Juliet.
Walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body, I saw Harry sitting on the bed with his daughters sleeping next to him.
We had arrived home late in the night, worn out and drained, and it was around midnight. However, the girls woke up this morning eager to see Harry and me. They spent most of the morning together, and now he let them take a nap in his room because he missed them.
"Where are you going?" Harry questioned me while I rummaged through his, or rather, our, closet. My clothes have slowly made their way here. Harry is slowly giving my clothes space.
We all just seem to let things slide without bringing them up. Turning my head over my shoulder, I caught his stare as Harry placed the book down on his lap.
"I'm going to have lunch with a friend," I mumbled, feeling a little dizzy.
"What friend?" He then asks, getting out of bed and coming over to me while I dry my body and put on some underwear.
"My only friends," I shrugged my shoulders and uttered," Well, Gwen and Andrea. I tried to get Abby to go, but she had to do something with Louis." I sighed.
He nods, his eyes roving over my body. Mhm." Most likely something to do with the wedding."
My mouth begins to smile as my eyes slightly broaden. "You know?" Harry chuckles over my surprise nodding.
"I knew before Abby called me up when he got a ring, asking for advice." Grinning, I jeered.
"I don't take you as an advice kind of guy."
"Why not?" I shrugged and smiled as he raised an eyebrow in laughter.
"You seem to be so—" I stared up at Harry as I slid my legs into the pants while my wet hair was dripping down my back, making me feel uneasy all over. "So serious, I dunno."
He chuckles. "Well, I happen to offer excellent advice. Thank you." He squeezed my side, and I jerked backwards.
"Are you doing anything today?" I asked when I slid a crew neck over my body; I wanted something to cover the marks Harry had left on me.
"No, I'm probably just going to spend the day with my daughters." He looks over his shoulder, meeting my eyes again.
"Take your gun and knife." rolling my eyes I sit down on the couch in his clothes, grabbing
"That's no fucking help, I have a scar to prove it."
"Juliet," he grabs my waist, turning me towards him. "I'm serious, okay, just at least make me feel better knowing you have something that'll keep you safe."
I was mesmerized by his beauty as I turned to look in his direction. Harry fixed his gaze on me with a mixture of interest and intrigue, his eyes twinkling like two emeralds.
He smiles, "I've seen you use a knife—not bad." My eyes drooped as I remembered seeing the stabbing victim's body spasm violently as Harry shot him. The walls, the floor, and even me were covered with splattering of blood. Seeing him lose his life. Remembering how brutally Harry killed him kept me awake most nights.
It was a never-ending cycle, but Harry didn't appear to notice or care. He wasn't sorry for it. Of course, he wouldn't; why would he? Harry would do anything to protect me. His body splitting open with each round is an image that I simply cannot get out of my head.
"Hey." I was startled out of my reverie by Harry's hands on my face, and I looked up into his eyes with confusion. Time seemed to stand still as I stared into his beautiful green eyes, and I couldn't help but be taken in by the magnetic pull of her presence. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets hid behind those captivating eyes, which appeared to carry a thousand untold tales.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly, and I forcefully swallowed.
"Nothing." I lied. How do I convince a murderer that I'm not really into murder? It simply wouldn't comprehend.
Harry looks upside down, his hand sliding into my hair. Leaning forward, he said, "You're a shit lair princess."
I laughed, saying, "I'm not lying, and god, stop it with that ridiculous nickname."
"Would you rather be called my slut?" I gently pulled him away as my cheeks began to blush.
"Idiot." I laughed, shaking my head. "I have to leave, and I'm going to the doctor as well."
"Why?" He steps back and asks as I grab my purse and check to make sure it contains what I need and want.
My lipgloss and my wallet, which has Harry's famous credit card. Really, that's all I need, along with them were a ton of receipts I'm too lazy to toss out.
"Just a lady's check-up, uh, where are your car keys?" I muttered as I turned to face him.
"bowl downstairs." Nodding I grabbed my jacket as well, considering it's December and the weather this year is insane.
Harry was really getting the girls in the holiday spirit as Christmas approached, especially since we had been gone for a week. Yesterday, they watched more movies with Abby, and today, they are creating holiday cards with Harry.
"Thank you, bye!" As I begin to get away, Harry grabs my waist once more and pulls me back toward him.
I don't get a chance to ask what's wrong; his lips are on mine—everything makes sense. I hummed a little as I chuckled and reached out to cup the side of his face. His hands were circling all over, and my back was arched.
As I withdrew from his contact, I looked up at him, his heated face and gleaming eyes staring back at me. His lips had been so soft against mine, making me melt into his touch.
"Bye, call me if anything happens, okay?" I nodded before leaving.
I moved toward a little restaurant where I was supposed to meet up with a friend after leaving the doctor. Frankie, not Gwen and Andrea. I don't know—it felt nearly difficult for me to tell Harry.
But it's not like I'm doing anything wrong; I'm just treating her more like a friend than a potential date. And even if we were going out together, it wouldn't be his concern because we are just friends.
Friends, right.
At least that is what I tell myself, but what I want with Harry is far from friends. I'm not sure if it's because he's the first male to ever pay me the kind of attention he does or if I'm just feeling a connection to him.
There's something about him being so captivating. He felt so compelling. It felt like Harry had put me under a spell, unable to break free from their enchanting presence. not that I had any desire to. I'm mesmerized by everything he says and does, and I can't help but long for his company. I have those gorgeous, green eyes that I admire in myself.
His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, like the lush canopies of an ancient forest. They had an enigmatic depth to them as if he had hidden tales and mysteries. His emerald eyes glittered and glimmered in the sunlight, giving off a vivacious vitality.
Being with Harry was like riding a roller coaster of emotions, with euphoric highs when I was with them and depressing lows when I wasn't. I become consumed by thoughts of him, unable to imagine a life without his intoxicating presence. It's a beautiful and dangerous addiction, one that can both uplift and destroy me.
I knew whatever I was feeling was going to ruin me and change everything, but first I needed to understand what this was.
Walking towards the small square table I spotted Frankie— she was looking down at her phone, lost in it.
Her brown hair was picked up into a bun, a few strands of wavy hair out and framing her face. Somehow she knew someone was nearby, her head shooting up. When she notices me her face lights up, pink glossy lips turning into a smile.
