Renleigh Kensington

He ate me out once more during that trip to Paris and I was not as mad as I thought I was going to be. If anything, I was pretty chuffed that I had him between my thighs twice with my fingers in his hair. The taste of me on his lips and tongue was amazing, the way his chin was covered the same as the first time was so fucking sexy. His eyes were dark and lips redder than usual, maybe fuller, too. He just looked so good.

Especially between my legs.

The image was addicting. The feeling was addicting.

Sitting in my office, I found myself squeezing my thighs shut as the flashbacks surrounded my mind, my attention long gone even though I had work to do. Oh. Right. I was back to work. I probably wasn't meant to be but I mean it was only like... two days early. Miss Jones made sure I only completed emails and nothing else. No meetings, no training, no nothing that involved more than moving my eyes and placing my fingers on buttons in order to reply to an email.

Styles CEO: I can't stop thinking about Paris with you

The text came through with a loud noise and filled my entire office. I never had my phone on sound, it was always on silence. A smirk grew on my lips as I read over the text on my locked screen, soon enough disappearing when the entire phone blacked out.

Then another text came through.

Styles CEO: you on my lips, chin, tongue, your hands in my hair and your thighs around my head is addicting, I reckon

I scoffed as my eyes read over the text message. Perhaps I was not the only one who kept thinking about what happened.

Styles CEO: anyway, give me a ring when you're free, need to ask something xx

Out of curiosity, I picked up my personal phone, pressed down on the middle button until it came up with Siri then told it to call Styles. Once it told me it is calling him, I lifted it to my ear and waited for him to pick up.

"That was fast," he told me with a low chuckle. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"You needed something?"

"Right... your thighs around my head, mainly," I scoffed when the words rolled off his tongue and I could only imagine the smirk on his face.

"I'm afraid mother nature won't allow that," I sighed, kind of disappointed. Had I had the chance to have him between my legs, everyone best believe he would have been there. "Now, spill what you really needed from me."

"That's unfortunate... let me know when she will be okay with us repeating what had happened," he pushed it further before he spoke up again. "I was wondering if you'd like to come play golf with my friends and I?"

"Golf?"

"Yes..."

"Mhmm," I hummed. "When exactly?"

"Tomorrow," he stated. "You're still off so I assumed it would be a great opportunity for you to get out of the house."

"Right," I laughed. "About that... I'm back."

"Huh?"

"At work. I'm back. I'm in the office right now."

"Are you kidding me right now?" he asked with a slightly disappointed tone. I hummed a no in response and he sighed. He was quiet for a bit so I heard that he was outside and it made me wonder if he went to mine. "Alright. Well. I guess I'll see you in thirty minutes then."

"Wh-," my question was cut short as he buttoned me and I rolled my eyes with a low groan. He was kind of annoying. But I let it slip because his tongue worked wonders.

Literally half an hour later, I glanced at the screen where I could see the main security camera which was placed near my office door. He was there. With coffee and... flowers? This man was something else.

Just as he raised his hand to buzz on my door, I opened it and he just screwed his eyes shut as he was caught off guard again. I kind of enjoyed doing that to him – and everyone else who wanted to come in.

"I'm trying really hard not to be mad at you," he sighed as he walked over to me, his voice tense but also soft. I raised my eyebrows at him as I leaned back in my chair and watched as he walked past my desk after he set the coffee down. The feeling that surrounded my heart the time he basically attacked me was nowhere near this time, it was all a bit exciting, actually. Especially when he placed his hands on the arms of my chair, the roses in his right hand as he leaned in close. "What are you doing here, hm?"

"Working," I replied, the smirk on my lips caused his to appear. He scoffed at my answer and I raised one of my eyebrows in question. He didn't answer though. He just licked his lips and I could barely cope with the distance between us that was literally not even there. Had he moved his head a little more, his nose would have bumped into mine and his lips would have been on mine.

But neither of us moved.

