Rated M for Mature audiences.
Warning: Smut.

The door to the office cracks open and I look up to observe Harry stepping inside, he's clothed in a pair of black jeans and an innocent black t-shirt, simplistic, yet still a significant turn on.

I smile at him as he wanders closer to his desk "Hey, What are you doing here?" I challenge while he is placing a plastic bag on the desk before transiting around to me.

"I missed my lovely wife," he leans down and kisses me sweetly before sitting on the other side of the desk. "I got food in case you're hungry." He gestures towards the food. One thing I can say, he has been sweeter since his accident.

In the general run of things, he's sitting-down behind the desk and I'm on the other side, it's quite the change of events. "Since you decided to work late, I figured I'd join you, sweetheart." Harry smiles graciously, leaning back in the chair and staring at me with glistening eyes.

"You're such a sweetheart,"

"Mhm, I do try." He nods, "how are you? How's our angel?" He challenges affably and proudly.

He has been very radiant ever since I told him the news the other night, now he makes sure to always ask about he or she.

"Good, quite settled. Hey, my first ultrasound is next week, Anastasia said she would make sure your schedule is free," I inform him, remembering that I told Anastasia that I require Harry on Thursday. I didn't give her any details, just requested she makes sure he doesn't have meetings arranged.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, so, are you ready to hand back the reins come Monday morning?" Harry questions with a slight grin.

I know he is exhilarated to ultimately get out of the house and do something. He's not the kind of person who can be left on bed rest or house arrest for too long. He has been doing decently alright with gaining his strength and appears to be doing a bit better— so he may as well get back to doing what he does best.

"Love, it's all yours. I am about worn out. I don't know how you do it, darling... are you sure you okay to start working? I know you're still sore." I promptly interrogate, not wanting him to feel obliged to take over so expeditiously.

"I'll be fine, I told Anastasia that my first few weeks need to be light and I can't have more than two meetings a day."

"I don't know. I'm still uneasy about this,"

He heavily sighs as he gives me his soft grey eyes,  "Elle, I'll be fine. You can't keep working like this, I need you to relax."

Relaxing sounds like such an amazing thing, in theory, but in reality, I know that will not happen, it is hard to relax when I know he is going to push himself to get back into business purely because it is tiring me out so easily.

I bring up the question that has been frolicking my mind recently. "Mhm, what about Logan? Am I going back to work for him or what?" I don't know what's happening with my current position at Logan Enterprise... I'm not even sure if I have a job position. Logan was cordial enough to give me time off since the accident but he hasn't said a word to me since. 

"You're not working for him," Harry shakes his head, "I'm not trying to be a prick or controlling, but it would make me feel better if you stayed in our business, that way I can keep an eye on you and you won't be so stressed," Harry responds with a calm voice, something telling me he has been rehearsing this for a while. 

"Harry, if I work in this business, I don't want special treatment."

"Darling," he sighs, "just let me look after you and give you the option to relax. You don't need to be worrying about the business or being up at four in the morning."

"Neither do you," I point out, knowing very well and good that what is good enough for him is good enough for me. 

He has managed to do this for years without much complaint and I have no idea how. My hat goes off to him, truly. I never really understood until now how much energy this truly takes.

"That's completely different," he shakes his head, "I chose this, you were somewhat catapulted into it." He sighs as I gaze up at the screen— the investment stocks on the screen exhibiting a rubicund line of diminishment.

I look with a fixed stare at the screen, dumbfounded. I have no knowledge what's going on, well, I do. But, I don't have an extensive idea on what to do.

"You look like you've seen a ghost. Did you get a crude email or something?" Harry questions and I bite my lip as I glance over at him,

"I think I need to call Niall,"

"Why?" He queries, standing up from his position in the chair and wandering over to me. 
He places a hand on my armrest as he peers over my shoulder.

"Things are just descending, the stocks are— this isn't my thing, I don't know what to do, get Niall," I mutter, my hands straightaway reaching out for my phone.

Harry chuckles to himself before clearing his throat, "you know, in case you forgot, I am useful when it comes to this business establishment. I might not be able to work the washing machine or play golf or remember some words, but I am capable of this," he gestures towards the screen with the stocks and shares gliding across it. 

He taps my shoulder, "Here, let me sit," he instructs courteously and I stand, giving him his chair. "Sit," he presses his hand to his lap as his other reaches for the mouse of the computer. I reluctantly take a seat in his lap and he begins to instantaneously ramble on about the Stock Market, doing his best to inform me of everything that he knows, things that I apparently should have already managed to learn while with him.