Suddenly she stands and I take in her full outfit. A dark blue Nike sweatshirt that complimented her body, with some jeans— simple but she still managed to look good.
"Hi, I'm so sorry I'm running late, and for cancelling last time, some stuff came up." Frankie waves me off while grinning sweetly.
"Don't even worry about it; how are you?" She turned her gaze away and toward the two glasses set on the table. "I got us some coffee; is that okay?"
I sigh deeply and nod, muttering, "That's more than okay; it's literally amazing." I took a seat and grabbed the cup. I didn't mind that there was no creamer in it. It made me pleased, really. "But I've been great and busy with work, but what about you? How are you doing?"
"I've been just as fantastic; I'm looking forward to Christmas, and do you have any plans for the new year?" Frankie beams, her light face stained pink and her cheeks sparkling.
"Honestly," I chuckled," No. Well, I think I'm going to try and get a job at an office instead of the hospital."
"Oh, what do you work as?" She asks with a tinge of curiosity visible behind her gray-green eyes. Her eyes were a lovely blend of green and grey, like a tranquil mist. They shimmered with a soft calm and contained a faint undertone of emerald.
People with gorgeous eyes always made me envious because, in certain lighting, they seemed to change, showing various colors of green and grey that enhanced their charm. They were eyes that spoke volumes without uttering a word, leaving a lasting impression on anyone fortunate enough to gaze into them.
Frankie was stunning, and if I weren't so set on a particular guy, I would like to know her more.
She was really kind, and I was thrilled that I was getting to meet new people. I told her that I wanted to go out as friends, and she understood.
If Harry knew that I was meeting this random person, he would be horrified.
"I'm a pediatrician." Her eyes widen slightly as I smile.
"Jesus—how's that? ever get..." Her confused face was twisted. "Hard?
"Very." I nodded. "Really, it just depends on how many kids I see and their symptoms. Even though it can be really heartbreaking at times, I enjoy my job. But how about you? What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a real estate attorney," she beams. My eyes light up since I hadn't met a real estate attorney before. She heightened my interest and I leaned in closer unconsciously. "How is that? It seems so fun to me..."
"It has its pros and cons, like any other job but I don't know. I struggle but I'll never leave it," she shrugs her shoulders, bringing her cup to her lips. At that, I related to her on a high level.
My lips parted for a response, wanting to know more when I'm interrupted by my ringing phone. My heart almost drops, the smile dropping on my face slightly when I realize who it could be.
"I'm sorry, someone's calling me. I murmured, grabbing my phone and excusing myself—it was Harry. I responded as I turned away from the table.
" Hello?"
"Who are you with?" Was the first thing he asked. His voice resonated through the phone with a deep, bass-heavy tone. It had a commanding presence, like the rumble of distant thunder, drawing attention and leaving a lasting impression.
"What?" I chuckle a little as my body begins to feel disoriented.
He again asks, "Who are you with?" Each word he spoke carried a weight and authority that demanded attention and respect.
"I told you with Gwen and—"
"Stop lying to me." He spoke in a forceful tone. Like he knew something that I didn't. I find it infuriating that he can simply demand information from me.
"What are you talking about, Harry?" I laughed while feeling a little uneasy and with my body trembling. That wasn't my intention, and I didn't want to lie to Harry. And I didn't expect to get caught.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Juliet." My name on his tongue sounded bitter—something I didn't like. It irritated me. I found it annoying how quickly he caught me lying. "I'm at my casino, and I see Gwen here, so where are you?"
I cursed under my breath since I was at a loss for words. "What are you doing at the casino? I thought you were—"
"Juliet, this isn't about me. Answer the fucking question I just asked you."
" I'm not answering your question, Harry," I gritted my teeth. " Where I'm at is none of your business— leave me alone."
Before he could get another word out I hung up— to which he called me again, and again, and again. But I ignored making my way back towards Frankie who waited patiently.
Harry sent 6:30 pm
Are you insane?
Answer me.
If something happens to you it's on me.
Turning off my phone I sit down looking up at Frankie. "I'm sorry about that," I laughed and she waved me off— although I was a nervous wreck I tried my best to push it away.
"Is everything alright?" she searches my face and I nod.
" Yeah," I smiled.
☆
Arriving at the Casino I parked my car just a block away but there wasn't even a point in getting out— because from my spot I watched Harry exit the casino right behind another woman.
She was wearing a black dress that fell just above her knees and a longer jacket, but I couldn't see her face properly from where I was sitting. I did, however, see how her blonde short hair flowed away from her face with each stride.
I froze in my spot, just watching them. My eyes burned with a mix of anger and longing as I watched them together. Jealousy consumed me, twisting my insides with an intense ache. Harry walks towards the driver seat, and the woman towards the passenger.
I think I could blow up. I had this anger in me that was unexplainable. I hated it. My heart felt strange, and I felt nauseous. A type of sensation I had never felt before.
My body grew frustrated and perplexed at the same time. It was as though I couldn't understand the language of my feelings. To understand the depths of my own heart and to sort through the complex web of emotions that trapped me.
I wanted to scream at him and tell him how I felt. explode on him. I drive closely behind the car as it travels at high speed. I just needed to make sure he wasn't going anywhere that would actually make me go insane.
My heart ached intensely, as though it were being torn apart by my emotions. The pain I felt weighed heavily on me, leaving me feeling vulnerable. I couldn't figure out why.
I was the one who told Harry that we were better off as friends, right? He can go and do whatever he wants with another woman. He's not mine, and I'm not his. I can't be mad when he could've thought I was doing the same.
I didn't want that to be true, though, because I hated seeing him with another woman and not knowing where they were going or what they were doing in the car. God, just looking at that car made me angry.
The black car slowly pulled into the parking lot of a motel. God. Fuck, another beat of my pulse skipped, and I backed off because I knew if I came too close, he'd recognize me.
My world seemed to be closing in on me as my heart stopped beating. Harry exited the vehicle first, with the woman following.
Fuck.
A feeling of regret swept over me, I wouldn't be in this situation if I told Harry how I felt right away. What would I tell Harry, though? I'm not sure how I feel or what it means, but I do know that the weight of the missed opportunities and decisions I wish I could take back made my heart feel heavy. I was carrying around a heavy weight of regret.
They both walk inside and then I'm all alone again—my thoughts consuming me. I tried to come up with various situations, but what else could they be doing by themselves in a hotel? Definitely not talking.
