Call Girl

Life as a normal young adult was not something Ariana Ramsey could relate to. When a malicious rumor about her being a call girl grows aggressively out of control, Ariana uses it to her advantage instead of crumbling from its devastation. During one wild night, Ariana meets Harry Styles – a famous musician. What she didn’t expect was for him to fall for her, and she for him. But nothing comes easily in her world. Harry doesn’t approve of how she makes a living, but Ariana – being the only bread-winner in her family – can’t give it up. Not just yet.


4. F O U R

Ariana woke up with a pain wrapping around her skull, one that was most definitely alcohol induced. She could barely even peel her eyes open because of the bright, blinding sun that lit up the entire room. Dear, God. Couldn’t someone just shut those shades, please? Please, just ease this splitting headache with your kindness and shut those god awful shades.

“Robin…” Her voice cracked, calling out her sister’s name. She cleared her throat in hopes of speaking more clearly to get her attention.

“Robin, can you… can you just shut the blinds?” Ari grumbled, shielding her eyes.

When there was no answer, she rolled over, slightly opening one of her eyes a crack. Uh. She sat up quickly, opening her eyes, hangover be damned. She was not in her bed. She was not in her room at all. She was not in her bed and she was not alone.

What in the hell did she let happen last night? Her mind was brought back ten hours into the previous night.


Mr. Styles, the birthday boy himself asked her to stay and party with them. She was entirely reluctant to do so because of the fact that no matter how she looked at it, they were her clients. She was just paid a very large sum of money to shake her tits and ass in their faces. And her number one rule – a rule that kept all of this running smoothly – was to never mix business with pleasure. But something made her say yes. Something in Harry’s eyes and smile drew her in and she found herself sitting around a large table playing Texas Hold ‘Em with them. Ariana wasn’t much for card games. She spent her time playing other kinds of game and getting paid for it. She supposed it might be construed as the same kind of scenario. She got paid to do something she was good at. And if someone were good at cards, they could also get a lot of money. But that wasn’t why she was sitting next to Harry, letting him teach her the ways of Texas Hold ‘Em. She was determined to have a good time – to let loose for once. She almost never got a real social life. She was always walking on eggshells trying to hide who she was from everyone who wasn’t a client. And with these guys, somehow they allowed her to be herself and knew her secret at the same time. She felt elated and it showed.

Ariana’s chair sat so closely with Harry’s and every time he leaned in to whisper a point about the game, her entire body tingled. The boy was kryptonite, but she did nothing to prevent herself from weakening under his contact. She reveled in it.

The drinking never ceased and she found herself too entirely enamored to even think about driving herself home. She stumbled her way out onto the patio of the Presidential Suite and lit her first cigarette since she arrived four hours before. It was soothing even though she didn’t need it to be. A cigarette was still a cigarette though and the nicotine seeped through her veins, calming her drunken body.

She sent a text to her mother telling her she would be late getting home, that she was with some friends and she was okay. Her mother didn’t reply. It was past two in the morning after all.

Ariana took in a long drag of her cigarette as she heard the patio door open and then close. She turned to see Harry’s obnoxious friend walking toward her. The one that asked if Harry was going to fuck her, earlier in the night.

“Hey, there,” he smirked slyly at her.

“Hey,” she said, taking another long drag of the cigarette, focusing back on the night life that was going on in the city below them. Suddenly he was standing right next to her, smiling over at her.

“Hi,” she said with an awkward laugh, giving him an odd look.

“Hi,” he smiled back, his eyes glazed over from a heavy night of drinking. Ari took a breath in before taking another drag.

“My name is Jared, by the way,” he said, smiling at her.

“Hey, Jared. Nice to meet you,” she said, sounding like a sarcastic bitch, which he didn’t catch onto of course because he continued to stare at her like she was a piece of meat.

And suddenly she realized that was exactly it – that’s exactly how he saw her. She sighed, shaking her head. In the end, money was money, no matter the person. She’d fucked sleazier people than him.

“Five hundred and I’m yours for an hour,” she said after taking her last drag and stomping out the butt of the cigarette beneath her shoe.

“You read my mind, honey,” he smiled slyly at her.

“Do you have a room here? I’m not about to fuck you in front of all your friends,” she spat at him.

She didn’t care that she was being rude to this loud mouth frat boy. If he wanted to get fucked so badly, he could take a little bit of her badgering.

“Yeah, I’ve got a room,” he breathed lowly, running his fingers up her bare arm. She pulled her arm away from him.

“Let’s go,” she said, moving toward the door to go back inside.

