At Your Service

Chapter 35

"Can we cuddle?" I asked him after a minute of staring lovingly in a cheesy way into each other's eyes.

"Of course, baby," He smiled and opened up his arms for me to slide right in. I carefully pushed my body upwards and as I looked down, I noticed something that wasn't there before.

"There's cum on my bra," I said, which only made Harry smirk.

"That's okay, baby," He said, already pulling it up, "I'll buy you a new one."

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When we finally arrived back home after a painfully long drive, filled with traffic and pelting rain, and dumped every single bag we had stored in the trunk of Harry's car, it only took one minute of us resting in the kitchen for Harry to be quite literally bombarded with a phone call. A groan escaped his lips when he saw who was calling and I saw him roll his eyes as he placed the phone right next to his ear.

"What's the matter?" He spoke in a noticeably irritable voice, "I'm a bit busy right now."

He wasn't busy today, I made sure not to book any meetings or conferences, even though it was only a day after Christmas and the emails of clients were building up in my inbox. Business never stops, so I've heard, but that didn't mean that Harry couldn't use another day off. The only thing we had planned for today was sit back and not think about anything work-related, but clearly this phone call was about to ruin that for us.

"What?!" Harry raised his voice and tightened his fist, "No, I'm not doing that today, I'm fucking tired and it's my day off. I don't care what you-"

I brought the glass of water to my lips as I curiously watched Harry groan and mutter curse words after curse words to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"What do you mean I can't do that tomorrow?!" He spat, "It's not even my fucking problem, for fuck's sake! You're the one who should be held responsible for this!"

Harry's nostrils were flaring and the vein on his forehead was seconds away from bursting, an all too familiar sight that indicated that Harry was anything but happy right now, as if it wasn't clear enough by the sound of his voice.

"You know what," He snapped, "Fine, I'll go. But I'm only there to fix what you messed up. I don't care if you have another problem to fix, it's your responsibility for even screwing things up in the first place! Don't fucking call me again today, I won't even fucking answer!"

Harry ended the phone call without even giving the other person a chance to speak and he let out an irritated grunted. He halfheartedly threw his phone on top of the marble island in the kitchen and ran a hand through his hair.

"What was that phone call about?" I decided to ask, even though I already had a faint idea that it was something work related.

"My mum called me," He muttered, which was reason enough to piss of Harry, "She fucked some papers about finance bullshit of the company and wants me to go down there to fix it."

I frowned, "Why can't she do that herself?"

"Fuck, if I know," Harry scoffed, "God, she's such a fucking idiot, why does she have to stick her nose where it doesn't belong?"

"I don't know, babe," I offered sympathetically, "She's just out to get you, for some reason."

Harry sighed, "I better go, the quicker I get this done with, the more time I'll have to take a fucking nap."

And he really needed one. It's not easy to drive for more than four hours without stopping, especially when neither of us really slept during the night before, but that's another story for another time.