Most likely, Harry was touching her the same way he does me. So gentle and each touch added to a blanket of safety because, with him, I always felt safe. He's giving that safety to her. She's going to feel like nothing bad will happen to her as long as she's with him.
My throat was hurting and making it difficult to swallow, and I felt as though my mind was empty of all but the worst possible ideas. only rage. My God, I wanted to personally shoot her in the head and see her bleed to death.
From the car, she just looked so beautiful. I detested it the entire time. each and every second. I despised the car, this hotel, and him.
Driving off again— I drove. Even though I had no idea where to start, I knew I had to act. This anger needs to be released from me. I have to make him regret every time he even looks at her.
I was flooding with rage, my fists tightened, and I had a fierce look on my face. My eyes were on fire, burning with a ferocity that was impossible to ignore.
I found it difficult to focus, and my attention was slipping through my fingers like sand. When I finally realized what I was doing, I realized that I was at a gas station, where a few cars were buying gas, or perhaps at the small store in the front.
I slipped out of Harry's car, locking it behind me. I was unable to control my actions as I made my way to the front desk.
I didn't even let him speak without asking. "You guys, uh, sell tiny bottles of gas, right?" He nods while indicating the various bottle types. I took the medium size, which I paid for and filled.
I'm not sure what has happened to me. It appeared as though someone had control over my hands and mind. I felt absolutely extraordinary. My body seemed to have its own mind and move independently of my will.
I was back at the hotel, staring at the small gallon of gas. My hands felt shaky. What was I doing? I took a ragged breath and put my hand over my heart.
It was beating roughly, and I could feel my mind racing. I reached for the bottle and unlocked my car. My eyes blazed with a ferocious anger that seemed to emanate from inside, and my face went crimson with rage. My entire body tightened, ready to let go.
I walked up to Harry's car, taking one sharp breath and feeling a dagger run through my heart. I am aware that I was being dramatic. I was, I'm sure. But I felt absolutely disgusted with myself and with him.
Because even after our most recent conversation—after touching me, after kissing me, and after what I just did today for him and for us—he goes off and fucks another woman. I watch the black, shiny car sparkle in the hazardous liquid as I open the bottle cap and run it over it.
I swallowed roughly, throwing the bottle on the floor once it was empty. Juliet, this is it. It was now or never. My head tilts up—looking at the door they walked in, and from the window, I saw him.
He was looking directly at me as I trembled while holding the lighter. I could see the intensity in his eyes and how intently he was watching me, even from a distance. Like I wouldn't do it like I wouldn't light his car on fire.
When the lighter was thrown in the direction of the car, it burst into flames as if it were addicted to gas. The car was a raging fire, its once-pristine exterior being destroyed by flames that were roaring and crackling. A dramatic contrast to the darkness in the background was provided by the thick plumes of smoke that rose into the sky.
I finally let go of the breath I was holding. Waves of the tremendous heat poured forth, chilling me to the core. I stepped back as the knowledge set in. I just lit Harry's car on fire. God, oh God.
It was a scene of utter chaos and devastation, one that would live indelibly in my mind. The car was burning more intensely with each passing second as I gasped and covered my mouth. I took another step back, my attention drawn to the flames.
Fire looked so pretty. its brilliant red, orange, and yellow tones whirling in a captivating pattern. It appeared as though the flames were playing an enthralling symphony as the soft crackling sound formed a calming rhythm. It was a breathtaking sight, beauty in its most primal form.
Harry was still staring at me as I turned to face the window, but he remained still. He merely watched and didn't try to come over and yell at me.
I moved away but not very far, merely in the direction of the other wall, where I sat down while listening to distant sirens. I gave in to everything. I let myself think about what I just did.
I set Harry's car on fire because I was envious. Who am I? Why did I do that? Despite the fact that I am not that kind of person, it felt amazing nonetheless.
I threw all of my rage into the car that was burning in front of my eyes as the sirens grew louder and louder with each passing second.
I once more fished through my purse, taking out a little box of cigarettes, putting one between my lips, and lighting the other end of my cigarette with my backup lighter—a flimsy item that would break with just a stomp. I inhaled deeply, feeling it fill my lungs.
I had mixed feelings about everything. I regretted it but at the same thing, he deserved it. The firefighters who had stopped in front of the car rushed out, and I then noticed Harry approaching them.
He was dressed in formal slacks and a red button-up shirt, which he always wears with a few buttons undone. His hair was messy on top of his head, but strangely that mess always worked for him.
I hated this. I hated how even though I was angry at him I found myself still wanting to be near him. He finished speaking with them and then turned to face me. I stay still blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air.
God. I hated him. I hate him. I hate him.
He asked, "Do you feel better?" with a deep, silky voice. I rolled my eyes as I glanced at the marks I had left on his skin, or perhaps it was her. Right now, I don't even know. She's probably in there so happy about her time with Harry.
"Don't talk to me." I rolled my eyes and threw the cigarette to the ground, where it was stepped on by my shoe. I leave and head towards an alley, feeling him following me like a lost puppy in the darkness and solitude.
"What's your problem? You're the one who burned my car," he chuckles. "You're the one that ignored me earlier."
Scoffing, I laugh—I turn around to face him. Harry was asked, "Seriously, what the hell were you doing there with her?" I laughed once more and shook my head. "You're so fucking—"
I was so furious and enraged with him that I was at a loss for words. "Juliet, I wasn't doing anything. How about we talk about what the hell you were doing earlier? You fucking lied to me."
I groaned, my voice was husky as I said, "God, Harry, this isn't about me. This is about you and that woman in that fucking hotel. You're disgusting, really. You guys obviously have no self-respect; you're fucking another girl right after me."
"God." Harry ran a hand over his face— clearly frustrated with me but he wasn't yelling at me. "I wasn't fucking her." His voice sounded harsh, eyes all over my face. "I didn't even touch her, Juliet."
"Then what the hell were you doing?" my heart skipped a beat, the question slipping out of my mouth. "Because if the roles were reversed, what would you think if you saw me with a man in a hotel?"
He stays silent like he's thinking. " And how do you think I felt when I saw Gwen, the person you were supposed to be with? Who were you with instead?" Groaning, I turned around.
" I wasn't fucking anyone, that's what I know," I told him roughly.
