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Fight for you - Chapter 3 : The exes

Kendall Roy x original female character

TW : SMUT !!! Read at your own risk 😩🤚🏽

A/N : okay so this is really long 11k+ words I’m sorry. I was gonna write it in 2 parts but it just needed to be all together !! Please let me know what you think! Some constructive criticism!

I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face, which faded as quick as it came. The consequences of my decisions dawning upon me. I stuck my tongue down Kendall Roys throat. I groaned, cradling my head in my hands, how could I have been so reckless? Allowing myself to get swooped up by his sweet words in his vulnerable state. This is a future scandal just bubbling beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second. I had worked too hard, to get to the position which I’m in now at waystar, and to jeopardise that over this man was not worth it. And with that I cut off the wings of the butterflies, not allowing myself to get lost in them again. Think with your head, not your vagina.

I had managed to successfully avoid him all morning, the distance was necessary, my mind goes to mush when he's close, all logic flies out the window. At around lunch time, I heard a light tap on my door, my heart skipped a beat as my mind went to Kendall, but to my luck it was Steve. Myself and Steve had gotten close over the years, I considered him my closest friend at Waystar. We oversaw many projects together, bounced ideas off of each other. We had synergy, he was the only person in the entire department who didn't see me as the enemy. He wasn't trying to stab me in the back at any given chance, instead we wholeheartedly supported each other.

“Hope i'm not interrupting”, he grinned, strolling in and plonking down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Not at all.” I smiled, shutting my laptop. “What's up?”

“Lunch at our spot?” He asked, holding his hands together. “I’m starving, and I fear if I eat the cafeteria food one more time this week, I might die from malnutrition or food poisoning or maybe even a combination of both.”

Feeling my stomach rumble, I agreed, and decided to ignore Kendall's message requesting to meet him for lunch. I needed a distraction, to rid myself of him living in my mind rent free. We made our way to a little cafe tucked away in a quiet street, only a 10 minute walk from work. We got our regular order and sat down.

“So what's up with you.” he smirked. “I hear you're entangled with Kendall Roy?”

“Oh god. So that's spread." I groaned, this is exactly what I was afraid of when he showed up on the 9th floor yesterday unannounced. “He's actually insufferable.” I felt guilty for lying, but what else was I supposed to say, admit that I indulged in a steamy makeout with the COO of our company the night before, over my dead body. “He's so invested in my project, it was so random, I think he's just trying to prove something to his father.” I shrugged nonchalantly trying to ignore my rapid heartbeat.

“Mhm, invested in the project or invested in you?” he questioned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please, I wouldn't go near him with a 10 foot pole. Trust me.” Another lie.

“Yeah good, I thought maybe you were going through a midlife crisis. He's bad news, don't get caught up in it.” He warned me. After my previous relationship almost ended me, Steve had grown quite protective of me like an older brother I never had.

“I appreciate the concern. Thank you, but I promise you that will never happen. I'm just keeping my head down, working on this project with him. The sooner it's done, the sooner he'll be off my back.” I reassured Steve, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, okay good. You know I worry about you." I nodded appreciating his advice. “But now that I have you here, I need a favour.”

“No, absolutely not. Whatever fight you have going on with Catherine this time. I'm not getting involved, last time-” I began defensively crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to get involved in whatever tiff he and his girlfriend –who I had grown to adore over the years– had going on.

“Jesus woman, will you let me finish.” He cut me off rolling his eyes. “I was going to ask if you would accompany me to the Waystar charity Gala tonight.” He finished looking up at me with his beaming eyes. “Please, Catherine’s not in the city this week and I need a pretty lady on my arm if I'm going to beg for donations.” He pleaded.

“Fuck no. I hate those events. Sorry Steve but it's a hard pass.” I said, my voice firm.

“Please Harper, I’ll owe you one. Lunch on me for the next year.'' I sighed, agreeing to go, seeing as he was so desperate. It's the least I could do to repay him for the endless favours he had done for me. Staying late at the office helping pick up my slack, covering for me when I took time off work because my relationship hit the rocks.

We made our way back to work, after an hour of much needed catching up on office drama. Walking through the lobby of the main building still giggling. “Yup and now she’s pregnant, and she's keeping it.” Steve chuckled.

I threw my head back laughing as I clutched onto his arm, almost losing my balance. “Oh my god, shut up. I'm gonna pee.” I said in between giggles, the large coke I had for lunch catching up to me. “We need to stop talking before someone hears us.”

