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They didn't drive for long, and the car pulled up in front of their destination, then a bulky man in suit opened the rear door of the car. Des stepped out of the warmth of the car into the chilly evening air and helped Harry out. "Welcome, Mr Styles" The man said, then Des gave him a slight nod in responses as he nestled his arm in Harry's arm.

Spattering of camera flashes met them while they made their way towards the entrance of the building then they pose for the cameras for few seconds. Harry flashed a smile, displaying his dimples while a warm smile maneuvers its way across Des face as more flashes went off. Afterwards, they entered the massive foyer where some few invited guests were standing around talking, some of them spotted Harry and his father, and stared at them with varying looks of curiosity.

From the foyer, Harry and Des climbed the wide staircase that curve gracefully to the first floor with a massive dangling chandelier and the moment they stepped there, multiple heads turned to look in their direction as if they have been announced by a herald.

Harry's gaze passed over the faces in the crowd, hoping to spot Mr Malik then a slight frown crossed his face, when he realized a lot of people were staring at him while whispering among themselves.

He wondered why they're all staring at him. Regardless, he composed himself and put on a smiling face, walking beside his father who was leading him through the crowd. He noticed an orchestra band about twenty people playing music at the right side of the room while an army of wait staff in white tuxes were serving champagne around.

Two men approached them, one was dressed as Elvis Presley while the other was dressed as James Bond. Des briskly shook hands with them, exchanging greetings.

"Des where have you been? It has been a week since we last saw you at our usual place" The man dressed as James Bond said with a slight grin then Des smiled apologetically. "Sorry I've been busy" He said with a sigh.

"Busy with this beautiful angel beside you?" The other man uttered, as his gaze ran over Harry from head to toe then glance at Des with curiosity flaring in his eyes.

Des raised his eyebrows, surprised his friends don't remember who Harry is and confusing him as his lover. Well maybe because they haven't seen Harry in years, he thought.

"This is Harry, my son" He murmured then the men opened their eyes wide in shock. "Harry, this is Matthew Perry and Noah Black, my friends from the golf club" Des accompanied his words by gesturing his hand to the one dressed as James Bond then Elvis Presley.

"Nice to meet you" Harry said with an awkward smile as the men stare at him with an astonish look.

"Wait wait hold on, this is Harry?" Matthew asked, still dumbfounded. "Your son? That little boy you brought to the club few years ago and all he did was to whine for ice cream and chocolates?"

Hearing those words, Harry couldn't help but to blush as Des replied yes to Matthew's question. Noah darted his eyes to Des then back to Harry and mumbled "You never told us that your son has grown to become this-this beautiful-Can my son marry him?"

"No" Des snapped, irritated at Noah's question then grabbed Harry's hand and gently pulled him along, walking pass them.

"Des wait, I think my son will get along with Harry. They have to meet" Noah bellowed from behind while following them.

"Not now!" Des glance over his shoulder and leveled a deadly glare on him, stopping Noah in his tracks.

"Daddy" Harry whispered with a whine, feeling embarrassed as some of the guests glance their way. His father's actions was drawing unwanted attention on them.

"I shouldn't have brought you, now I'll have hundreds of marriage proposals on my desk by tomorrow morning....." Was all Des could say before Harry and him paused their walking, when they were approached again by one of his friends, the wife and their two older sons dressed as the Incredibles.

After few words of greetings and introductions, it didn't take long for Des to realize the real motive of the four people standing in front of him as his friend's wife jokingly kept pairing Harry with one of the son's and suggesting dinner and camping trips just for the two families. Des had cut their chit chat short after two minutes and assured to get in touch with them and just as he was about to pull Harry to safety, his gaze caught another friend of his, advancing towards them with the son.

For thirty minutes, Des had to endure his circle of friends and acquaintances approaching him in pretenses of extending their greetings but in reality, they were all coming to introduce their sons or themselves to Harry. It was so bad that, it looked as if people were actually in a line just to talk to Harry, like it was some sort of a ball for Harry to choose a suitor.