"I wasn't either, Juliet." He shakes his head. "I know it looks bad but she was just a client. Just a fucking client. She asked me to kill her father but when I do these types of meetings we have to be discreet—it was better to make it seem like we were hooking up so when he gets killed it wouldn't be traced back to me."
"I don't believe you. You've lied to me in the past; what difference does it make now?" I shook my head. "Men only tell lies, so did it feel nice to fuck her?" I felt horrible bringing up our past—I just wanted to blame him.
" Juliet." He shouts my name so loudly that I am startled. He moves closer to me while gripping my jaw in his hands. " I wasn't fucking her—god, she's married, plus, I can't get you off my fucking head. You're addicting. I haven't touched anyone since Trinidad and Tobago, since you fucked Abby and Louis. Since a long time ago, I haven't even looked at another woman the same way I looked at you."
I didn't want to believe him. I didn't want to believe him and it looked like he knew— he knew I didn't. " Do you want me to drag her down here and prove it? I didn't touch her— god she didn't even interest me. I couldn't wait to get away from her— to be near you, even knowing that you were off with someone I didn't know."
"She was just a friend," I whispered. "Frankie."
His eyebrows furrowed, and he let go of my head. "Abby and I went out after you left for Trinidad and Tobago; she asked for my number, which I gave her; however, I later explained that I wanted to be friends with her because—" I sucked in a breath, Harry's eyes still on me, confused. "Because I couldn't stop thinking about someone."
"How can I be sure you're telling the truth?" I spoke in a low voice. I truly wanted to believe him, but there was a voice in the back of my head that prevented me from doing so.
"I'll do anything to prove it. Juliet, you don't realize how obsessed I am with you or how badly I want to surround myself with you constantly. That woman didn't even look good to me."
My chin is raised by his finger. "There's nobody else in my head when you're the woman that has me in this loop. You have my word on that." He raises his pinky, which he loops around mine before doing so.
"I can't help it; I swear I wasn't with anyone either. I really—uh." Swallowing I look away my cheeks feeling like they are going to burn off. "I want to be more than just your friend because I feel so happy being around you. I don't like knowing someone else can have you the same way I do."
" Yeah?" He smiles, a dimple forming on his cheeks, and I awkwardly nod. " Good because me too."
He suddenly leans forward, surprising me, and my back hits the hard wall. "Just want you to be mine all the time." I hummed, gripping his shirt.
The kiss felt like a delicate brushstroke of passion, painting a canvas of desire and longing. It's a gentle dance of lips, a magnetic pull that draws two hearts closer together. At that moment, time stands still, and the world fades away, leaving only an intoxicating taste on our lips.
I move away and turn to look at the car. The firefighters had probably left during our lengthy talk, leaving the car to be little more than a charred hunk of metal. "I'm sorry about your car." I took a deep breath.
Harry turns his head to look at it, and he laughs. "It's alright. I have more." I put my head on his chest while turning my head.
"I'm serious— I shouldn't have done that. I should've just talked to you." I suck in a breath his hands running up my back towards my head pulling my head upwards till we were making eye contact.
"And I, for one, found it hot." He grins."You being all jealous n' shit." I scoff as an emotion that I couldn't place runs through my entire body.
" Do you still—-are you still down to tattooing me?"
"I can't stand seeing this scar," I murmur softly.
He turns to face me and smiles slightly. "Thought you would never ask me to tattoo you again." "Let's go," he grinned. "Where are the keys you're not driving— god knows what you'll do next."
I laughed while shaking my head. " Idiot." I pushed him away, to which he was back at my side holding onto my waist.
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Sucking in another breath I closed my eyes " Stay still— I'm almost done." Rolling my eyes, I hummed.
" I am. It hurts." The buzzing suddenly stopped, And I turned to look at Harry, his stare on me. All over me. " Are you done?" I ask, lifting myself till I'm propped up with my elbows— the flowers wrapping around where my scar once was.
"Oh my god." I smile— my heart warming with just pure happiness. " It's so pretty," I met Harry's stare, his eyes on me as I whispered. " Thank you."
Harry was in the process of putting things away, sending me a nod. "You don't need to thank me, silly." Harry was still sitting on the rolling chair, staring at me from there as they flung all the trash to the side—something I knew he would pick up later. I hop from the bed and turn to face Harry.
I cupped his face while slouching against his thighs. "Why can't you just take the compliment, boyfriend?" In response to my remarks, his cheeks took on a deep pink color as he peered at me. He squeezed me and placed his face in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin.
"Call me, your boyfriend, again." We never really confirmed what we were till right now. Till I just called him my boyfriend. Which that's what I wanted and by the sound of his voice, it seemed like something he wanted as well.
" Boyfriend." I whispered rubbing my fingers through his soft brown hair, hair looping through the soft curls—" My boyfriend."
Harry sucks in breath and runs a hand down and up my thighs. " Your what?" Smiling a bit I laughed, chills running all over my body— just because of his touch.
His touch had such lethal power. It was oppressive. But I loved it. I enjoyed every second of it. My joy was tangible and engulfed my entire existence like a warm embrace. My eyes gleamed against my skin with each smile, filling the space with an infectious excitement that was hard to withstand.
" My boyfriend. Mine. God, mine." I took a breath, and he cocked his head to stare into my eyes with a smile that made my heart race.
He licked his swollen lips and said, "Is that so?" I hummed while holding his jaw and breathing heavily and stiffly like him. " I want you baby, I need to feel that perfect mouth around me."
Smiling a bit, I squeezed his jaw. "Say please." His eyes darkened, and he smiled—an evil smile that made goosebumps run all over my skin. "Come on, let me hear you."
Squeezing me a little tighter, I hear the faint word escape his delicate mouth. "Please, baby, fuck me with your mouth." His big hands were on my face, their icy rings giving me goosebumps all over and sending thrills down my spine.
He pushes his thumb between my lips and murmurs, "Please—fuck. I'm already thinking so hard about you—how good you take care of me, baby."
Leaning in, I wrapped my mouth around his thumb while I watched his gaze drift toward my lips and his breath become labored. "God, you're heaven-sent."
I let my center brush over him as I place myself on his lap, making his hips buck up because he is already erect and straining tightly against the fabric of his pants. "Stay," I say, my face flushed.
Smiling, I fully withdrew, leaving Harry in front of me. I could hear my own breath everywhere. "Do you think you deserve that?" I held his jaw and raised his head while I mumbled into the air. "For me to touch you?"
