Page 42 of Tamed By You

The next few hours go by in a blur and it’s 3 am before the club starts quietening down. I radio through for the doorman to make sure Ali gets in a cab, not wanting her to know I’vebeen watching her all night. I doubt she will text me, but I can’t be overbearing. We agreed to keep things casual, but that is becoming harder with every encounter with her.

How long I’ll be able to keep that agreement going, only time will tell. Vegas changed things, I saw another side to her, playing that silly question game with her showed me there is so much more to her and I've been itching to know what she's hiding behind those walls she's surrounded herself with. I know what it’s like to only show a side of yourself to the world and keep the dark parts hidden, and I sense that’s what she does. She might be callous and cold with me but the way she is with her friends, and Ria’s kids, Lexi and Elle, it’s proof that she has so much love to give.

I am locking up the safe when Brad comes into the office. “Kate wasn't wrong. That girl is Cassidy James. Got a bit of a name for herself. The doorman recognized her and said if she wasn’t with Ali they wouldn't have let her in.”

“What the fuck is Ali playing at?” I bite out, my tone angrier than I intended.

“I dunno, bro but maybe she doesn't know.” I nod in agreement, hoping we are right. “I’m going to head out. Make sure the girls get away safely and are you good with locking up?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow,” I reply, clapping him on the back.

I do my final checks, turning off the lights and lock up. I loved our bar in Miami, but The Boardroom holds a special place in my heart for so many reasons, I've loved getting the London club started but it’s not New York. New York has given me so much.

I head to my black Mercedes—the only car left in the parking lot—getting in and sinking into the plush leather seats, cracking my neck, releasing the tension. What a night.

I start the engine and pull out into the main road, driving the short distance to my apartment. I live in the same building as Jack, Ria and their girls. Pulling into the underground parking and making my way to the elevator my phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, a wide grin spreads across my face when I see her name flash across my screen.

Ali

Made it home safe. Question, why is your name saved as Ten-inch Ted in my phone with a racehorse emoji?

I reply instantly:

Harry

Proof of life photo.

Fully expecting her to either ignore me or tell me to fuck off I fire another text.

Harry

P.S. I can’t help that I’m hung like a horse, seemed like a good code name.

I changed my name in her phone when we were in Vegas, and she left it lying around on the table.

I exit the elevator and heading for my door, tapping my key card to unlock it before stepping inside. I hit the light panel, flooding the open plan living space with a low light.

I love this apartment, sleek and simple. Dark furniture and white walls, along with a view of New York city across the back wall. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and shrug off my jacket. Heading to the couch, I kick off my shoes and take off my shirt as my phone vibrates again.

Ali

Proof enough for you? So, what am I saved as?

She’s sent a photo of her in a white t-shirt and black panties with her middle finger up to the camera while she’s laid on her bed.

Harry

There’s something missing in that photo.

Ali

What?

Harry

Me, between your legs.

Ali

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