All Des could do was to unrelent a glare at them and made sure non of them got physically close to Harry who looked uncomfortable, but kept a friendly smile on his face throughout the ordeal.

"Can I have your number?"

"Okay, I've had enough of this! I didn't come here to parade my son around to the highest bidder, if anyone comes near my son again, I will cut their dicks off. Now if you'll excuse us" Des snapped with irritated tone, glaring at the young man in front of him who asked for Harry's number then averted his glare to those in line waiting to talk to Harry.

The audience surrounding Harry and Des became silent, and the only sound audible was the heavy breathing of Des, the orchestra and the distance chatting of other guests. The men and women exchanged embarrassed glances, then moved aside for Des and Harry to pass through, much to Harry's relief.

They arrived at their table which seats up to seven people with one occupant already seated. He was wearing a Loki costume.

"A little birdie told me you just went full Papa Bear mode and on rampage cutting dicks off, is it true?" The man said then glance up from his phone and laughed. Des rolled his eyes as Harry chuckle softly, walking towards the man and leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Good evening uncle Alex"

"Good evening Harry, stop causing chaos with you pretty face before your old man is sent to prison" Alex joked and slightly pinch Harry's right cheek, causing him to giggle. Then Alex and Des pulled each other in for a hug and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Good to see you" Des murmured as Harry notices the place card next to Alex's seat bearing his father's name, followed by his name card in a clockwise arrangement. He took his seat while his father sat between Alex and him.

One of the wait staff served two glasses of champagne to Des and Alex, then a glass of non-alcoholic drink to Harry per Des order. As the three of them began chatting, Des wandering gaze spotted the place card next to Harry's place card and furrow his brows.

"I thought Johnson's is suppose to sit there, how come Scott's name is there?" Des gestured his head towards the seat next to Harry's and Alex shrugged. "Beats me" He murmured, casting a glance over Des shoulder then spots Scott and three other people making their way towards their table.

"Speak of the devil" Alex let out a soft chuckle, gesturing over Des shoulder.

Upon hearing those words, Harry sighed inwardly and began preparing mentally to put up with Scott's flirtatious advances while Des glance over his shoulder and a slow grin tugged one side of his mouth then Alex and him rose up from their seats to greet them.

Harry took in a deep breath, stood up as well and when he turned around to face Scott, he gaped with bewilder disbelief at the sight of Scott and Mr Malik chatting amiably with Mr Payne and Karen walking behind them.

Scott was wearing an Egyptian Pharaoh costume while Mr Malik was dressed in a simple yet expensive black suit. Mr Payne had a Batman costume on and Karen was wearing a skin-tight leather catwoman costume which hugs her body tightly, showing off all her curves.

Harry's heart drummed when Mr Malik's eyes met his, then quickly, he lowered his face and clamped his mouth shut, his expression sliding into confusion, wondering if Scott and Mr Malik are friends? Within seconds he felt their presence in front of him, not more than few inches away and heard his father and Alex exchanging greetings with them. Right then and there, he wanted to disappear and abort the mission.

Caught up in his thoughts, he didn't hear his father calling him.

"Harreh"

But at the sound of Mr Malik's voice, he snapped from his thoughts and mustered the courage to look up, right into those hazel eyes staring straight at him. His mouth immediately went dry as he took in the perfect specimen standing in front of him then he saw the one thing he never thought he would see, when Mr Malik's lips curled into a small smile, leaving him stunned and slightly weak in the knees.

He lowered his head again to hide his flushed cheeks as a glimmer of hope sparkled in his eyes. This is the first time Mr Malik has smiled at him.

"Are you okay?" Mr Malik asked, his face void of emotion, yet his eyes held a glint of humor. Harry could only nod, desperately trying to hide his pink cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Karen had looped her arm around Mr Malik's arm, nestling against him like a koala. This stoked the flames of jealousy in his heart, and he had to bit his lower lip to prevent himself from releasing the curses coiled on his tongue.

Des sighed softly with a worried look, knowing how much Mr Malik's presence was affecting Harry and just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, Scott stepped forward and took Harry's hand. "Hello beautiful" He said, then Harry glance up at him with a forced smile as Scott held his gaze.

