"Good girls do what their daddy says my pretty Lolita",he said tugging on my underwear.
"But that's not even my name Harry"


4. The Boss/Daddy Issues

Olivia P.O.V.

After dropping off Louis, I just want to get home and go to sleep. I want to ask Harry why he was so mad, but I have no idea where he works so I'll wait till he gets home and ask. 

I pull into the circle of mansions and can't help but smile at the beautiful architecture. The house next to ours looks like a medieval castle and the other one looks like it was made in 1900s. But our house looks like a modern masterpiece. I press the password and drive up into the eight car garage and park the car, when I notice a white Mercedes Benz Wagon in there too. I know Harry would never own one unless he got it for me, and there was no big bow on it so it must be someone else's. 

I walk up the steps and ring the doorbell. Man, I need to get a key. 

The door opens, but it's not Harry. It's some redhead. Who the fuck was she?

"Um who are you?"I asked. 

"I should be asking you the same question." she sassed back. 

I was about to slap her when Harry emerged from behind her. 

"Sorry Scarlet, this is my new fiancee." he smiled. 

She flashes me a fake smile, but lets me in. 

"Sorry about that. Harry always has random girls over here all the time. I thought you were one of them."

"I um-" Harry tries to form a sentence.

"Save it because I'm tired. I'll be upstairs," I say and stomp my way up the stairs. 

I know I'm acting like a child but it really hurt me. Maybe I'm just one of those random girls? 

Harry's P.O.V.

"Why would you say that?" I practicly yell at Scarlett.

"Harry, I didn't mean to hurt her. You know that." she frowns. 

"Well, now she's mad Scar. And only God knows what I have to do to make her happy now."

She only rolls her eyes and pouts. 

"Why don't you try to make me happy Hazza." she says and uses my pet name.

'Scar don't-" I try to stop her.

I'm cut off by her nude lips on mine. I know I shouldn't kiss back, but I can't resist her smooth lips. I tug on her blouse and she lets out a moan. 

"Wait. Stop Scar." I say and push her off. 

"Why is she more important than me, huh? I'm your boss Harry. I'm the reason you can afford everything you do, and that stupid ring you promised the bitch." she yells.

"Look, just leave and we'll talk about this later ok?"

She huffs but grabs her bag. 

"You better be at my house at eight or you're fired. I swear to God, Harry."

"You can't fire me! I'm your best worker and your best lover." I try to persuade her.

"Go fuck yourself."

"I'll be fucking you tonight, so there's no need to do myself."

She flips me off before heading out and slamming the door.

I run a hand through my already messy hair. I walk up the stairs and I know I'll have hell to pay. When I get to the room Liv is talking on the phone to someone. 

"Um actually, that sounds fine Zayn."

Who the hell is Zayn?

"Yeah, seven. I won't be late." she smiles and hangs up. 

"Who the fuck is Zayn, and why are you with meeting him?" I ask, clearly pissed.

"He's just a friend, and why should you care? You have girls coming here all the time, and I'm pretty sure you're screwing that whore down there!" she yells at me. She has a right to be mad.

"Actually, her name is Scarlett and she's my boss. I do care about you, love"

"Yeah, but only to fuck me, Harry. You know, this isn't a real relationship. You know, we won't make it to the alter either." She says to me. "Now go 'help' your boss with some work, okay?"

How could she say this? That 'whore' was paying for everything I have. 

She grabs her purse and is about to leave but I grab by the waist.

"Let me go, you bastard" she says, trying to get free. 

"Calm down, Olivia."

She shakes her head and starts to scratch at me. 

"Fuck," I say, as she digs her nails in my arm. 

"You know what? I've had it. If you're going to act like a child, you'll get treated like one."

I pull her to the bed and sit down. I put her over my knee. 

"Stop it Harry!"

I just ignore her and pull her sweatpants down. 

And after 30 smacks she's finally quiet. 

I sit her up and her brown eyes are now red and her face blotchy. 

"Now, are you gonna act like a good girl for daddy?"

She just glares at me. 

"Guess you need another punishment?"

"You can go rot in hell for all I care!" she yells at me. 

I have had it. I have to hit her. I'm so tired of her attitude. 

Olivia P.O.V.

At first I feel pain in my jaw then the pain shoots to my skull and then everything just goes black.



So I saw Ouija yesterday and it was so scary.Like if you wanna see it please see it with other people because you're gonna need someone to cry on. 


Domestic Violence is never okay so if you are or know anybody you know who is victim to this please let someone know. The sooner the better. 

Hope you guys enjoy the story! 


Blue & Willow


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