"So, what happens if this turns into a deeper decrease?" I interrogate as I get off of him and lean on his desk to face him while he begins to type away on the computer.

"For us or for the clients?" He questions and I shrug, I don't know much about any of this, I didn't think much about the clients, I was more concerned about us.

"Well, for us, I keep a well-diversified portfolio of stocks, bonds and commodities. I rebalance it as market conditions change."

"So, in a crash stocks should make up less of your portfolio while bonds and commodities should make up more?" I interrogate, attempting to get more of an understanding of everything. 

"Our," Harry pipes in, "You said your, our, it is our portfolio, but yes... That is substantially the main idea, I, we, would perchance sell some of the bonds and commodities to buy more stocks when the prices are depressing so that when they go up again, as they always do, we would profit from the rising tendency in stock prices." He does his best to inform me of his plans *if* the stock market was to crash and put us in a bad place.

"So, when is it crashing?"

"Sweetheart," Harry snickers as he shakes his head, "Nobody can know, they say every eight to 10 years there is one, and primarily the average loss is about 42 percent. Are you worried? This," he beckons towards the screen, "It is normal, it's like a 4% decline, it happens to ordinary business' on the daily. I don't think this is anything to become restless about, I'll keep an eye on it over the weekend and make decisions Monday." Harry assures me as he leans back in his leather chair. "You ready to go home, sweetheart? I know you're tired." He proposes and I nod, more than ready to get home.

I dig into the plastic bag and pull out the food, "But first, we are eating," I smile, eager to devour the food he has kindly brought me.

    || Harry. ||
 

My first day of work could be described as relatively tranquil. I haven't been pestered like I usually would, it's like my staff have borrowed themselves into their own corners of my building and don't want to come out. I have literally been left alone to sit and look pretty at my desk, Anastasia has kept my schedule clear for my first day, Elise is at home doing only God knows what, probably catching up on sleep I have managed to deprive her of.

Niall wanders in and I gaze at him, hopeful he has something interesting for me. I need to do something. I didn't come to work just to sit here and look pretty. "Would you like good news or bad news?" He challenges as he saunters closer to my desk.

I give him a shrug, I don't care what he tells me first, I just want something, "I don't care, hit me."

"Logan had been hanging around the building while Elise has been here. I always stayed with her, but I think he's up to something. I think he is snooping, again."

"He's always up to something," I murmur lamentably, my blood boiling at the sound of Logan's name.

That fucking asshole.

I still can't believe he left me that night of the accident. I guess he had hoped I'd die and if I didn't that I wouldn't remember seeing him, but I do. Bits and pieces are moderately coming back to me, much to my bitter disappointment, I kind of wish I could forget the dark things.

I know what he is looking for, it is quite obvious.

"The good news is that I am taking Anastasia on a date," Niall grins widely and I roll my eyes and huff.. That was not the news I had been hoping for.

I am aware that they are an item, it has been a year and there is no doubt in my mind they're not shagging. 
They snuck off at my wedding, it isn't news to me.

I cross my arms over my chest as I lean back in my chair, my eyes staring at him, "Of all the things, that is what you have to tell me?" ... "I was kind of hoping for some business news, I already know the two of you are shagging."

"We are not-" he goes to defend himself and I raise a brow, "Your wedding was a one-off thing," he grumbles and I chuckle. "I'm formally asking her to be my girlfriend at dinner,"

"Damn, sounds like we are back in high school," I comment, purposely attempting to irritate the hell out of Niall. I don't know what it is, but I find it to be amusing to wind him up and watch his eyes darken and his hand's clench. I probably shouldn't find it humorous because I know he will catch on and return the favour.

He gives me a pitiful sigh, "Did you not ask Elise to be your girlfriend? Look, I haven't dated in years, I am far too into my work. I don't know how it works,"

"I asked Elise back when we were in University. But, I wasn't too romantic she put up quite a fight with me, it took me a little to get her to actually say yes. I didn't have much money, so I convinced her one night that I needed help with decorating my apartment. She eventually agreed. I had my apartment adorned with candles and a dinner that I had prepared. I uh- I overdrew my account to buy her the best bouquet of flowers I could find. I didn't have much to give her, literally, all I had was my words to one day love her if she'd give me the chance. It wasn't really romantic, but it was what she needed to say yes, I guess she wanted to see an effort." I somewhat tell Niall about the night I managed to get Elise to agree to date me. I have to say, getting her to date me was not the easiest thing, she had her guard up and breaking it down was hard, but it was the best damn thing I ever did.

Overdrawing my account for dinner and flowers fucked me for the week, but I don't regret it. She deserved every cent I spent that night.