Just as Scott was about to place a kiss at the back of Harry's hand, Des used his rubber Thor hammer to block Scott's lips from touching Harry's hand. Scott let out a breath, feeling embarrassed then looked up and met Des narrowing his eyes at him without blinking.

He let go of Harry's hand and raised his hands up slightly, his lips curling into a polite smile. "Forgive my impoliteness Des" He murmured then cleared his throat as Des glare at him with a warning look to not try to do anything funny apart from what they've agreed on.

"Easy Papa Bear" Alex said with enough sarcasm that caused everyone to burst into a mildly cackle of laughter expect Scott, Harry and Des, then Alex nudge Des playfully.

"Oh come Des, Don't you think it's time to give Scott the chance to date Harry?"

"Yeah, they will make a lovely couple" Mr Payne chimed in then Mr Malik hums in agreement, and like a bucket of cold water poured on Harry's head, all of his hopes shattered into a million pieces.

Des shook his head, disagreeing. "If Scott wants to pursue my son, he has to wait"

Alex rolled his eyes and shook his head, still smiling. They all took their respective seats, with Mr Malik sitting next to Scott, and beside him is Karen and then Mr Payne.

Cautiously, Harry peered at Mr Malik and saw him whispering something into Karen's ear then she tossed her head back and laughed. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as the pain as well as jealousy curl deep in his stomach.

"I didn't know the two of you knew each other, Are you friends?" Des asked, glancing at Scott then to Mr Malik.

"Well not really" Mr Malik answered. "I met Scott last month in Paris, at a business summit" He said then casually glance at Scott with a smile as a wait staff arrived with glasses of champagnes and served them.

"Yeah, we planned having drinks later that day but unfortunately something came up so he had to leave the next day" Scott murmured, taking a sip of his champagne then stole a glance at Harry.

Des noticed Scott stealing glances at Harry with an intense gaze and pursed his lips, knowing Scott will try to pursue Harry tonight regardless of his warnings but he wasn't worried, because as far as he knows Harry will never return Scott's feelings, because of Rameses Zayn who happens to look like Mr Malik.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you wearing a suit? This fundraising is a costume event" Alex questioned, glancing at Mr Malik.

"I didn't know what to wear so Karen offered to help, and suggested this outfit" Mr Malik answered with an amused smile.

"Yeah this is the hot business man costume" Karen interjected with a giggle, stoking her fingers slightly along Mr Malik's arm and everyone laughed except Harry who was mentally rolling his eyes and cussing Karen inwardly.

Shortly all the guests settled in their seats and the program began with the introduction of the emcee, who came on stage expressing how honored and humbled he is to serve the emcee role. As the emcee was talking, Harry blocked out his words and began brainstorming ideas to make Mr Malik jealous.

He had the feeling of being watched and glance up then met Scott's hawkish gaze, devouring him. Suddenly he heard a loud applause and noticed his father standing up from his seat with a wide smile. Then it dawned on him that his father has been called to give the opening speech. He clapped his hands along with the rest of the audience as his father made his way towards the stage, then Scott dragged his chair closer to Harry's and placed his arm over the back of Harry's seat.

"You look absolutely, fucking drop dead gorgeous and yummy" Scott said, lowering his voice to a whisper.

Harry tried to blush like Kwame had told him too, but he just couldn't do it. Don't get him wrong, Scott is attractive and everything but he is not Rameses Zayn or Mr Malik.

He cleared his throat, avoiding Scott's gaze and whispered back. "Stop, my Daddy might see us"

Scott smirked, glancing at Des who's standing on the stage, preparing to give his speech then leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against Harry's ear. "Then why don't we go somewhere more private and talk. It's already boring in here don't you think?" He whispered softly.

At this point Harry was expecting some sort of reaction from Mr Malik but after few seconds, nothing happened. All he heard was Mr Malik chuckling softly with the rest of the audience at something his father had said. He glance at Mr Malik and was baffled how the man hasn't seen the current closeness between Scott and him, even Mr Payne was staring at them with a raised brow and a suggestive smile while Alex was oblivious to what was going on since his focused was intently on Des.