He was perplexed and a little shocked, so I chuckled and pulled my pants down, leaving me in my red lace underwear and flashing him a smile.
His eyes dropped down. His breath caught in his throat, time seemed to stand still. running a tongue over his lips— "What are you doing, Juliet?"
Smiling, I tilt my head. " Just showing you what you could've had if you'd just been nice."
"Nice?" He laughs, eyebrows furrowing deeply. " Nice—Juliet." My thumb pulling on the band of my underwear I take it off completely, my eyes never escaping Harry's.
" Fuck—" he murmured, tilting his head upwards. "Jesus, Juliet."
" Look at me." I grounded out sitting back on the bed—letting my legs open as wide as they could still watching Harry. I stood there, feeling the weight of anticipation settle in my chest. My hands grew clammy, and my breath quickened as nerves danced in my stomach.
However, Harry— He looked so addicted to me. With his breath caught in his throat and his eyes fixed directly between my thighs, he appeared ready to suck my soul from my body. hungry to possess me, but despite how much I desired it, I wasn't going to give in so quickly.
No matter how fast my heart was beating or how intense my desire for him was. My desire for him was like a magnetic force, pulling him closer with irresistible intensity. Every exchange of looks or touches stoked an unquenchable passion within them. I craved the sensation of being swallowed by his presence, the flavor of his lips, and the feel of his flesh.
Harry's staring at me with no shame, his lips glistening. I give him a smile while swirling my finger over my delicate clit.
Harry's cool is fading by the second; he swallows and traces his tongue along the inside of his cheek, his gaze fixed on mine. "Fuck" His teeth press into his lips as his eyes wander down to stare between my legs.
As I rolled my head backwards, my breath was heavy and sharp. My two legs propped up. I carefully pushed the fingers in a rhythm I liked. " Fuck—" I groan and arch my back, my head tipping and touching my chest and my eyes rolling. " fuck, fuck, fuck— "
I can hear Harry chuckle softly as silence falls. "That's it. Fuck yourself. Imagine how nice it would feel if it were me." he mumbles. Forcing my eyes open to look at that flare coming back to his eyes. He was running his hands over his pants— biting down on his lips.
" Tell me how to touch myself," I murmured, my fingers coming to a stop. " While you touch yourself."
It was like Harry was waiting for me to tell him that— pulling his pants down and freeing himself, his hard length hitting his stomach and cum oozing out. I bit done hard on my inner cheeks— and whimpered.
" Tell me how to touch myself." I moan, my voice strangled in my throat.
His chest seemed to heave as he followed my body with his eyes as I was only moaning. "Fuck," he exclaims. " Massage your fingers over your clit—" I do exactly what he's telling me. "Just the right amount of pressure."
I carefully follow Harry's instructions while my body tingles with all sorts of lust. "That's it, baby—move a little quicker." He murmured, "Exactly like that. fuck yourself while thinking of me."
I exhaled, "Harry," and clenched my legs. "I have a need for you." His gaze alternates between my hand and me.
Harry's eyes narrow, "Then have me." he says so simply, my hands feeling weaker each time I push in—my body shaky. " God, you're so beautiful. Just like that, faster—Good girl."
As pressure rises in my lower stomach and my breathing becomes labored, my legs start to tremble. Harry mumbled," Cum, baby, and let me have a taste."
I was dizzy as I let my legs fall, eyes shut—that's it. "C'mere pretty thing." As soon as I opened my eyes once again, I glanced over at Harry, who was still staring at me as I stood up from the bed and walked a short distance towards him before collapsing on his body.
Harry envelops me in his arms, being careful not to cover my tattoo with his hands while simultaneously kissing me all over my shoulder. "Harry," I gasped, my hands pulling on his hair.
"Tell me. What do you want and I'll give it to you." I was whimpering for him. "Need you.." The other words were a struggle to say, my head running wild. For a moment I felt embarrassed, but Harry swept that away, his hands grasping everywhere, while he kissed anything.
"C'mon be a good girl and tell me— what do you want? mhm, I'll give you anything. So fuckin' perfect."
In response to his earlier words, I moved my hands in between us, rubbing my fingers across my sensitive pussy. He opened his mouth wide and leaned down to suck my finger with his lips.
I whimpered as his tongue licked me thoroughly. His eyes flutter close as he moans. "God. You're going to make me cum like a fucking teenager."
Laughing a bit, I pulled away, down until I was on my knees, watching Harry's breath hitch in his throat, his hands not knowing where to stay.
"Will you behave well for me?" He was looking down at me as I asked, pouting. eyes that sparkle with desire and longing. "Gonna, behave while I fuck you with my mouth."
He tries to lean down and I pull away "Uh-uh," I tutt, giving him a mock scolding look, "Behave." Harry does not look impressed as my smile never disappears. "Do you think you deserve it?" My fingers grabbed his jaw, tilting it to the side.
"I do. I deserve it, after all― I'm always so good to you." He tries to kiss me as I smile and brush my lips against his; however, I quickly pull away.
"You are," I said as I seized his jaw once again. "You are good to me. Always makes me feel so good all the time. But do you really think you deserve me? after all of that?"
" Juliet, stop teasing." My name on his tongue sounded like a threat, one I couldn't wait to be out.
"Baby." He drawled, and his words were enough to make my stomach clench. "Please. I need you."
"Relax " I shrieked, growing desperate, entirely at his compassion.
I stooped forward, his hands encircling me. He grinned once again while intertwining his fingers in the back of my hair and yanking it as pain crept into my scalp.
I waited for him to bring me in so that he could brush his drippy tip on my tongue and I could taste his salty arousal before opening my mouth and extending my tongue. "God. Such a fucking slut. My girl right?"
Whimpering, I nod. I had no idea how Harry managed to win this, as he always does, but I didn't care. Not now—not when I was so anxious to simply put him in my mouth.
"You can be so good when you want to be." He spoke softly. "But occasionally you can be such a spoiled brat." My eyes watered as I gagged around him, Harry now standing.
As I began bobbing my head at the rhythm Harry liked while simultaneously thrusting into my mouth, he pulled my hair back into a ponytail. "My ideal brat," I whimper as my nails grasp into his thighs. "My girl—My girlfriend, my slut." He sighs at my cries, "God."
As a result of my reaction, I began to pull back, but he stopped me by keeping my head still and driving his hips forward until his cock was finally within my mouth and curving in the back of my throat. "Taking me so well—like a fucking whore."