And so I pushed him away from me a little, my hands on his shoulders that were covered by his tan-mustard colour blazer. He had a black top on and his trousers matched the blazer. His hair was extra curly today, his eyes a light green and his skin was so freaking clear I began to grow jealous again.

"Did the doctor say you can come back?"

"Yes," I nodded and he looked at me with a questioning look. His eyebrows high, his eyes wide and forehead a little creasy. He looked like he didn't believe me. "Dr Kensington said I was fine to come back."

"Of course, she did," he sighed, his eyes rolled and he looked down at the flowers in his hand. "Well, in that case, these are for you."

"Cheers," I grinned as I took it from his hand, the bouquet made up of about seven roses. "Why seven? Not to sound ungrateful but that's a bit precise, isn't it?"

"You'd be right," he nodded. "One for every date we've been on. Plus, one for today."

"We surely haven't been on six dates, though."

"One for our dinner in Italy, one for the wine tour, one for when we went out to coffee then watched the guards change, one for our dinner date in London, one for the morning we spent out in Paris, one for the night we spent in Paris when we went out to get food and then the seventh is for today."

"You thought of all those as dates?"

"We spent time together and that's all that really matters," he shrugged as he walked over to the chair across from my table. He pushed the coffee over to me on the top and I grabbed it as I placed the roses down.

"Well, thank you, I guess," I sighed and took a sip of my coffee. That was the second coffee I have had that day. I knew I needed to lay off of it, especially with my sleeping pills because they wouldn't work as well anymore but I just needed it in my system. "So, this golf outing... tell me more."

"What would you like to know?"

"Let's start with who's coming?" Styles leaned back in his chair, one of his arms propped up and his fingers pushed against his lips whilst the other one just rested on the arm of the chair.

"Just friends."

"So why am I needed there?"

"Because they want to meet you?" he asked back. "And like I said, it would be a great day out for you. You're not supposed to be back at work until Monday."

"I think you know how shit I am at meeting new people... your nan literally made me stumble on my words."

"That doesn't mean you are bad at meeting new people. You got along with her so well," he smiled at me. "She actually called me and asked how you were the other day."

"She did?" I asked back, my eyes lit up at the thought of that happening. That was so nice of her. Also, a little weird because no one ever checked up on me anymore. I was kind of like the forgotten family member.

"Oh, yeah," he nodded. "She asked, and I quote, 'how's my favourite girl?' and I swear it took me an embarrassingly long time to realise she meant you."

"Ah, that woman is incredible," I sighed. "But, regardless of how well we got on after I still gave her a shit first impression."

"She thought you were cute because of it. And also, my friends kind of... know who you are. So, if anything, they are slightly worried in case they'll piss you off and they'll have to leave without their balls."

"They think I'm a bitch then, don't they?"

"Pretty much. Doesn't matter how much I have tried to convince them that you can be nice, they just didn't let me. Said they wanted to experience it for themselves. Which is why we decided to invite you," he explained and that made much more sense.

"No pressure there then," I chuckled and he did the same. "Alright. Well. I hope you're ready to be amazed by my skills."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That I'm good at golf."

"Are you really?" he asked with shocked eyes.

"Why is that shocking?" I asked back. "My parents love playing. They took me and my brother on fucking golfing holidays from a young age so I would say I know my way around a golf course."

"What can you not do?" he asked jokingly but because I was a twat, I answered seriously.

"Love people in a romantic way. Or take care of my health, apparently."

"We're working on those so just give it some time," he told me and for some reason, those words made my heart beat a little faster. We're working on those? Fuck.

He was serious serious about this.

"But anyways. I'm picking you up tomorrow..."

"Why can't I pick you up?" I asked. "You always pick me up. If we're meeting your friends, I wanna show off my car."

"Oh," he laughed. "You wanna show off, eh?"

"If they think I'm a bitch, I might as well go along with it and give them an actual reason to think that," I shrugged and he just chuckled at my answer again. "Tell me about them."

"Well... what would you like to know?"