He sighed inwardly and decided to take a step further to make Mr Malik notice him. So he rubbed his temple, pretending to be tired and sighed loudly. Scott's expression turned to a concern look and before he could say anything, Harry leaned towards him and rested his head on Scott's shoulder.

Scott became shocked and at the same time overjoyed by Harry actions. "Are you okay?" He asked and Harry nodded. "Just a little headache" He replied, then a smile of pride covered Scott's face as he settled his arm around Harry's shoulders, keep him close.

Harry exhale softly waiting to feel Mr Malik's intense jealous stare drilling holes in them, waiting for Mr Malik to abruptly stand from his seat and come grasp his upper arm to pried him from Scott.

But after a minute of waiting, nothing happened. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, disappointment shadowing his features.

He peeked over Scott's shoulder to find Mr Malik lips twisted into a beautiful smile, as Karen whispers to him. That same smile, Harry thought he was the only one that can invoke from him.

His heart tightened as he watch them whispering to each other like a loving couple. Tears stung his eyes then he blinked them, trying hard to get rid of the tears, trying to look unaffected, but after few seconds of watching them, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to get out of there and go somewhere to drown in his sorrows, before his mask of pretenses falls off.

He sat up straight and Scott felt disappointed with the loss of Harry's warmth. "I'm going to the bathroom, I will be back" Harry whispered, trying hard to keep the sadness void from his tone.

"Can I come with you?" Scott asked, concern lace in his voice when he saw Harry's expression.

"No, no I-I will be alright" Harry replied as he stood from his seat, his eyes filling with tears he didn't want Scott to see and headed for the bathroom.

When he entered the bathroom, he walked towards the sink and looked into the mirror with watery eyes then gaze at the door, staring without blinking, waiting for Mr Malik to walk through that door with a scowl and pinned him to the wall with so much intensity in his hazel eyes, showing jealousy, want, need, desire just like in the movies.

A single tear trickled down his cheek, then he laughed at himself, over his own mishap, at his own stupid self for all these vivid imaginations that will never happen, at all these foolish fantasies playing in his head giving him some sort of hope.

A lost hope.

Feeling too overwhelmed by his emotions, his body began trembling as more tears streamed down his cheeks. He leaned towards the wall beside him and slide down until he sat on the tiled-floor and lowered his head in a quiet sob.

After what seemed like forever until he couldn't cry any more, he rose up then approached the sink and turned on the tap water, letting it run as he bent over and splash the water over his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and saw his eyes were red and swollen. Eventually he turned off the tap and took some tissue paper to clean his face and left the bathroom to look for another place to compose himself before going back or maybe he could just hide there and drown in his sadness until the program is over.

He took the elevator to the third floor and walked along the quiet hallway then a glimpse of the evening sky beyond the curtains caught his attention. He pushed the drapes aside, astonished to find a small balcony overlooking a large garden at the back of the building.

He strode forward then placed his hands on the railing and gazed across the sky, at all the sparkling lights above. As the cold air blew against his skin, sweet memories of the Pharaoh and himself standing on the balcony flashed in his mind. He recalled the numerous times Rameses Zayn would wrapped his warm arms around his waist, fighting off the coldness as they enjoy the night quietness with the moon shining brightly upon them and the city.

A tear leaked from his eye and rolled down his cheek. At that moment, a familiar soft voice interrupted his chain of thoughts.

"There you are, I've been looking for you"

He wiped his tear with his thumb, then quickly turned around and faced Scott, leaning against the balcony door.

Scott stared him with an intent gaze as if he was trying to find the answer to some question.. "Is it Niall?" He asked, closing in the distance between them.

Harry furrowed his brows with a confused expression. "Huh?"

"You look like you've been crying and heart broken and I know for a fact you haven't been in a relationship yet, so no one has broken your heart. Which is the stupidest thing to do, for any one to break your heart. I mean you're everything any man will need to complete him. So I'm assuming you had a little fight with Niall" Scott murmured, his gaze wandering over Harry's face.

