzie... right. She's on her way in now so if you have time you could wait for her and then she could assist you."

"How long will she be?"

"How long will who be?" the lady with the familiar voice spoke up and I thanked whatever higher power was amongst us for doing things in my favour.

"The lady would like to speak to you specifically," the lad said and then he nodded at me and left the desk. The woman – or Suzie, if you will – took a seat on the spinney chair and pushed her glasses a little more up on her nose.

"Alright, dear, how can I help you?"

"I brought in someone yesterday... a young boy. I didn't ask for his name or anything and I didn't really leave any contact information either as I was in a hurry."

"Right... usually, I wouldn't do this but because I trust you and know that you're only here to check on him I'll let it slip that he's in room... he's in room 278," she said as she looked at her computer screen. She took a little break in between as she found the room number, although I would have been ok with a simple explanation on how he was.

"I can see him?" I asked, more than stated and it made her chuckle. "Um, alright. Okay. Thank you."

The hospital was pretty calm, not many people on the floors or in the lift up which was nice. It took me a little bit to find the right room and when I did, my hand raised up to the door and I knocked on it. Through the little window on the door, I saw his head turn right towards the noise and so I pushed down on the handle to show myself.

"Hey," I smiled. "Can I come in?" I asked him politely as I did not want to scare him off. He seemed to be in his teens, maybe fifteen or sixteen.

"Hello, of course," he smiled. After he replied, I stepped in the room and closed the door behind me. "I'm, um, Mason."

"It's nice to meet you, Mason. I'm Renleigh and um, I brought you in yesterday," I informed him and he nodded.

"Yes, I know who you are," he chuckled. "You run that big fashion company, don't you?"

"Wait, how do you know that?" I asked back with a grin on my face. I had no idea youngsters like him would know anything about it.

"I only know so many Renleigh's... well, you're the only one," he shrugged. "And, I learnt about you in college. Well, didn't learn but you came up in business because one of the girls in my class included you and your company in her presentation."

"No fucking way," I chuckled. That was the first ever time in my life that I had heard someone say that. Sure, I hadn't been a CEO for a long time – the fifth anniversary was just around the corner – but other than the press in the media, I didn't know anyone else paid attention to my work. "That's so cool."

"Yeah, I thought that," he agreed. "Also, thank you for, you know, not running over me yesterday when I was off my head."

"I was close to taking your life, not going to lie," I said seriously but still with playful eyes. I probably still shouldn't have said that, this boy was so fucking young. It was time I learnt to think before talking. "But, um, I'm glad to see you're alright."

"Yeah. I was kept in overnight just to make sure I didn't have any other reaction or anything but I'm fine to go home today."

"That's fab. I'm glad you're cool," I nodded. For some reason, I felt bad for leaving yesterday without knowing he was good. I did almost run him over and that was kind of... bad. That never happened to me before and so maybe that was why I felt somewhat guilty. I was a reckless driver and so this incident made me realise that, even though so many people had told me before. "Do you have a ride home, then?"

"Yeah... yeah, my brother is taking me home, actually," he nodded. "Oh, here he is," he laughed as he turned his attention towards the door of the room. That caused me to do the same and when my eyes fell on his brother, my heart fell out of my arse. "H, this is-,"

"Kensington," the devil smirked at me as I slowly stood up.

"Styles."

"What are you doing here?" he asked me curiously, his eyebrow arched in question.

"I came to check on your brother," I said, as a matter of fact. "But, I'm on my way back to work now."

"Hold on a minute," he chuckled. "You came to check on my brother?" he asked as if he couldn't believe it himself. My head tilted to the side a little as my arms crossed in front of my chest and I waited for him to put one and two together. "How did you kno-... fuck off. You were the one who brought him in, weren't you?"

"Ding-ding-ding," Mason contributed to the conversation from the back and it made me laugh. I turned back to look at him and he just smirked. Now that was what made me realise, they really were siblings. Their smirk was fucking freaky – literally identical.

"Yeah, it was me," I confirmed it myself.

"Why didn't you leave your info at the reception desk? I was going mad trying to figure out who the hell got my brother in here on time!"

"Well... now you know."

"Can I just- let's talk outside, please," he sighed as he calmed down a little. He seemed really frustrated but relieved at the same time. "I brought you stuff, get changed, mate," he walked over to his brother and gave him the bag that he only just then let go of. "C'mon," he talked to me again as he walked past me and opened the door for me.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked him kind of seriously. He seemed visibly down and although he shouldn't have concerned me, I kind of wanted to know.