"Their names for a starter or how many of us are going? I don't know. Anything."

"Seven, including us two."

"You really do have friends, huh?" I smirked and he rolled his eyes. "Okay. Go on."

"Niall Horan is going to be there, you know him..."

"That's a client on mine. Do you seriously expect me to go?" I questioned him right away. Spending time with clients in a friendly environment was a big no-no. That changed the whole relationship and I could not afford that line disappearing.

"Ease the stick out of your lovely arse for a day, will you?"

"Fuck, no," I argued. "Do you know what this means? Whenever, if I will at all, work with Niall Horan, he'll... he'll have a different opinion on me than he does now. He will be friendly with me and try to find a way to get me to do something because he'll use this one time against me and-,"

"Kensington. Shut the fuck up," he said calmly. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and kind of wanted to wrap my hand around his neck to stop him from breathing. "Niall is a friendly chap, is he not? He would treat you the same after this outing. He is very aware of the fact that you are not one to hang out with people you work with and so, in reality, he is kind of scared of this. He feels like you will be proper professional with him and treat him differently to the others. He wanted to cancel because of it."

"Did he? Cancel, I mean..."

"No. We didn't let him. By 'we' I mean myself, Levi, Ethan, April and Toby."

"Your friends?"

"Yes. They're lovely people."

"Right... but they all think I'm a stuck up bitch."

"With all due respect, mate, you can be one," he said and I looked at him with squinted eyes. He was not wrong. I could be one. Most of the time it was because I wanted to be one. I liked intimidating people, my resting bitch face worked perfectly in order to keep everyone away. "But they will see how amazing you are tomorrow."

"I suppose... tell me more about them. I'm- uh, I'm kind of feeling weird about meeting people who you know and I know have a strong opinion on me."

"Can I ask why it makes you feel so uncomfortable? I have always thought you didn't care for what others thought about you?"

"They are your friends and if they have a strong opinion on me then that's going to influence what you-," suddenly, I stopped myself to keep whatever was about to be out in the open, leave my mouth. My eyes shot into his and he sighed. He knew where I was going with it.

"What they think of you and what I think of you is not going to mix into one and therefore make me stop wanting you. Sure, they may dislike you from what they have heard in the news or what they have gathered in their own minds but that's their problem," he explained, just as calmly. "I have had the chance to spend time with you and sure, it was a damn rollercoaster and I know for a fact we haven't even reached the top yet but it showed me who you truly are. To me, that is all that matters. And trust me, after tomorrow they will realise that you are not who they think you are."

"I'm mean when I'm under pressure. I'm mean in general. Do they have a good sense of humour? Mine is proper dry. I'm not sure if I'm surviving this without an argument with someone."

"Look... you can control yourself. I know you can. Trust me, I have seen you put on a fake face before – don't look at me like that. You do. At events, when people approached you before and you weren't particularly a fan of them but they just so badly wanted to chat to you. You left without an argument even though you didn't like them. Just do that should you feel the need to. I'll do my best to prevent anything from happening."

"I don't want you to defend me over your friends. That would be silly."

Styles sighed and so did I. This was giving me war flashbacks to my ex. I didn't have friends back then and I don't have any now. I hung out with his mates and I'm doing the same with Styles now. Sure, we were not together but we did intimate stuff and I knew for a fact his goal was to have me as his girlfriend or whatever by the end of it.

"I would defend you and I would defend them because you all are important to me," he told me and although those words should have made me feel happy, it only caused questions to bubble up inside of me. Why did he say that? Why was I important to him? Why would he defend me? "Stop thinking so much, your foundation will be all creasy on your forehead."