"Wait, Elise rejected you before saying yes?" Niall questions with amusement pressed all over his face. "Someone said no to Harry Styles? That is hard to believe."

I don't tell many people, but yes. Elise rejected me a few times before finally saying yes.

"Well, Niall, that woman was worth the fight. So, if you want to date Anastasia, I'd suggest just make effort and be yourself, she isn't going to care about the flowers or a fancy dinner, literally what you say is the key, the rest is just a bonus."

"I'm just trying to get over the fact Elise said no to you," Niall grins and I roll my eyes.

If I was her I would have given me a run for my money, too.

"Knock it off, I married her in the end and that is all that matters," I mutter, remembering that I was the same type of nervous when I married her as the night I was when I asked her to be my girlfriend. I will never forget the way I felt that night, I don't want to say I knew she was the one, but I knew she was the one.

My door opens and Elise steps in and goes to turn around but I stop her, gesturing for her to come in, "Ah, just the woman we were talking about," Niall chimes as he sees Elise walking in,

"You talking about me?" She demands softly, giving Niall a small hug before walking towards me, she leans down and kisses my cheek.

"Only good things, my darling, Niall here has himself a date, you were just getting to that, weren't you?" I narrow my eyes onto him, hinting that it is time for him to leave. If I am not going to be useful for my business, I might as well savour my first night in my office with Elise.

Niall takes the hint and leaves without further ado, making sure to lock his office and turn most the lights off outside my office.

Before Elise can say anything, I stand and kiss her, first it is gradual and steady, just a small note to say I love her, but I nonchalantly go deeper when I feel her hands press to my chest.

I press into our kiss, tasting every inch that she promises as her hands stay steadily pressed to my shoulders. She groans into the seal of love and I gingerly grant permission to my hands to slide under her sweater, my fingers instantaneously becoming suddenly assailed by the warmth of her skin. I glide my left hand delicately up her side, wanting to feel what she has to offer. I sense a hasty wavering in her kiss, her hand leaving my shoulder and finding it's way to my arm. she glides her hand down my arm and encounters my hand, delicately pushing it to go back to where it was resting on her waistline. "Sorry," I murmur against her lips, respectfully keeping my hands where she put them.

Elise graciously pushes on me and I take a step back towards my chair— she breaks the kiss as I have a seat. My hands press back to her and I draw her down into my lap, her thighs settling on either side of mine.

She presses her hand to my pants, the two of us as equally as surprised when she isn't immediately overcome by the same welcoming she commonly receives.

I know what she craves, fuck, I want it to, but I can't provide it to her. At least not right now.

Elise's left-hand presses to the back of my neck as she draws her body a little closer to mine, our lips persisting to work in exceptional motions as she does her best to arouse me, but it doesn't work. I let her have at it for a little, my own hand pressing over hers to rub in different motions, but still nothing. It just won't get up adequately.

She travels her hand to my waistband and slips herself inside it, her warm hand gliding against my shaft.

"Elle, it's not happening," I mumble against the taste of her lips, but she shuts me up by kissing me deeper, causing me to now groan into the kiss. God, her kiss is so damn addicting, I can never get enough.

I mannerly pull away from the kiss and cock my head to the side. I don't think anything she does is going to help me, it isn't her, it's me. She moves to kiss my neck, her delicacy of kisses sends shivers down my back as she tactfully bites down. Through force of habit, when she gets done tasting the fondness of my neck, she commonly initiates to unbutton my shirt and makes her way down to my pants, but before she can even attempt to move any further, I obstruct her.  

Going down on me is not going to help, I am frustrated with myself and don't even want her to attempt to help me further. 

Elise sighs as she gazes at me, her hands caressed to my chest, "I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me." I sigh, disappointed with myself.

I can see in her eyes she's craving the passion we habitually share; I can feel it in her shaky touch that she was wanting us to make love.

I did too, I have wanted to feel her intimacy for a while.

I shake away my thoughts and frustration and kiss her, taking her by surprise when I gingerly stand up and hoist her up onto my desk.

I kiss her like I haven't kissed in a long time like our lives depend on each sweet taste we offer each other. I run my hand up her thigh, just because I can't be pleasured, doesn't mean she can't.

My fingers curl over the waistband of her pants and I stretch my lips away from hers, "this okay?" I whisper, tugging at the waistband slightly, asking for permission.

She nods and urges her lips back to mine, her hands clasping to my shoulders as my fingers move to push down her zip, the button easily popping before my fingers find their place against the lace of her underwear. Damn, how I love and hate when she wears lace. It does horrifying things to my sanity.