Jared followed right behind her as she picked up her purse quickly and quietly, trying to be stealth enough so that the rest of his friends didn’t see them sneaking away – so that Harry didn’t see them sneaking away. Although, she knew she shouldn’t care about Harry or his feelings. She just couldn’t help herself. She liked him as a person. He was genuine and she didn’t find many genuine people in her line of work. She enjoyed herself when she was around him. She didn’t hate herself when he was making her feel so good. She could forget who she was when she was in his presence because his eyes weren’t judgmental or hungered. Not like his fucking friend that she was following to the back bedroom. She shook her head as she followed Jared toward his room, which was just an extension of the massive suite.

Once the door was shut behind them, Ariana put every annoyance and hostile feeling she felt toward him to the side. It was time for her to transform into whatever he wanted her to be. And she was certain he wanted someone who could actually tolerate him.

“Let me see the money,” she told him right off the bat.

“You’ll get your fucking money, baby. Cool it,” he said. Ariana narrowed her eyes at him. Mother fucker.

“Lay back,” she said, pushing him forcefully onto his back on the bed.

“Mm, I like that,” he chuckled, his eyes raking all over her body.

Ariana began pulling off her dress in fast sweeping motions. She wanted to get it the fuck over with so she could sneak out of the god damn hotel suite and never look back. So she wouldn’t have to face Harry’s big green eyes, judging her for fucking his friend.

“Slow. I want you to dance it off like before,” he said, licking his lips as he stared at her. Jesus Christ. She knew this fucker was jealous that she spent so much time with Harry earlier. What a fucking douche.

“You got it, baby,” she said, feigning sweetness as she began to wiggle for him.

“God, you are a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” Jared slurred, reaching up to touch her body.

She almost slapped his hand away again, like she did earlier, but then she remembered he was paying her for this. It was something she had to endure.

Ariana rid herself of her dress once again, dancing around him, shaking things she did not want to shake, letting him touch her in places she didn’t want to be touched. But it was her life. She just had to grin and bear it. When she was completely naked, she started undressing him. The dude was so drunk, it was almost comical. He just kept smiling up at her with a cheesy grin and half-lidded eyes.

“Mm, baby. You’re so hard for me,” she breathed as she pulled off his boxer shorts.

“Fuck yeah. You like the size of that,” he grinned at her.

“Mm, so big,” she moaned. Mm, so average.

“Mm, suck on it,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” she moaned seductively as she grasped the shaft in her hand and began sucking on the head.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned, laying back.

Ariana bobbed leisurely up and down his shaft as his body shook and writhed below her. She pulled up when she felt him throbbing in her mouth. Usually it was a red flag for an explosion and this dude wanted to get fucked.

“Baby,” she said, running her hand up his chest as she slowly stroked him with her other hand.

“Faster,” he grunted. Uh, okay.

Ari’s hand moved faster up and down him like he told her to. And without warning, he shot his load all over her hand and his stomach with a loud grunt.

Was he serious? The dude was like twenty-three and couldn’t handle himself in a sexual setting. It was pathetic. She pulled her hand away, wiping his splooge on the bedding.

“What would you like me to do now?” She spat at him sarcastically as she stood up from the bed. He scoffed, sitting up.

“Get me something to wipe up with,” he demanded.

“I’m not a fucking maid,” she snapped at him.

“Well, you sure are a bitch, aren’t you?” He scoffed, getting up out of the bed, stumbling to the connecting bathroom.

Ariana dressed herself while he cleaned himself up. When he came back out he had a towel wrapped around his waist. He scoffed again, seeing she was fully clothed. She watched as he crossed the room and pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket. He pulled out some cash and threw it on the bed.

“$200,” he said.

“I said $500,” she shot at him.

“I didn’t fuck you now, did I?” He shot back.

“That’s not my fucking fault,” she scoffed at him.

“You’re lucky you’re even getting that much. Now get outta here,” he said, shooing her away. Mother fucker.

Ariana swiped up the money from the bed before snatching her bag up from the floor. She stalked to the door and slammed it on her way out. Piece of shit. She was just about out the door of the suite when she was stopped.

“Ari, you’re leaving?” She heard Harry ask.

She stopped dead in her tracks. He called her Ari. Only the people closest to her called her Ari, but something deep inside of her liked it when he called her that.

“Uh, yeah. It’s uh, it’s getting late,” she said, turning toward him, giving a pleading look.

“You weren’t going to say goodbye?” He asked, sounding hurt. Dear, Lord. He was making it hard.

“Well, uh… I…” She stammered.

“Just stay. We can hang out,” he offered.