Harry didn't respond, and avoided his gaze, ignoring him. Scott stepped closer and Harry inched backwards against the balcony railing. Scott took the opportunity to caged him by placing his hands on either side of the rail. His eyes focused on Harry's eyes.

"I wanna do bad things to you" He whispered softly.

Harry stared at him, nervousness and annoyance lining his features. "Move back" He said.

"It is my job to keep you from feeling bored, remember?" Scott muttered with a light chuckle, his gaze drifting to Harry's lips.

"No this is not what I meant .....

"Shh" Scott whispered interrupting him, his breath fanning Harry's face. "I just want a kiss"

Harry became alarmed and turned his face sideways, his palms on Scott's chest trying to push him away. "No!" He stated firmly.

"Oh come on, I won't bite, I swear. I just want a kiss"

"Scott we.....

"Sorry for interrupting, Harreh your father wants to have a word with you"

They both paused their actions and turned their gaze at the same time to the balcony door and saw Mr Malik, who cleared his throat lightly, unbothered by their intimate position, and turned around leaving them.

A twinge of pain shone in Harry's eyes that Mr Malik did not show the faintest sign of concern or jealously. Swiftly, he shove Scott as hard as he could in the chest, causing Scott to stagger, and rushed out. He found Mr Malik leaning against the jamb which surprised him.

Their gazes locked, then tingles spread up and down Harry's arms and for a few seconds it was almost as if the world stood still. Then he lowered his gaze, unable to look into those hazel eyes anymore cause he felt like his husband has caught him cheating.

"Let's go, your father is waiting" Mr Malik deadpanned and lead the way to the elevator. When they got to the entrance of the elevator, Mr Malik stepped aside to let Harry enter first when the doors slid opened. "After you" He said without an emotion in his voice.

After they entered, the elevator doors slid shut then Mr Malik pushed the button to the second floor. As the elevator begun descending, Harry peeked up at his face, but Mr Malik's expression gave no clue of his mood. None of them spoke till they got to the second floor and the elevator doors slid opened then Mr Malik gestured for Harry to go off first.

As Harry was about to step out of elevator, Mr Malik moved closer and placed his hand on his lower back, which sent a bolt of lightning right through him. He glance at Mr Malik, bewildered by the sudden change of behavior as they made their way to his father's private room.

"This is it" Mr Malik murmured, as they paused in front the door.

"Thank you" Harry whispered softly without looking at him as his fingers found the door handle and opened it then entered and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door and took a deep breath, completely baffled by Mr Malik's strange behaviour. Then he called out his father's name. "Daddy"

No responses came.

He walked further into the room.

"Daddy" He muttered once more but yet again, there was no responses. His eyes swept across the luxurious room methodically, coming to rest on a double-size bed, and a banqueting like table in the middle of the room covered with snacks, bottles of water, different flavors of ice creams, grapes and strawberries.

He knitted his eyebrows together in a little frown and called out his father's name one more time as he made his way towards the bathroom, knocking on the door first before entering and yet again there was no answer and there was no one in the bathroom.

Then he realized there was no one in the room, expect him.

He walked out of the bathroom, then got startled when he saw Mr Malik leaning against the entrance door, staring at him. Then a puzzled expression crossed his face, confused as to why Mr Malik would lie to him and bring him here.

"Where is my Daddy?" He asked, his perplexed eyes landing questioningly at Mr Malik.

Mr Malik didn't response but rather kept his gaze prowling over Harry's face then their gazes locked. "I don't like the way other men were staring at you, and I don't like the way you were allowing Scott to touch you" He said firmly, and the note in his voice told Harry he was angry.

For few seconds Harry thought he heard him wrong and in that moment he saw something in Mr Malik's eyes, something akin to jealousy. That was when it finally dawned on him that Mr Malik has been jealous all along and acted indifferently, ignoring him and talking to Karen like they're lovers while his heart was bleeding out!

His mouth hanged opened, stunned at the man in front of him, almost lost for words and gritted his teeth. Blinded by anger, he decided to give Mr Malik a taste of his own medicine.