"Oh my God, I miss this feeling." Even louder, he moaned. "Of your perfect little mouth around my cock, allow me to fuck you." His neck had veins that stood out in contrast to the tattoos that covered it. Before my eyelids closed shut, I gave another chuckle out of my mouth as I trailed my gaze down the other ink on his chest.
I was drenched in sweat and frantic to stop the pains and aches I was getting from just having Harry in my mouth. "Did you want to be my little slut? You're taking me so well, baby. You like behaving badly in order to get fucked like one," he muttered, holding my head still with both hands while continuing to drive my lips with his hips.
I gagged again— closing my eyes, feeling his cock in the back of my throat. His moans grew louder, chants of my name from his lips while his dark, passionate eyes remained fixed on me. Fuck I was so near to having another orgasm.
Harry's thighs were trembling slightly, and I could feel his cock throbbing into my mouth; his thrusts had become sloppy.
"Oh, my god, fucking hell." When he arrived, he remained still and gave me brief bursts of his release while I groaned in response to his groan. He sighs, slipping out of my lips and dropping onto the chair, saying, "Don't—don't swallow." He commanded me, "C'mere."
I kept it in my mouth as he asked, and Harry slipped out, softly wrapping his fingers around my neck and pulling me to my feet as he sat on the chair. He grabbed me pulling me till I was straddling his hips and said, "Good girl."
I had the urge to swallow it, wanting to taste him; I could feel myself drip onto Harry's thighs as he smiled, holding my jaw in his hands, looked deep into my eyes
"Spit in my mouth, baby." I stare at him, speechless.
"C'mon, don't be a greedy little slut." I leaned forward, and he was already opening his mouth for me. I didn't hesitate when I spat into his mouth, watching as he swallowed his cum and licked his lower lip after he was done. "Fuck."
I was breathing heavily, closing my eyes to control the feeling that ran over my body. "Mhm, now I know why you're such a cockslut. always begging to let me cum in the perfect mouth of yours."
"Harry, I need you." I whimper lips fall on his neck— kissing and sucking on his delicate skin
"Have me. I'm all yours."
"Let's go home." "I got on the pill just for you—to feel your warm, soft cock all over me," I say as I swallow.
He whimpers, tightening his grip on my hair, "Fuck— Juli." He pushes me away while reaching for my pants to help me in getting dressed. "God baby, let's go home."
I laughed at his desperate situation. His attention was drawn to me. "You must tidy that up," I said. As I watched his eyes follow my finger and heard him swearing under his breath, I giggled once again in his direction.
"M' just gonna do that shit tomorrow morning."
I watched Harry put his own pants on while biting my lip. "Or someone else can do it— I don't fuckin' care, need you."
He was back to wrapping his arms around my body pulling me towards him. "Harry." I laughed, circling my arms around his neck— his mouth all over me again. "Clean up."
"I need you." he whimpered and I pulled away, "You can have me as soon as we clean up. C'mon, what should I throw out?"
I need Harry just as badly but I didn't want to leave whoever works in the morning a mess. He looks at me with desperate eyes but he nods. "Just wait for me in the car okay?"
Humming, he passed me his key and I walked away towards his car. It was only a few minutes later that Harry was back in the car, speeding towards his car, his hands all over my thighs, needy.
That's what he was needy, stealing a kiss whenever the lights hit read—Finally getting to his house. Harry was opening the door, pulling me out of the car— his lips on me as he kissed me.
My back pressed against the car. He walks backwards, till we hit the door—pulling Harry open it. Looking around and whispering.
"Wait for me naked in the room- okay? gonna go tell the babysitter it's all good."
I stripped off as I entered Harry's room and made my way to his closet to check the drawer I had unintentionally opened earlier.
My gaze scanned the various toys and the handcuffs. Picking up a vibrator and the handcuffs, I made my way towards the bed, sitting right at the end.
Harry walks into the room, shutting it and locking it behind him—his eyes wander my body, groaning, looking at the toys on the bed.
"Gonna tie me up, baby?" He pondered, obviously amused by what I had.
"As much as I would want that. No, you're going to tie me up." I slant my head to the side and say, "Use me as your slut."
Harry places a knee on the edge of the bed between my thighs. "Yeah?" he mocks with a groan, his hands running down body, he grips my thighs. I arched my back, my chest rubbing against his clothed one.
"Fuck-" As he pushed me into the bed, pinning me between him, I encircled him with my arms. "Just mine, right?"
"Guess I have to take care of that body," he said, kissing my thighs. "Gonna make my sweet girl feel good— because you're so good to me."
I whispered—his mouth finding mine like a magnet and I gasped for air kissing him and he moved down kissing his way to my chest.
I giggled and grabbed his hair as I raised his head. "Please touch me." He glared at me with low, inebriated eyes that were brimming with passion and longing.
Making his way towards my thighs and giving it a small bite before sucking and making his way up to where I needed him the most.
"Fuck-" He gives me a kiss on the spot where I wish his tongue was, and I groan, shoving my head toward the bed with my eyes fluttering close.
I droop my head to look at Harry, who has already made eye contact with me. All we had was internalized teasing. Our lips felt like they were made of each other as we kept kissing against each other and torturing each other; it didn't get much better.
"Baby please," I muttered slowly, my head buried against his neck while his hands ran through my body. Harry pulls away, eyes dark and hooded. " Say it again," he whispered.
I then see Harry swiftly flick a blade in my direction. I stare at him in confusion, wondering where he suddenly got that.
Harry's attention was fixed on the knife as he turned it against his index finger. "C'mon, babe, let me hear you," he murmured, his eyes meeting mine.
"Please," he smiles, running the knife down my chest, my breathing steady. "Please, baby, touch me—."
I know that is what he wanted to hear. He said, "Good girl," and I turned my head to the side, grinning.
"Up," he demanded," Sit up towards the headboard." Following his directions, I move upwards, with Harry awkwardly crawling toward me, grabbing my hands and lifting them above my head. He hooked it up and shackled my wrists together.
"Do you trust me?" he asks so softly, that I swear it was someone else in his body. "I do," I whispered.
"Promise?" He hums, pushing me down so our lips meet while he still has the chance.
"I promise." We kiss passionately with a nod.
"Be a good girl for me?" he pouted and ran his hands up my chest. I pull on the restraints and he only looks amused at the sound of them clattering against the headboard.