“Harry…” She sighed.

“Stay. For my birthday,” he smiled at her.

“It’s not your birthday anymore,” she smirked back at him.

“I haven’t gone to bed yet. It’s still my birthday,” he told her, letting out a small chuckle. Why must you be so adorable? Stupid Harry Styles. Stupid, stupid perfect man.

“I guess… I guess I could stay a while longer,” she nodded, taking a few steps toward him.

“Good,” he smiled at her.

When they went back into the living room, everyone seemed to be passing out around the TV.

“Well…” Harry said, looking over at her.

“Well…” She said back at him.

“We could go to my room,” he said, point his thumb behind them.

“We could,” she smirked at him. He nodded and she followed him.

But suddenly it dawned on her. What if he was looking for sex just like his idiot friend was? What if this was his backwards way of asking for it? Like he was playing the sweet guy act just to get her to go to his room with him. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought. But it was her job. She would do it.

Harry closed the large door behind them and stood awkwardly next to her in the middle of the floor. He seemed so bashful. She figured she would have to start it off. She walked over to him and ran her hands up and down his chest before she placed a kiss on his jaw. She heard a small moan escape from his lips and knew in her gut it was what he wanted all along. That’s what she gets for trusting people. She gets a big fucking slap in the face. Was there not a decent human being left of the planet? Her kisses trailed up his jaw and down his neck as she began lifting up his shirt.

“Ari…” He groaned. She sighed internally, wishing he wouldn’t call her that. She pulled his shirt over his head and began kissing down his heavily tattooed chest.

“Oh, god,” he groaned lightly, letting his head fall back.

Ariana pulled herself away long enough to drop her dress to the floor, for the third time that evening, before she stepped up to him again. His hands found her waist as she felt his fingertips dig into her flesh. Her lips moved slowly over his heated skin and she knew she was affecting him. Every single groan that escaped his lips sent a tingle up her spine.

“Just… just stop, okay. Just… we should stop,” he said, pushing her away quickly. She stood up straight, staring into his eyes, startled by his abruptness.

“I mean, we should… we should slow down. I-I barely know you,” he said, giving her a pleading look.

Everything in her body warmed to him because he wasn’t just a ruthless, scumbag looking for sex. He was just Harry. He was just a boy who liked a girl. Her smile widened for him.

“What?” He asked quietly, his eyes timidly looking her way.

“That’s perfect. That’s fine. We… we can slow down,” she said as she kept smiling.

“Okay,” he said, relaxing a little. She took a deep breath, still watching him.

“We can… we can just talk,” he offered, handing her dress back right before he threw his t-shirt over his head.

“I’d like that. But, Harry…” She said reluctantly.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“I would rather kill myself than get back into this dress right now,” she told him. He let a smirk play over his mouth before he crossed the room to his overnight bag.

“Here,” he said, offering her a white t-shirt.

“Thanks,” she said.

“I mean, you don’t have to wear it. I’ve already… I mean… I’ve seen you in and out of this,” he said, pointing at her bra and panties.

“Yes, you have,” she smirked, holding the shirt in her hands.

“Yeah,” he said, biting his lip, looking away awkwardly. He was fucking adorable and Ari almost couldn’t stand it. She walked over to the big bed and got in, pulling the covers up her body.

“How’s this?” She asked.

“Uh, that’s… that’s perfect,” he said, walking toward the bed.

“Come on. Let’s talk,” she smiled, patting the bed for him to sit.

And he did. And they talked until the first rays of sun shone through the windows. They talked until they couldn’t keep their eyes open anymore. And that’s how she woke up in an unfamiliar bed, next to an unfamiliar man, wearing only her bra and panties.

Ariana didn’t think it was possible for Harry to get more adorable until she saw him sleeping. A slight painful twinge shot through her heart knowing that none of this would last. It was like she was a completely different person with him the night before. It was as if she still had innocence, like she still had a grasp on her own life. But she didn’t and she knew this wasn’t real. Or at least it wasn’t real enough to become her reality. She couldn’t be somebody’s girlfriend. Not when she had a job like she did. She just needed to shove those thoughts and feelings elsewhere and trudge on with her life. It was fun while it lasted.

She grabbed the white t-shirt Harry offered her the night before and pulled it over her head before grabbing her dress off the floor, shoving it in her purse. She walked over to Harry in the bed and kissed him with the lightest of kisses on the forehead.

“Goodbye, perfect man,” she breathed before slipping out of the room.

She tip-toed over to where she left her mother’s trench coat and wrapped it around her body before completely slipping out of the suite itself.

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