"So? What is it to you?" He whispered yelled, but inside, he was flipping in circles, running around and screaming with joy that his plan had worked.

Mr Malik raised his brows and the corners of his lips curved up, a predatory look in his eyes. Slowly, he walked towards Harry while holding his gaze.

Harry gulped and moved backwards as Mr Malik kept moving closer, gradually pressuring his space, until Harry's back hit against the table in the middle of the room and before he realized, their faces were just inches apart, his green eyes locked intently on Mr Malik's hazel ones. It felt like they was back in ancient Egypt again.

Gently, Mr Malik caressed Harry's cheek with the back of his hand and Harry's body shuddered at his touch, goosebumps raising on his skin and his heart hammered in his chest. He licked his lips, pouting them and closed his eyes, waiting for Mr Malik to kiss him.

"Be a good boy and stay here, I will be back in an hour"

Upon hearing those words, Harry felt as if a bucket of cold water has been poured on his head again, like an idiot. He opened his eyes and realized Mr Malik was already shutting the door. That was when it dawned on him what Mr Malik had said few seconds ago, hurriedly he ran to the door and grabbed the handle, giving it a twist.

"Locked!" He gasps loudly, banging on the door and twisting the handle. "Let me out, let me out" He shouted.

After banging on the door for sometime, he got tired and groaned loudly as Kwame's words flashed through his mind.

No wonder he keeps you locked up in a room, away from the prying eyes of other men.

Harry palmed his face and sigh, he didn't know whether to feel happy cause Mr Malik is acting the way he wanted, possessive and jealous or stupid for finally realizing Rameses Zayn wasn't keeping him in a room for safety reasons but for his own selfish interest.

He made his way to the table and picked up some snacks and ice cream then plopped down on the bed and made himself comfortable then switched on the TV using the remote lying on the bed.

No, he's not insane for being calm when he has been locked in a room against his will, but what else can he do. He doesn't have his phone to call for help, hence he might as well endure all this until Mr Malik comes back, so he can give him his piece of mind.

After an hour, Harry heard the sound of the door opening and turned his gaze to the doorway as his father entered the room with a worried expression and Mr Malik trailing behind. He rose from where he was sitting and made his way towards his father, with an angry face, ready to tell his father what Mr Malik did but to his surprise, his father drew him into tight embrace and sigh in relief.

Des released him from his embrace and took Harry's face into his hands, examining him with an anxious look. "Are you okay? Mr Malik told me you're not feeling well and he brought you here to rest"

Harry raised his brows and gaze beyond his father to Mr Malik then narrowed his eyes at him. "I'm okay, just a little headache" He said, returning his gaze to his father.

"Are you sure, should I call the doctor...

"No Daddy I'm fine, I want to go home and rest" He said, feeling Mr Malik's eyes on him.

"Oh okay I will call the driver so we..

"No Daddy, you have to be here till the program ends, remember? I will be fine. I'm sure Scott will agree to drop me off when I ask him" As Harry said this, he glance at Mr Malik's impassive face and his lips curled into a little smirk, knowing Mr Malik is fighting his emotions behind that expressionless look.

"Scott?" Des frowned. "I don't trust him"

Harry sighed mentally, agreeing with his father, Scott is the last person he wants to see after what happened, let alone be in a confined space with him but he wants to see how long Mr Malik can keep up with his act.

"But Scott has been nothing but sweet to me and....

"I will drop him home" Mr Malik chimed in, stopping Harry in mid-sentence. Harry and Des shifted their gaze to him with a surprise look, especially Des since Mr Malik has been avoiding Harry like a plague and now he's volunteering to drive Harry home?

"I was about to leave anyway, so it's not a bother" He said with a small smile then Des raised his brow, staring at him.

Normally he doesn't trust anyone, especially other males when it comes to Harry cause they were all after one thing, to make Harry their trophy husband and own majority of his companies just like what Scott is after. But somehow Mr Malik is different, he's the only one who hasn't showed the slightest interest in Harry, even though Harry is chasing after him.