Harry stares with hungry eyes. "Want me to use this toy on you?" he asks, spreading my legs open. I whimper with a nod— watching his smile.
I tilted my head, Harry taking off his shirt and pants just in boxers. My eyes fall looking at his hardness. "Fuck me please."
"Are you done acting like a brat?" I bit my lower lip, humming.
"Please, Harry."
"So you want me? You've missed fucking me?" He moved his gaze from my hands to my face, then to my body, whispering.
"I do miss fucking you in so many ways," I uttered.
Harry grabbed the toy. His eyes flit over to it before returning to me. His stare drops between my legs when I lift them bending at the knee. He is glaring at me without any remorse, and his lips are shining. It vibrates against my hand and lands precisely where I needed it, and I smirked at him as it did.
Harry's composure is eroding by the second; his eyes are fixated on mine as he swallows and runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. "So wet already" His teeth press into his lips as his eyes wander down to stare between my legs. I pull on the restraints, his eyes soon meeting mine.
My breathing was labored and piercing as I moved my head back and lay flat on the bed. My two legs were raised. He gently pushed the toy in a beat I found pleasing. "Fuck—" I sigh and arch my back, tipping my head up and rolling my eyes. "Harry—"
Harry is chuckling gently as silence descends. "That's it. My fuckin' girl being so slutty." I had to force myself to stare at that flame returning to his eyes.
I groan, my breath choking in my throat. "Harry," His chest heaves as he follows my body with his eyes as I am only moaning. "Fuck," I yell. I closed my eyes.
"Harry, I can't." I cried out trying to pull away but Harry kept me still. I gasped and squeezed my legs together. "Please Harry— fuck—please" His gaze alternates between the toy and me. His mouth forms a smirk, looking like he enjoys every second.
Harry's eyes narrow, "So fucking beautiful. God your soakin' fucking everything."
Suddenly his phone starts ringing, Harry never stops but his pace is a little slower— sharper. He grabs it from the bed looking at me once. " Don't make a sound, this is an important call." He gritted, breathing heavily, his chest glistening with sweat.
"Hello, Camilla?" My eyes adjust to his at the name of another woman—my body erupting with anger all over again. Who the hell is Camilla? I hope she knows he's fucking me right now. He thrust his hip harder, faster and a moan escaped my lips Harry catching my stare.
I bit down on my lips, my eyes rolling behind my head. "Yeah—my apologies for today, we can reschedule for tomorrow?"
Camilla is the girl I saw. My mouth drops open and I gasp silently, My body jerks around and I look up at Harry, desperate, whimpering lowly, he grunts, blowing out a sharp breath.
"That's perfect. Payment can only be accepted through cash." He hums and looks down at me with a sneer appearing on his face. I couldn't even hear what she was saying even if I tried.
In just seconds Harry hangs up, continuing his sharp pace— fucking me senselessly. "You're such a good girl for me—behaving and always listening to me."
I'm sure I didn't make sense, but I could feel myself coming. My legs begin to shake as pressure builds in my lower abdomen, and my breath becomes heavy. "Cum," Harry whispered. "Cum baby, that's it. Such a good girl—good girl. God, I'm so hard for you."
"Harry," I screamed, my head falling back and my lips uttering loud sighs. He yanked the toy away, turned it off, and tried to keep my breath under control, feeling myself make a mess.
Harry whispered, "That's it, baby," complimenting me. I swallow as I look at him. He whispered softly, "Did so good," his fingers taming my highs as my loud, high-pitched groans reverberated across the room.
He questioned, "Are you okay?" as his grip on my body loosened. I nodded, feeling vulnerable but knowing that I needed him and wanted his cock in me. Despite how fragile I felt.
"I'm just too fucking hard to fuck you with my mouth until my jaw hurts," He said in a low voice, "I think I'll fucking explode."
"Please, fuck me." Right now, all of our recently suppressed feelings are coming to the surface for both of us. He kissed down my body, his lips kissing its way to my pussy.
"Fuck," I cry, leaning against the headboard. "Jesus- Christ. Harry." His mouth latches on to it as soon as I'm within reach, shooting his tongue out to lick a slow stipe from my entrance to my clit, licking me clean. "mhm," he muttered.
Pulling away he came face to face with me looking amused. "Just cleaning up my girl. Sure you wanna do this without a condom?"
I nod. From what Abby has told me the experience is just way better and I needed that. I trust Harry— " I'm clean." I say.
He said," So am I. Checked myself the other day, and I'm clean."
"Fuck me, then." Harry gives a murmur of satisfaction in return and kisses my lips. I was shocked as his hand tightened around me and clamped down on my neck, cutting off my airway.
I let out a satisfied moan and licked my lips, unsure what to say or do. "My girl." Harry chuckles and presses his thumb firmly against my tongue in my mouth. "My sweet fucking whore."
"Don't say a word, fuckin'. Just be a perfect whore," he hums while cocking his head. I attempted to respond, but his thumb made him sound like I was speaking nonsense.
"What is it?" He chuckles. "Can't hear you? I'm sorry." My hand is forcefully gripping his wrist.
He smiles as he draws his thumb away. "You know, princess, you're so needy and desperate."
"Hurry up," I whine— spreading my legs apart, watching how easily Harry looks down.
He peered into my eyes with a solemn expression, his hair stuck to his wet skin. "Be patient. Do you understand, whore?"
" I do. Yes, I do." I nodded, and he locked his gaze on me for a few moments before lowering his head and kissing my lips. It felt like we hadn't kissed in a long time, our lips eagerly devouring one other. His tongue was slipping into mine. Harry moves back a fraction, giving us both the opportunity to take deep breaths before our lips reconnect again.
I wanted to hold him and touch him. "Untie me, please," I whine against his lips; he chuckles against mine, and with every force in him, he pulls away. His lips had already begun to swell. He runs his tongue across them, grabbing the rope. "
I swallowed, feeling irritated with each "Shh baby—I just wanna take care of you" he commented. Harry sighs and tilts his head forward as I gasp when the blunt tip of his hard length suddenly brushes up against my aching heat. "I always want to take care of you, sweet girl."
I try to increase the friction by pushing my hips up while he teases my clit with the head of his length, biting my lip in response. "I want to fuck you all day long—fuck that pretty cunt of yours."
