BEAUTIFULLY UNFINISHED novel Chapter 21

TWENTY

M I R A N D A

Harry: I'm terribly sorry I can't come for dinner with you. I know I promised but I needed to go back to London ASAP. Something important came up. I'll still be looking forward for the free dinner next time. Take care! Send my regards to Ben for me. Tell him I'm sorry. See you both soon. x

I read his message that he sent to me five hours ago. It's already one in the morning and I'm still thinking about the night I spend with Harry. I wish it didn't stop. I wish it will happen again. I wish we'd build tents made out of sheets again. I wish next time I could finally tell him the truth. I wish I had some confidence in me.

I sigh inwardly as I reread his message for a hundredth time. I know he went back to London for his fiancée. I think he went back there to fix the problem that they have. I just wish it isn't related about me. I mean, we've been spotted hanging out together and I just wish news won't arise about me and him. Talking about fiancée, I need to know her. I quickly opened Google and typed in Harry Styles' fiancée.

Then millions of photos appeared. I clicked on images and saw photos of Audrey Chamberlain. The world famous model slash highest paid and topped rank supermodel. I clicked on web again and clicked one article about her.

"Audrey Chamberlain is the luckiest woman on earth. Aside from her well-respected position in the modeling world, her long-time boyfriend Harry Styles had finally popped the question. Yes, you've read it here first. Days ago, at Paris, while the two were having vacation, Harry surprised Audrey in front of her friends while having a lavishing banquet dinner. He finally asked her the hundred million euro question that all of the women in this world are jealous of."

I opened on another article and continued reading it. It was sort of breaking me into bits while I read the fact that Harry is really engaged to someone who is really and totally out of my league. She's really famous like him, she's tall, she's really pretty and she's the world's highest paid top model.

I watched more pictures of them being together. I watch a few snaps from the paparazzi and how Harry holds his arm around her, how he cuddles her when they're casually walking out on the street, how he was caught kissing her cheek in a football game and how they have went to different countries together for vacation.

I sigh inwardly as I exited google. "You're only hurting yourself."

I put my phone down and decided to sleep. I think I just need to focus on work and Ben this time.

No more Harry Styles for you, Miranda.

•••••

"Miranda."

I spin my head around and saw Kevin calling out to me. Kevin was my co-worker on this hardware store. He's been here for over a year now and I think he hates our boss as well but has no choice since it's his uncle and he's the one shouldering is college fees.

"You're called by boss in his office." He says. "Be careful." He warns.

I gazed at my watch and it was already midnight. "What does he want?" I asked.

"I don't know. He didn't say anything."

I take a moment on thinking about going into his office or not.

"Just be careful. Bring some pepper spray with you just in case." He warns again.

I nod, "Thanks. I will."

I wonder what Devon wants from me this time. It's pretty late for him to be calling in some employees. I'm sure he wants me to give him head cos it's getting late like those other female employees around here that works for him. He gives huge additional amount to the salary but I wouldn't suck his dick. I wouldn't be that desperate for money.

And I was already dreaded by my twelve hours duty, since I was late again yesterday I need to make up for it today. It's been days since I worked here and I've gotten a little better on knowing the tools' names. Harry would constantly text me too and he's still in London.

The hardware store was already closing and I don't see any employees anymore. I grabbed my pepper spray before walking towards Devon's office. I stood right in front of his office door and slowly opened it for me. He sits on his chair, like he's expecting me. His eyes darting at me and I feel so disgusted when he looks at me that way.

"Miranda." He grins.

"I'm glad you're still around. Come in." He offers.

I take a step inside without a word said to him. I was just close to the door so if he'll do anything to me I can quickly spray him with this thing in my hand and run out of the hardware store to call for help.

"What do you want Mr. Devon?" I asked.

He stands from his desk and starts walking close to me. "You still look very pretty after a twelve-hour duty." he tells me.

"Do you want something from me? Cos my son is still pretty much waiting for me." I spit, ignoring what he just said.

He gently brushes his thumb on my cheek. "Why are you in a hurry? I'm sure your son is safe on where he is."

He rubs his thumb on my cheeks. "I really like your skin." He says disgustingly.

"Don't touch me like that." I spit, pushing his hand away from me.

He grins while looking at my neck and glues his eyes at my boobs. I take a grip tight on the pepper spray. I don't care if he fires me, cos if he touches me inappropriately I won't have second thoughts on spraying him with this and make him blind.

"I like your type, so hard to get at first but you'll eventually come to me for more money." He rubs my arms with his two hands. "You'll eventually suck my dick, I'll bend you over my table and fuck you from behind. You'll just be like a little slut like you always do who's very desperate for money."

"I'm not a slut!" I snapped. "And don't touch me that way Mr. Devon. I could file a case against you!" I tried to pull myself away from him.

He quickly pulled me close to him and started kissing my neck. I squealed for help, he takes a hold on both of my wrists. It was tight enough to make me let go of the pepper spray. I dropped it on the floor while I feel his beard brushing against my neck while I continue to scream for someone to save me. I hope Kevin was still around.

"Help!!!" I yelled as tears beamed against my eyes.