"I wasn't-,"

"You were," he nodded. "Anyway. Moving on. My friends. You know Niall. He chats a lot, he says pretty much whatever is on his mind so I reckon that makes you two pretty similar. Levi is the one I have known for almost as long as Niall, perhaps a little longer and he basically knows everything about me. I trust him a lot. He talks about as much as Niall, he's half Irish so that's like where him and Niall are tight. Ethan is quiet at first but once you get to know him, he's like a completely different person. Don't let his firstly shy persona put you off. He's pretty smart too, I would say. Wise, I guess. Then again, with us around, I reckon he'll be fine. Actually, whenever he's with April, he turns into a damn evil and he says so much shit that no one believes us when we say he's usually as quiet as a mouse," he rambled on about his friends. Damn. Imagine having friends. "Then, um... April. She's the only girl of our group. She's like a boy with style, I guess. She's very judgemental but also the nicest person at the same time. She's very open and again, loud like the other lads. Wow, are you sensing a pattern? I have not noticed how just alike my friends are... anyway. Toby. He's funny as hell. That lad always cracks me up. My sister loves him because, like I said, he's funny and she's always giggling when he's around. He is very father-like, I suppose."

It was a lot of information to take in yet nothing at the same time. All I really had to know was that all of his friends were loud, talked a lot and were judgemental but also nice. I had no idea how that was possible but if he said that then it must have been true. Not going to lie, it did make me feel slightly intimidated. They sounded like they had pretty big personalities, much like myself, and we all know when I'm surrounded by people like that, we just clash.

"That's... that's a lot of people," I mumbled as I sipped on my coffee. "They all sound like they chat a lot. Which doesn't surprise me because you talk a lot, too."

"Yeah... I guess we do talk a lot," he chuckled. "So. Do you feel a bit more prepared now that you know their names and a bit about them?"

"I don't know. I suppose. I can never be prepared for things like this. Especially going into it knowing they dislike me."

"Just think of it as going to a business event. Filled with other CEOs and managers and designers and whatever else."

"I'm going to have to. But then that means I'm going to come off pretty stuck up and that's just going to feed their already existing opinion on me."

Styles stood up and put his hand out for me to take so he could help me out of my chair. As per usual, I did not have my heels on and he just chuckled with a little shake of his head. He walked us over to the couch that was in my office, the black leather clean as if it had never even been used. Truth is, I have slept on it quite a few times since it was massive and when I pulled all-nighters, I had the tendency to just do it here.

"Listen," he exhaled deeply as he stared into my eyes. One of his legs was bent and hooked under the other, his shoulder pressed against the back of the furniture as he held my hands in his. His thighs squished his crotch together and I wondered if he was comfortable in that position. My eyes slowly trailed up his stomach and chest and neck until I stopped the movement and kept my focus on him. "You are thinking too much about this, okay? They are just people. They... they won't say shit, okay? If they will, I'll hit them with the club, alright?" I bit down on my lower lip when he said that and his lips curled up on the sides. "I know you're not exactly used to being around people who are not your employees and- um," his eyes travelled down to my thumb that was on the side of his cheek. The skin felt sticky as my finger brushed against his skin and it took a few strokes to get rid of whatever was left there.

"Carry on," I said softly as my hand slipped back onto his and I felt his fingers tuck themselves between mine.

"I don't even know where I was going with that..."

"You were mentioning my employees and whatnot."

"Um... I guess my point really is just to be yourself. Obviously, you can lean on me if something goes wrong or you feel uncomfortable but I reckon you'll be amazing."

"Will you, um, stop seeing me – or whatever it is you are doing – if I'll be mean to your friends?"

"Depends how mean you'll be," he smirked. "But I'm pretty sure they'll be biting back at you, so don't worry about me not seeing you anymore."

"Wow... I'm so excited to meet people who hate me!" I laughed which was nothing but a force of reaction. Styles smiled and leaned his head on the back of the couch, his thumbs stroked my skin and kept his eyes on me. They were so green. Much nicer than the colour of mine. I liked his eyes.

Who would have thought I'd end up with a green-eyed man? I sure as hell did not.

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a.n.
i remember writing this chapter and i can't believe it's going up today like,, we're already on the 32nd chapter??? that's madness

what do we think of harry's mates? any predictions for the golf outing? i'm kinda excited 😌

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