I straightened myself up as I saw a familiar face approaching. “What's so funny.” Kendall asked, his eyes fixated to my hand on Steve's arm, which I immediately dropped. His eyes flashing with anger, possibly even jealousy? Steve wasn't unattractive, he was a conventionally good looking guy, he was tall with broad shoulders. I know the women on the 9th floor swoon over him, running to make copies for him with the snap of his fingers, waiting by the door with his coffee in hand every morning. But to me he was just Steve, the guy who burps in my face after inhaling a burger or comes to me with his endless relationship problems.

“Nothing.” I quickly said, sobering up from my lunch high, trying to sound professional.

“Uh-huh.” he didn't seem convinced, he finally looked over to Steve plastering on a fake smile. “Hi, Kendall Roy.” He stuck out his hand.

“The man himself, Steve Murphy. Pleasure to meet you.” Steve put on a fake smile matching Kendalls, giving him a firm handshake, a silent standoff. The tension in the lobby was heavy between both men who disapproved of each other, both for their own reasons.

Kendall finally released from the handshake and turned to me pressing his lips together before speaking. “Could I grab you for a second Harper,” as if I had a choice in the matter, so much for trying to avoid him today.

“Yeah sure, Steve go ahead, I’ll meet you up there.” Steve furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any further though he wanted to, giving a curt nod and with that he left.

Kendall guided me to a quiet corner, his hand on the small of my back, I swatted his hand away weary of the people standing by. The last thing I needed was more rumours going around about me. People were just beginning to forget that I was the sad, pathetic woman whose fiance had an affair with her best friend. He stood across me, his face hard, jaw clenched, not saying a word

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.

“I thought you didn't go out for lunch? Fucking- with your, uh endless piles of work and what not?” he questioned crossing his arms together, eyes burning into mine.

“First of all not that it's even any of your business but I had some free time today. And secondly I couldn't say no to Steve, I owed him one.” I shrugged, putting on a front, even though he had caught me in my lie.

“Uh-huh. You owed him one?” he questioned, brows raised. Like this was an interrogation and I was some kind of criminal on the loose.

“Dont worry about it.” I sighed just wanting to be done with this already. “Okay if that is all, then I really have to get back.” I tried to step past him to leave, but he blocked my way, forcing me to stay put.

“No, actually I did want to ask you something.” He cleared his throat, a flash of nervousness breaking through his hard eyes. “I was wondering if you would accompany me to the charity gala tonight?”

“Oh.” I stared at him blankly. “Oh- actually uhm, I'm already going with someone else.” I made a mental note in my head to thank Steve and give him a massive kiss on the cheek, for saving me from having to be Kendall's date.

“Who?” he asked, as he shook his head in disbelief. “Is it that fucking- uh, stewart guy?

“It's Steve and like I said it’s none of your business.” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, before making my exit. “But I'll see you there.” I smiled over my shoulder, leaving him standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.

The rest of the day flew by, as I powered through work, knowing I had to leave early to prepare for the gala. On the way home I stopped by a boutique, deciding to splurge on a dress. I had to dress to impress if I was going to help Steve land some donations tonight. Picking out a dress took more time than I had intended, I wanted to look good tonight, not for anyone in particular. Though the thought of Kendall kept creeping its way into my mind, which gown would he like? I wondered if he preferred red or black. No this is not about him, I tried to convince myself that I wanted to look good, feel sexy, for myself and not for the approval of anybody else.

I rushed home cutting it close to 7 pm, I quickly showered and began getting ready. I decided to straighten my thick black hair which was a mistake as I was running short on time, Steve was picking me up at 8. I could already hear him complaining about my tardiness. I finished doing my makeup, adding a deep red lipstick. I slipped into my gown adjusting myself in the mirror. I had decided on wearing a black satin gown, with a deep plunge neckline. I can't remember the last time I put in this much effort for an event, or a person. I hated myself for caring so much about it. I heard my phone dinging alerting me that Steve had arrived.

Steve : Uber. Downstairs. Now. Hurry.

I hurriedly grabbed my valentino clutch, which I had thrifted when I first moved to the city, throwing my phone, cigarettes and lipstick in before scurrying out the door. I made my way out of the lobby and hopped into the uber greeting steve.

“God could you have taken any longer.” he sighed dramatically, checking the time. “It's 8:05, what time did we agree on?”

“Calm your tits, the dinosaurs can wait 5 more minutes.” I rolled my eyes, checking my makeup in my compact mirror.

Steve finally looked over, taking in my appearance. “You clean up well. It's almost like an episode of catfish, you went from 0 to 100 in the span of a couple hours.” he chuckled. “Who are you looking this good for?” he smirked.