So whom should he trust to get his son home safely, the devil he knows or the angel he doesn't know?

"Oh okay, it's settled then" Des murmured, mentally making the decision to trust Mr Malik then Scott. Harry squealed inside and lowered his face to hide his gleaming eyes filled with happiness. Then he recalled Kwame words.

In order to grasps ones attention you must show no attention.

Which meant he has to put up some sort of resistance and make Mr Malik more jealous. He raised his head up and cleared his throat lightly, putting on a slight frown. He has to show Mr Malik that he's not desperate for his attention. "No Daddy I want to go with Scott" He said with a whine.

"You're going with Mr Malik and that's final, I don't trust Scott" Des stated firmly, dismissing Harry words and turned to Mr Malik. "Well I've gotta go now before he gives me those puppy eyes. Please take care of him"

Harry gasps at his father's words and, stared at his fathers back as he walked out of the room without looking back. He shifted his gaze to Mr Malik and his frowned deepened.

"I am not going anywhere with you" He folded his arms on his chest, glaring at him.

"I don't mind throwing you over my shoulder and walking you through the crowd, so chose wisely" Mr Malik said softly, his tone challenging Harry to dare him. Harry gave a small huff and stormed passed him, tutting with annoyance. Mr Malik sighed and followed him.

When they got outside the building, Harry spotted a black audi and a parking valet standing next to it. Mr Malik slip the parking valet some money as the young man handed the keys to Mr Malik with thankful smile. Then Mr Malik opened the passage side of the car and gestured Harry to enter but instead, Harry folded his arms on his chest, standing there without speaking or moving.

"Harreh get in the car" Mr Malik said calmly and Harry averted his gaze to the other side, humming a tune as if Mr Malik wasn't talking to him.

The parking valet glance at Mr Malik then to Harry in an awkward silence.

Mr Malik let out a breath, looking impatience. "Get in the car now" He said authoritatively then Harry averted his gaze to him for a moment, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't use that tone on me, you're not my Daddy" He said with a huff.

"Damn!" The parking valet murmured with a suggestive whistle and chuckled, earning him a glare from Mr Malik. He shut up and pantomimed to zip his mouth shut, lock it, and threw the key away before walking off.

Then Mr Malik averted his gaze to Harry and walked over to him, standing close to him and whispered. "If you don't get in the car right now, I'm going to show you what a real Daddy does to naughty boys like you and trust me, after I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit down for a month"

His words caused Harry to shiver and gulp. Harry didn't need to be told twice with those hazel eyes looking at him as if daring him to disobey. Quietly he walked passed Mr Malik and sat in the car then shut the door. Mr Malik followed suit and sat at the driver's side.

"Put your seat belt on" He said.

Harry shot him a glare, regardless did what he was told. Mr Malik started up the car, backed it out of the driveway and drove down to the street as utter silence envelop them. Harry kept his eyes on the road, yet he could see the outline of Mr Malik's face from the corner of his eye and watched the way his fingers grip the steering wheel while his index finger and middle finger drummed on the wheels.

He bit his lower lip, engrossed by the way Mr Malik's finger's keeps moving and recalled the numerous times those fingers were buried deep inside him, especially the middle finger, that long wicked middle finger stimulating his prostate, making him scream, bucking and writhing out with sheer bliss.

He closed his eyes reliving those memories until Mr Malik's phone began ringing. He opened his eyes and cussed whoever it is for ruining his dirty moment. He peeked at Mr Malik who had one hand on the steering wheel, as he picked his phone from the console and glance at the screen with a slight frown.

"Hello" Mr Malik said after answering the call.

"Now? That's was not what we agreed on" He said, then let out a breath and paused for few seconds.

"Alright, I will call you in a jiffy" He murmured with a sigh and ended the call, then glance at Harry. "Something important came up, I have to go to my house and take care of it, I hope you don't mind" He asked.

"Whatever" Harry said and crossed his legs, struggling to keep his erection from being notice.

