THIS BOOK IS PUBLISHED AS ORIGINAL DRAFT, IT'S NOT EDITED SO THERE'S A LOT OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I DIDN'T RE-READ CHAPTERS OR CHECK GRAMMAR BEFORE. I AM ALSO REWRITING THIS, I'M STILL NOT SURE IF THE NEW CHAPTERS WILL BE POSTED HERE OR AS SEPARATED, NEW VERSION.

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Monday/Tuesday

I thought dealing with that people is going to be only stressful situation today. I was so wrong. I got a call from my dad telling me to meet him in the club Sweet Heaven. That's where Louis works. Hopefully he doesn't have a shift today. It would be awkward to see him, with me not messaging him a lot today.

I didn't do it because I knew I would spill everything out. About setting a romantic dinner at my apartment to him getting a job of my PA. I want him to work with me, I know that guy Matthew, his boss. He's a complete pervert and creep. And the job of PA is more paid than his jobs combined.

He can have it if he wants. I'm not gonna make him do it against his will. Anyway, here I am, going to that place to meet with my dad whom I didn't saw for, like, 3 years. I don't even know what that guy wants.

Sure, we talk on the phone, about business and company. But this sounded like a private matter. I don't really care about him. We maybe talk, but we are in fight. Before, every time we saw each other, he was trying to piss me off. Hopefully he won't this time.

The sound of music was heard from the entrance of the company. Maybe the buildings are close, but you have to go down the alley that's further than the coffee shop for the entrance of the Sweet Heaven.

The bouncer didn't even need my ID, he just let me in. I could feel angry glares from people in line. It isn't my fault that people know me... Okay, maybe I am a little.

I wandered a few minutes before I saw Louis. What is he doing here tonight? He’s supposed to be home. I planned to come after this meeting for him, call Matt and tell him Louis won't come to work in the morning. I went towards him. The little smile on my face vanished when I saw someone’s hand on his bum, on my bum.

Louis is mine. Not like a possession or object, but in a romantic sense. Anger flooded my veins, eyes narrowed and I quicken my steps. The color drained from my face when I saw the person, even more when I heard what he's saying.

"Maybe when I'm done with this we can go somewhere quiet, private. Like my car or my apartment. If you're freaky, then we can go in, like bathroom or park. Or -"

I interrupted him. Who the hell does he think he is? His hand didn't even move from its position.

"Dad, what are you doing with Louis?! What the fuck?!"

He just stared at me while Louis' eyes widen at my words.

"Tell my dad. What the hell are you doing with your hand on Louis bum?"

In that moment I knew I fucked up. He knew who Louis was and I knew he's gonna piss me off. And he did that. With spanking my Louis. He let out a squeal and jumped a little.

Next thing I know, I'm punching my dad in the face. And it felt so good; years of frustration I could finally express flooded my senses. I continue to hit him, now full on fighting with him. His fist came in contact with my head really hard, causing me to fall on the floor.

I was quick to stand up, doing my own knockdown. Before I could do anything more, two strong arms came around me, stopping me from it. The other person left to look if my dad is okay. God, how disgusting is to say that.

Next thing I know is Louis dragging me out. It was slightly raining, but we continued to walk in silence. I redirected us to my car. He didn't complain.

"So that was your daddy? I got a feeling you still call him that."

I cringed. "No, I don't call him anymore daddy. It was his name, dad or Mr. Styles. Not even that because we haven't seen each other for a few years. We talked but that's not the point. Don't call him daddy, ya hear?"

"Ye, ye, whatever."

He rolled his eyes, turning to look out of the window. I continued to drive us to apartment. Shit, it's still decorated for the secret date I planned. Well, maybe he'll forgive me for fighting.

"Judging from the look on your face, you're asking yourself if I'll forgive you. I already did. I wasn't even mad, more concerned for you."

He said with a blush and shy chuckle. It bought the smile on my face. Soon, we were walking in my flat. Louis went for the bedroom, since the bathroom is there and I didn't get to stop him. I run after him only to see him frozen on the doorway.

I had Liam buy the best wine, put rose petals all over the floor and the bed, dim the lights and he left it like that. I wanted to bring Lou here. I know it's in the week but I'm Harry Styles, his boss would listen to me and give him the morning off.

Well, I got him here so I'm going to say it's success. I was scared to see the look on his face. Here's goes nothing.

Louis had tears in his eyes. My heart nearly stopped, but skipped a beat when he gave me a smile. "It's beautiful. Did you plan it? Of course you did, who else would. What's the occasion?"

"There isn't one. I thought we could have a small date before we have one in a restaurant or somethin'. That's if you wan-"

He cut me of with a kiss. I literally ripped off his shirt (lets hope it isn't his fav) and pulled his pants down. The tight black boxers were perfectly clinging on his, showing his perfect curves.

Lou fiddled with the zipper of my trousers, taking them down. He stilled after that looking at my member with lust.

"You've gone commando. I really hope some bimbo hasn't been all over you," He said with narrow eyes.

"No, she hasn't. Only for you," It seemed to satisfy him and in a second he was on his knees deep throating me. I moan, my head going backwards. I kept him in a place with my hands, bucking in his mouths. I'm gonna spare you some details.

We were now on my bed. Louis didn't want me to prep him since 'we fucked, like yesterday, there's no need'. So I just plugged in him. I groan and he screams in pain/pleasure. He was still sore, but not my fault he wanted this. I waited for him to adjust.

Before I could start pumping, Lou turned us so I want beneath him. He was quick to begin bouncing, fucking himself on my rod. I was in seventh heaven. He was clenching and unclenching around me, milking mine pre-come. If he doesn't slow, I'm gonna burst.

I tried to tell him that, but he covers my mouth and went harder with a changed angle, causing me to hit his prostate every time and go deeper.

We continue fucking, making live, however Louis wants to call it, for hours. One time I continue to trust in him after he came for n-th time, he was so sensitive I didn't know how to handle it.

Then it suddenly hit me. "You can't call my father daddy. Never. Only daddy who you gonna say name is I. Say it, babe, who's your daddy?"

"You Har-rry, y-you. Yeas, fuck me, d-daddy! Faster, go faster daddy!" And I did, I even cummed, seeds joining the others on our bodies and the bed.