"You okay?" I mumble against her, needing reassurance that she's okay with continuing this further. She hums an 'mhm,' as I slide against the lace of her underwear, mildly teasing her to get her interested.

Her fingers curl into my shirt as she leans closer to my body and lets out a small groan as a plea for me to stop teasing my hand around her to feel her warmth. I can't help but appreciate the feel of her warmness and the small whines of her plea. 

I give in and gradually slide a finger inside her, watching as her eyes shut for a brief moment in ecstasy as I circle inside her and take in every feel of her. She's calm and tranquil, just taking a few breaths as I ease her into what's to come. "Tell me if you want to stop," I whisper close to her ear, intentionally sending shivers to caress her body as my breath catches her neck. I take in a breath and smile at the sweet scent of her, oh how I wish I could take her solely on this desk.

I observe her carefully, spontaneously caressing my mouth against hers as she groans, another finger sliding inside her and tampering with her sanity. I feel her tighten around me as I stretch her a little bit, dipping and stroking in all the right places that I have come to learn to be her weaknesses. I rest my eyes on her to make sure she's okay.

Her breath quickening as she squirms a little bit enthrals me and assures me she's appreciating every last moment of my torturous fingers. I press my mouth against hers, keeping it there and sliding my tongue inside to taste what she has to offer me.

Her kiss becomes more vigorous and unchaining with each motion I supply her with, each circular, thrusting motion. I feel her body move as she groans into our kiss, her fingers tightening and clenching my shirt harder when my thumb presses to the nub of her. Her name falls from my lips as she tears away from my mouth, catching a breath and moaning modestly. I twist my hand slightly and her hand squeezes my shoulder when I go deeper, her nails digging into me. I feel her unsteady breaths tremor as the second's pass. "Oh. Ha—" she breathes out, unable to finish her words.

"I know," I murmur, "you feel so good, nearly there," I whisper, taking note of her legs beginning to shake slightly as she closes tighter around me and lets out a moan before I kiss her to keep her placid.

**

I draw my mouth from hers as I delicately withdraw my fingers from her and wipe them subtly against my pants. She catches her breath and releases her grip from my shoulders, her eyes suffused with contentment. I kiss the corner of her mouth and her shaky hand presses to my arm, "felt good," I whisper to her and she mumbles in agreement, giving me a few short pecks to my lips, "you okay?" I question like I always do.

I can't really help it, I feel like it is my obligation to do 3 things.

1. Ask permission.

2. Pleasure her to her fulfilment.

3. Always make sure she's okay.

She gives me a weak smile and nods, gingerly pulling me into a long, slow, liquid kiss of delight.

She hurriedly pulls away from the kiss as a sound echos it's way through the floor of the office. Her hands press against my chest as she flicks her head towards the door before she glances at me for some sort of reassurance. I clear my throat and stare at the door before I discreetly take a step away from Elise.

"Stay here," I murmur, but she swiftly seizes my hand, "Elle, stay here," I instruct, kissing her forehead before tearing my hand away from hers and striding to the door. I open it and peer out to glance around the floor, nothing seeming out of the ordinary, until I see a familiar head of hair.

I cross my arms over my chest and stare at him as he stares at me like a deer in headlights.

"Guess you didn't count on me being here, huh?" I challenge,

I feel Elise's hand press to my back softly and I turn to her, "it's okay," I instantly assure her, "in the top drawer there's a file, can you get it, please?" I ask while I keep my eyes on the man in my building, my damn building.

She clears her throat and I turn to her, Elise hands me the file and I step out and stand in front of Logan. 

"Looking for this?" I hold up a file complete of all of Logan's details along with the key to every door in my building, "you know, Logan, if I was in any other position, I'd probably beat the living shit out of you, but you're not even worth that. Here's your file, here's the key to get to my vault and every other door in the building. Have at it." I throw the organized collection of data to land at his feet along with the key, "take it all, take the company, take the files, the stocks, the clients, all of it, go ahead... it is what you have been trying to do all along. But don't even think about coming near me or Elise again, I don't want to ever see you," I keep my voice low and calm as Logan unblinking stares at me, bewildered that I have handed everything over with such ease. 

I don't see a point in continuing this game of his if I give him what he wants I am free of everything.

"Harry, I've had no choice, you wouldn't help me when I said I was in trouble." He responds in a low voice, but I don't care, I don't care for any of his excuses or reasons. 

He is a liar, always has been, he just wants his way and he is getting it. 

"Bullshit, you've been scheming for a while, ever since you recruited Elise I was onto you. I know you had our files and records; I know that you hired those men to corner Elise to try to get the keys to my building, just like I know it was you who was behind Charles Taylor drugging her." 