Mr Malik said nothing as he drove in a different direction, towards the highway. They drove passed some large and luxurious houses surrounded by trees then they came upon a big metal gate which slowly begin to open and allowed them through. They drove down a long, winding driveway until the car came to a halt in front of a massive stucco mansion and Harry stared up at it in awe.

"Stay here and don't come out, I will be back shortly" Mr Malik said to him then stepped out of the car and shut the door.

Harry rolled his eyes and watched Mr Malik from the his side window, walking towards the house and exchanging few words with the security guard, standing in front of the main door. Then the main door opened and a dark skinned girl in a maid uniform came out. Harry couldn't see her face properly since the security guard was blocking the girl's face from his view. Not until the girl stepped forward as Mr Malik handed her a piece of paper then his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Baketamon" He whispered with an astonish look then gasps, leaning forward, staring at his former maid, who has followed Mr Malik back into the house.

"Oh my God, does this mean the Queen is here too?"

He whispered slowly to himself and glance at the security man standing by the door. If he wants to know the answer to his question then he has to sneak inside the house without being notice and maybe find an open window and climb up a tree to get inside. But if he slips and falls and loss his babies. He thought.

An idea popped into his head and a smile crossed his lips, then he opened the car door and stepped out.

All he has to do is to walk up to the security man, talk to him for few seconds and then pretend to faint which will automatically guarantee him assess inside the house. He mentally high five himself for this genius plan as he closes in the distance between the security guard.

He clear his throat as the security guard raised his brow, staring at him.

"Hi um....

"Do you want to wait for Mr Malik inside?" The security guard interrupted without waiting for him to finish then Harry stated at him, blinking his eyes and thinking how he never thought of this simple plan but rather an overly dramatic one.

He sighed inwardly in relief, thanking the man for coming to his aid without knowing it and faked a shiver. "Um yeah I'm feeling cold" He said with a small smile.

The man nodded with a smile and opened the door for him to enter. Harry stepped through the door with excitement as the same time nervousness bubbling inside him. He wasn't sure what to expect when the Queen sees him, whether she will be sweet and motherly just like in ancient Egypt or be cold to him like her son. Regardless, he kept his hopes up cause deep down he had the feeling that the Queen wouldn't hate him. He stepped in the massive living room and the first thing he notice was the beautiful crystal chandelier hanging above.

"Can I help?" He heard the familiar voice of Baketamon and shifted his gaze to her, as a smile spread across his face at the same time a tear trickled down his cheek.

"Baketamon" He whispered softly and walked towards her and hugged her tightly. "I miss you so much"

"Beth what's going on here?"

And there's the voice he has been waiting to hear, the woman he has been yearning to see. He released Baketamon from his embrace and turned around slowly and saw the one and only Queen Trisha dressed in a modern, elegant and classy dress.

He wanted to let out a happy squeal, jump and hug her, cry on her shoulder and tell her how much he misses her, and apologise for being so stupid for not listening to her. But he couldn't do any of those, instead he just stood there like a statue, his emotions overwhelming because from the look on the Queen's face, she doesn't remember him. And he wasn't surprise with the question she asked next, even though it hurts so much.

"Beth who's this?"

"I don't know Mrs Trisha, she just walked in and hugged me" Beth replied with a puzzled look and shrugged her shoulders.

Harry wasn't shocked with Baketamon's answer either. It was like he has hit a dead end, and as the Queen and him stare at each other, he knew he was fucked without Kwame, Mr Evans and Niall to help him figure out what to do next.

And even if he knew what to do, he doesn't have the slightest clue as to where to begin.

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I hope it was okay. 😅

I've divided the chapter into two parts. I will be working on the next chapter on Sunday, it's going to be a long and a difficult one to write. So many things going through my head. Lol 😂

So 1st April was my nuttyzarry birthday and I forgot 🙈😤😑. She's funny, charming, loving and I wish her a lifetime of happiness, a smaller amount of worries, and a boat load of big dreams coming true. Happy belated birthday Odo!

A reader gave me the charity event idea. I've gone through my comments section to find her name and thank her properly but I can't find her comment or remember her username. Please if you're reading this, thank you. ❤️❤️😘.

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