Page 286 of Obsession

A girl came out, covering her mouth and holding her stomach, and I would have bet anything that she had thrown up. I wrinkled my nose in disgust, and Harris had the same reaction.

“Come with me,” he took my hand and walked in the opposite direction.

“Harris, I’m peeing myself,” I complained again, because my manners flew out the window.

“You could take twenty minutes to beat up Jennifer, you can take two more.”

Her name made me hiss like an angry cat. I would have liked to see her again, because we had some unfinished business to attend to.

Harris pulled me up another flight of stairs, but I was about to explode.

“Baby, I can’t hold it anymore,” I screamed like a child, gritting my teeth and stopping in the middle of the stairs.

If I had moved another inch, I would have literally wet my pants.

He sighed in exasperation, picked me up and started running up the stairs with me, which made my situation even worse.

Please, God, don’t let me pee in his arms.

“Next time I want to come with you, don’t talk back to me,” he scolded, and I nodded.

Embarrassment quickly turned to amusement, and I started laughing like an idiot. Harris did too, only not with me, but at me.

His long strides helped him cross half the hallway quickly, and he stopped in front of a door and rummaged in his pocket for something. He took out a key and unlocked it with one hand while holding me with the other. Who locks toilets? I asked myself, until Harris turned on the light and I realized it wasn’t a bathroom, but, god, a real king’s bedroom.

He ran off with me in his arms and opened another door that led to a divine bathroom.

He set me down right next to the toilet and made sure I could stand.

“Get out,” I said quickly, already pulling up my dress.

“Just pee, Katherine,” he scolded.

“I can’t pee when you are in here, get out,” I scolded back, pointing at the door.

He sighed in exasperation, but got out and closed the door behind him.

I sighed too, but with relief, then sat down on the toilet and released the immense pressure.

God, that felt good.

The bathroom was as big as the entire second floor of my house. The mirror was about nine feet wide, as it covered almost the entire wall, and the sight of the whirlpool bathtub almost made my mouth water. It looked like my dream bathroom.

I washed my hands and wished I could splash some water on my face too, but my makeup wouldn’t have been able to resist. Surprisingly, I still looked perfect as the brawl earlier hadn’t done much to me. I tightened my ponytail, and I was as good as new again.

Grinning, I thought about how much I used to love catfights, because in New York I’d had two or three almost every night, with Nicky by my side.

But my eyes were red and I could see myself wobbling on my feet. Fuck, I was a little too drunk.

When I came out of the bathroom, I concentrated on putting my legs in front of each other, because they had a tendency to step forward at the same time. Left – right, left – right … right – left… fuck!

Harris was lying on the bed holding a picture frame.

I looked around the huge room. The walls were gray, and the floor was matte black. There were two large chairs and a black leather sofa on the right-hand side. The seating area surrounded a glass coffee table, while a large flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall opposite the couch. On the other side, there was a large black wooden closet that took up three quarters of the wall.

The bed Harris was lying in was huge and covered in black silk sheets, but the magic of the room emanated mostly from the outer wall, which was made entirely of glass.

“Whose room is this?” I asked, staring up at the ceiling above us, which was lit up like a starry sky.

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