I silently whimper as the pain in between my legs only gets stronger. Harry responds sternly, "You have no idea how much I've imagined this moment. How much I wanted to fill you up with my cum—feel your warm, wet pussy."
As I become aware of what he has, my entire body tenses. He places his hand between us and presses the vibrator against my clit the pressure building up.
It was difficult to kiss Harry because of the position we were in; my legs reached my chest while my hands stayed above my head. His mouth rubbed against mine in a smile. I sob, a pitiful whine erupting from my mouth as I cry out.
He is slowly forcing himself forward to bury himself in me while aligning his free hand with my entrance. I gagged on a sigh and closed my eyes when Harry gasped and buried his nails into my thighs. "Fuck, you're dripping wet." He groans and tenses his hold on me. "God, you feel so good, Juli—baby."
He quickly holds my hip, draws his center back, snaps it forward again, and begins fucking into me before I have a chance to react. He adds more pressure with the vibrator without giving me a chance to adjust.
Tears rolled down my face as it grew harder to control my moans. Harry grunts loudly in response to the thrusts, using all of his strength as he takes erratic breaths. He wiped away my tears while pushing my hair away and said, "Such a good girl. God, you're fuckin' incredible."
"So freaking perfect. You want me to untie you?" He pouts; I whimpered and nodded, my hands balled into a fist. "How badly? Beg to me how much you want me to untie you. Tell me how you feel before I stop."
"I want you to untie me, Harry." I exhale, "You—You make me feel so good—"Please, I'll behave myself; I swear." It was challenging to utter loud, forceful groans that sounded like they were emanating from deep within me.
My orgasm is getting closer and closer. Harry seems to be encouraged by the sounds, which I can't stop leaving me; the more violently he moves, the more strangled cries and scattered fragmented words I hear.
"You love it when I wreck this perfect cunt of yours, don't you?" He says, gritting his teeth and sounding drunk and out of breath.
"I do." I close my eyes and gasp out, "You ——take care of me so well."
He continues to drive into me, letting his sweaty forehead touch mine as he whines out a shameless moan. I close my eyes as overwhelming feelings attack my body as a result of hearing his profane remarks.
He pants against my skin and groans, "Come hard for me, darling." I scream out a yell about how everything feels as my whole body shakes wildly. "Let me feel you soak up my cock—babe, let me see your face."
Before I could say anything, I experienced an orgasm that tore me apart and felt never-ending. My thighs began to soak up the bed, and Harry was dragged away to observe. To watch how my body writhed beneath him and how my voice quivered with trembling, high-pitched groans.
He gasped—with a gentle laugh—" Jesus. Your body is just amazing." I didn't know exactly what happened—my eyes closed, and I entered a space that seemed like a dream—even though I had never experienced it.
My body felt frail, yet I was filled with joy. I felt like I had entered a completely other world, and it was wonderful.
I don't know how long I was in this state, but I broke out of it when I felt Harry's lips all over my shoulder and neck, kissing me and sucking on my skin. I was exhausted, and my body felt mushy and weak.
I groan and I hear him chuckle softly. "You're back," he whispered. "Glad to have you back." staring up at him with tired eyes.
I scowled, feeling him hard as I ran my hands down his torso, saying, "You're still hard."
He leaned in close, caressing my cheeks, my jaw, and my lips as he said, "That's okay." He held my face in his hands, "You did so much already baby," in between kisses. "So much."
"Use me," I stammer, barely able to form words as the first orgasm continues to send shocks through my body and exhaust me. "Use my body. Hurt me." I whimpered.
"Are you sure? Are you sure you can handle more?"
"I'm more than sure— please fuck me." I was sensitive. Just moving sent pain all over me but I wanted to make him good. "You're always so good to me. use me. slap me—hurt me."
"I'm not gonna hurt you, sweet thing."
"You're not the only one that likes pain." I gritted through my teeth; as he slowly started thrusting into me, my mind felt dizzy.
"Come on. slap me, show me what happens when I'm being a brat." He slams his hips forward exceptionally hard, making my whole body jolt backwards before he picks up his pace, and I don't know whether to beg him to slap me or go faster.
"Can't hurt that pretty face," he hisses against my ear. "But I know that's what you like. You like me treating you like a fucking worthless whore."
"Please," I whine, " hurt me, Harry." I moan out, shutting my eyes, while he kisses my neck. "Slap me."
"Are you sure?" I hummed while grunting. "I'll tell you if it hurts too much," I said. Harry stretched himself out over me. For a brief while, he appeared frightened and perplexed, but before I could ask him again, I saw him take off his rings and lay them on the bed.
Before I even have time to blink, my head jerks sideways, causing an effortless moan to escape my mouth. I gasp, breathing heavily, and turn to face him once more. "That's all you got?" My cheeks hurt as I grin, "Harder baby—I know you can. Show me what you're capable of."
Harry grinned and pushed his hips into me more forcefully. The same side of my cheeks is being hit harder by his hands. I whimper and sob while tightly closing my eyes because it seems like it is burning. "Still want me to hit you harder huh, you fucking whore. You're always so needy and always get your way. You just know what to do."
I groan and turn to face him. "Again," I muttered. Harry repeated it on the opposite side, and we both appeared to be enjoying it. His slapping me simply served to advance my climax. "God. So dirty and pathetic—asking me to hurt that pretty fucking face."
I cry out, my mouth wide open breathing heavily, eyes turning to look at him. I arch my back and throw my head back—- his thrusts getting sharper by the second. Harry draws my head back and hits me again.
He only needs a few more quick, forceful thrusts to pound all the already overstimulated areas inside me with his length. His hands continued to slap me at the same time, leaving me a crying mess. Harry collapsed next to me as we both arrived, panting for air. We had both had a long night.
Harry slowly releases the knots, allowing me to stretch my arms and legs. My entire body aches as I slowly turn to kiss Harry once again. He licks his lips while running his palm over my cheeks. "I hope I didn't hit you too hard."
"No, I'm okay," I murmured rubbing my hand over his jaw. and leaning forward to kiss him. "Thank you," I whispered and he smiled.
"Always, baby—don't even have to thank me." he pulls me closer, kissing my lips— my jaw and neck.
I giggled pushing him away, but it wasn't possible when he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me in. "Let me help you get clean up," he murmured, getting off the bed.
A/N
and now they're boyfriend and girlfriends what can possibly go wrong ?