He shakes his head, "No, it wasn't." He quickly defends himself. 

Either way, he had something to do with things, he was not the innocent person he claims to be. I am not entirely stupid, he plays a role in everything, somehow.

"Don't fucking lie. It's the past, but don't ever come near my family again," 

His lips screw into irritation and anger, "It isn't just your family," he mutters while managing a deadpan expression. 

"Oh really? You don't even know what family fucking is, you backstab everyone and fuck everyone up." ... "you left me to fucking die, how convenient everything happens while I'm in your car." I throw the previous events in his face, making it known that I remember that he was there. 

"I had no choice! I went and got Elise, there's shit you don't know because you're too pigheaded to listen to me." Logan's voice becomes raised, fury evident across his face as he stares at me. 

I feel Elise's hand on my back as she emerges herself from my office, "You two need to stop. This ongoing feud needs to end, why the hell do you guys loathe each other? Logan, he's giving you what you want, why can't you two just move on now?" Elise interrupts Logan and me. 

I can't help but mentally cuss. I didn't want her knowing anything, I want her to be left out of everything, but of course, my plan seems to have failed.

I take a breath and shake my head, disappointed that I am about to tell Elise what our fued is all about. "I am done with this game of yours, take my business, go get what you want. But first, why don't you tell Elise why I hate you, go on." 

Logan sighs, his eyes darting between me and Elle. 

Now is as good a time to tell her than any, to hell with it all. Might as well announce everything to everyone.

"Hmm, for once you are close-mouthed." .."Logan, Congrats, you're going to be an uncle in a few months, so when you are done clearing out my business, keep in mind you are taking it from your future niece or nephew," I inform Logan, my eyes watching as his eyes grow wide, Elise's gasp becoming heard. I figured her reaction would consist of a gasp and possibly followed by one-hundred different questions.

"What?" Logan breathes out leisurely, gobsmacked by my news and the fact I ultimately labelled him as my brother.

"Elise is pregnant. Congratulations Logan, you're an uncle." I turn to Elle, "Elle, meet my brother, the one who has fucked everything up for me since I was eighteen." I give her a sarcastic smile. 

Elise just stares at me as she processes everything I just said. I don't think she knows what to say or if she should say anything at all.

I haven't intended to let the cat out of the bag; I wanted to keep Logan the exiled secret he deserves to be, but the more I break loose from my past, the more it comes back to fucking haunt me. 

He's the love child that was never known. I found out when I was eighteen when his mother called me while Logan laid in the hospital needed a blood transfusion at the age of seventeen. 
I couldn't say no, even if he was the secret love child. 

Nobody knew, not my mother or my sister. I didn't have the heart to tell either of them of my findings straight away. 

I kept it a secret for my mother's sake, I knew it would have broken her further than she was already broken. Right before I met Elise, my sister forced me to go to New York with her to go to the studio we cherished and spent a lot of time at since we found it. It was our little tradition we had with the owner. I didn't want to be there, in the studio I used to love while surrounded by walls that knew more about me than most people did. I didn't want to be in a place that held some of the memories I held with my father. If it wasn't for him, I would never have found my love for music and instruments, I would never have kept coming back to the small studio. But at the same time, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have an outcasted brother and this secret that has haunted me since I found out... 


Elise and Logan stay withdrawn and silence just fills the space around the three of us. "She's?" Logan gestures towards Elise and I nod, his eyes softening as he gazes at her. 

"And I swear if you or anyone go anywhere near her, I will kill you with my bare hands. Make sure to go tell your possy that." I warn him, making it well known that I will personally hunt down anyone who even looks at her the wrong way. 

"I have a niece or a nephew?" Logan seems shocked and awestruck as the words leave his lips. 

"Yes, now you have everything that you need to destroy me." I gesture towards the keys and folders, "have at it." 

Everything Logan needs to destroy me is in front of him or somewhere in this building. I don't have it in me to continue to fight him or anyone else for any of it. Life is too short for me to continue to track his every move and try to play his game of poker. I have everything I need right beside me— everything else is just materialistic. 

"Harry... if I don't give this to them, they're not going to stop until I'm dead," Logan informs me softly, his eyes staring down at the file now settled in his hands. 

He made the bed he's about to sleep in— he's about to be sleeping on a bed of nails due to his own stupidity.

"Well, you're dead to me. Don't forget to close the door on the way out." I mutter in a displeased tone, "let's go, Elise." I graciously tug on her arm and she walks beside me as we step around Logan.