"I'm stressed but I'm also relieved but also fucking upset."

"Okay..."

"Look, I just want to thank you for saving my brother," his eyes and voice held so much emotion as he looked right at me. In that moment, they also looked green – like, really green. When people describe a colour as 'rich' I imagined that to be the way his eyes looked.

"I did what anyone else would have done. Plus, all I really did was drive him here," I shrugged.

"I'm not so sure about that," he said quickly. "And, you really did save him. When I got here, the doctor told me he could have ended up in a coma or even worse if whoever – you – wouldn't have brought him in right away. I blame myself for it because he called me and asked to pick him up because... fuck, he said he didn't feel good and I heard it in his voice, even through the call, that he wasn't like himself. And I just- I just sent my driver to pick him up," he rambled on, quite angrily. I began to understand why he was so worried, so relentless about this whole situation. I knew I would have been like that with my brother. "I didn't even think twice about it with work being so fucking much on my shoulders right now..."

"Hey, it's fine," I shrugged as my voice came out gentler than ever before. Well, when I spoke to him, anyway. It surprised him, his eyes widened and his lips softly parted a little. "He's fine, he's alive. I did what I had to and I'm glad it was me."

"Yeah... me too," he nodded along. "I have no fucking idea how I'm gonna tell my parents about this."

"They don't know?" I asked him, slightly shocked. I knew my parents would want to know right away if something happened.

"They don't care," he scoffed. My eyebrows furrowed as I swallowed and my eyes travelled over to the little window part of the door. Mason was no longer in the bed, he probably went to the bathroom to get changed in case anyone walked in. "But it's fine, honestly. They never cared about me, they never cared about my brother and they never cared about my sister."

"That's not fine," I said right away. His head snapped towards me and tilted a little as I carried on with the conversation. It was much different from any of the ones that we have ever had. This was kind of serious. Like, really serious. It was real life stuff... family kind. I took that very seriously because I cared about mine deeply even though I was fucking useless at showing it. Or, I guess, showering them with expensive stuff is one way to show affection, right?

"Personally, I know nothing better so for me, it's fine. I don't see the point in confronting them about something they clearly don't care about."

"So, who the fuck looks after your siblings? You?" I asked, almost laughed at the end as well. Not because he didn't seem capable of doing that but because I found it absolutely ridiculous. And not in a funny context. In a pathetic one.

"At times, yes. But they have their nannies. I had mine. She still is in contact with me and knows their nanny so sometimes, she goes over to make sure everything is going fine and stuff," he explained and, in a way, that felt like he trusted me with that information. "You see, my family is very... different from others. Probably yours, too. All they know is work. Their kids... they don't really matter, if you want me to put it that way."

That sort of felt like a personal attack. Perhaps he didn't mean to aim it at me – probably at all because we were on about something much more serious to be joking around like that – but it still felt like a little dig at me. Afterall, he did showcase his distaste towards my 'obsession' with working quite a few times. I wondered if that was because I reminded him of his parents. He didn't seem to like them very much – or have an opinion on them in general.

This whole situation made me angry. It was because I couldn't believe two grown ass adults would pop out kid after kid and then not care for them. Fair enough, they get a nanny because they need it for extra help – but to have them raise the kids is fucking unacceptable. I knew many people grown up that way and sometimes, it was better for the kids to have the nanny at least with them as opposed to nothing but in that moment, it just hit me differently.

I mean, what parent wouldn't care if their kid was in the hospital? No matter what for? I found that incredibly infuriating.

"You okay there?" he asked. "You seem to be quite lost in your own head and it's making me believe I should leave you alone."

"I'm fine," I stated. "I need to go. Um, I'm glad your brother is fine. I hope to never run into him like that ever again."

"Yeah... thank you for bringing him in, again. Really. I owe you one."

"Mhm, you sure do," I smirked. "And for all those other times you bothered me."

"You enjoyed all those hang outs, don't you even dare lying."

"I would have preferred to be carving my eyes out than spend those days with you, but whatever helps you sleep at night," he scoffed and rolled his eyes at me. "Anyway. Next time pick your brother up if he asks you to."

"I wouldn't dare dream of saying no again."

"Very well," I sighed. "Later, Styles."

"Whatever you say, Kensington."

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a.n.
so seems like the second styles mans met our lovely renleigh hehehe

lmk what u thought it wasn't really that filled w action or anything it was more like a snapshot of their days but hey ho . see u next week hunties xx