Masterpiece [h.s]

four

Harry rolls his eyes as he types out his response.

Can't, I've got other plans. Use one of your toys or better yet, Felix, your actual boyfriend.

Of course, it doesn't take her very long to send him a bitchy reply that he ignores as he searches his place for the ecstasy he'd gotten a few days ago. He really should have some sort of a system, but that bores him and he's too lazy to keep up with it anyway.

He searches around for about an hour, only to find the pills on the table downstairs, hidden betwixt a mess of art supplies. During that hour of searching, Aurora threatened him at least twelve times, all without purpose. He hasn't responded to any of them because there really isn't a point to it, he already told her no and she's far more irritating when he gives her the courtesy of a response.

He's just leaving his warehouse when she decides to call him. Harry groans audibly, his right hand sifting through his hair before he decides to answer the call.

It isn't a good idea to ignore her calls because there's a high likelihood that she'll hunt him down and he would prefer it if she didn't.

"What do you want, Aurora? I already told you no. I'm busy and you're honestly never a top priority."

Aurora scoffs and answers in a low voice that makes what she's doing very clear. "I want you to get that dick of yours over here and fuck me. I don't like being told no."

Harry fights back the urge to mock her. She sounds ridiculous and incredibly needy. "I don't care and my answer is still no. And don't think that you touching yourself over the phone turns me on, because it really doesn't do a thing."

Aurora stops what she's doing immediately. She's angry at him because they have an arrangement and he insists on telling her no.

"What the fuck has got you so busy that you can't stop by and shove your dick in me for an hour or so?"

Harry rolls his eyes and looks both ways before he crosses the dimly lit street. "None of your business, Aurora. I can't help you if you don't know how to fix things on your own when you're horny. Now, please, leave me alone for the night because I'm not coming over to have pointless and unsatisfying sex with you."

Aurora scoffs, "How the fuck is it unsatisfying if I make you cum?"

He almost laughs because she's just made it clear that she doesn't know a thing about him, even after all this time. "I like to be stimulated emotionally and physically, and you do neither. And, you know, I picture someone else every time that I'm with you."

Harry's being horrible, but, in all honesty, he doesn't particularly care if she's the one that he's being horrible to. She's been nothing but rude and ten times more horrible to him since they'd met and since she'd started playing him in her twisted little game.

At least he's being honest.

"You're such a fucking asshole."

He holds his laughter in because the irony in her statement is actually very amusing to him. "You're an even bigger one. Goodbye, Aurora."

Harry ends the call and shuts his phone off. He's beyond fed up with Aurora and all of her shit and he doesn't want to be seething by the time that he makes it to Carter's place.

Actually, when he thinks about it, seeing him in a bad mood might have actually turned her on. But he wouldn't know because he hardly knows her at all. He knows her body from photographs and from videos, but that's hardly anything in his mind. He needs to touch her and to learn her curves and how her mind works in order for him to know her.