“Your dad.” I smirked, laughing when I saw Steve scrunch his face in disgust.” No you’re right, I should've pulled up in sweats and glasses, that would really attract all the 70 year old men into emptying their pockets for you.” I retorted.

“Oh so you did all this for me?” He smiled, clutching a hand over his heart, wiping away a fake tear. “That's so kind of you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Shut up.” I swatted his arm. “Drinks are on you.”

We shortly arrived at the venue, it was bustling with people who were much more important than me, people who could step on me and nobody would even protest, because among them I was the floor they walked on. I looked around at the sea of women wearing designer dresses from fendi to dior as they clutched an arm around men almost triple their age. Steve immediately began mingling, or as he called it networking, dragging me along with him. He grabbed us 2 complimentary champagnes from the wait staff as he began speaking to an older gentleman.

“Mr Monroe, glad you could join us tonight. Where's the Mrs?” Steve greeted him as they shook hands.

“Oh you know Mrs Monroe, she was in the Bahamas last and now I'm hearing she's in Milan for fashion week. She won't rest until she bleeds me dry from all I’m worth.” He forced a tight smile. “And who's your lovely date here?” He asked, glancing over at me before dropping his eyes down to my chest, lingering there for a moment. The urge to vomit all over him was so strong, but instead I brought my hand to shake his instead.

“This is my dear friend Harper, Harper Aly.” Steve introduced me as the older man grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, with no consent whatsoever. My stomach churned at the thought of this married man assaulting my hand with his mouth. I quickly pulled my hand back to my side, forcing a laugh as Steve continued talking business.

This continued for another hour, we moved through the crowd of prehistoric men, buttering them up as they objectified me, raked their eyes up and down my body as they licked their crusty lips. I was on my 4th glass of champagne, but I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the night. Steve handed me his card as I made my way over to the bar. I waved a hand to the bartender trying to get his attention, but he was preoccupied serving the other 100 people gathered around. I found myself glancing around, hoping to see a familiar set of brown eyes. I was acting like a lovestruck teenager at prom hoping to lock eyes with her crush.

“What can I get ya princess?” I turned to put a face to the voice, shocked when I realised who it was. “Yes, take it in.”

“Oh uhm it's okay thank you. I got it.” I smirked, flashing Steve’s card.

“Roman fuck off and stop harassing the donor’s,” said the red head beside him. “Hi, Siobhan Roy.” She smiled politely, pushing past the shorter man to greet me.

“Oh hello, lovely to meet you. Harper Aly.” I smiled, clasping her hand, awkwardly shifting on my feet, feeling intimidated under her icy blue eyes.

“So what brings a fine piece of arm candy like yourself here tonight? Let me guess your sugar daddy promised you a new Birkin?” He smirked, as his eyes raked over my dress.

“Actually I'm here for work. And that is quite inappropriate coming from the co-COO of the company I work for.” I grimaced, not even trying to hide my disgust.

“Oh my god Roman, you're disgusting. Go hit on Gerri or something. I'm sorry about him, he has some deep rooted mommy issues.” Siobhan apologised for her brother.

“Fuck off, Shiv.” He snapped pushing past her to lean over the bar.'' Hey! Yoohoo bartender! Over here! Roman Roy here!” He yelled, getting the bartender's attention, as he frantically rushed over. “2 whiskey on the rocks and …..” he looked over at me, ushering me to order what I wanted.

“Oh no, its okay i can get my own-”

“Just fucking tell him what you want or you’re fired.” He said cutting me off with a devilish grin, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

“two gin and tonics, please and make it a double.” I reluctantly answered.

“See now, was that so hard.” He smirked. “Two gin and tonics for the lady and make it fucking quick, I don’t have all night.” He demanded as the bartender nodded and instantly began concocting our drinks.

“You can put away daddy’s card princess, I got this.” He said, his voice was low as he leaned into my ear. I looked around trying to find his sister who seemed to have him on a leash but she was engaged in a conversation with someone else. “Are you scared? I don’t bite.” He chuckled with dark eyes. “But no promises.”

“No I'm not scared, sorry if my repulsion has been misconstrued.” I replied with a scowl setting on my face.

“Ouch.” He chuckled. “Don't forget, I still own the company you’re at the bottom of princess.”

“Own? That's interesting, because last I checked you’re not Logan Roy. You're just a sad little boy fighting for daddy's attention. Begging him to notice you, oh please daddy, please let me take over." I mocked pleading with my hands together

“Dont fucking turn me on right now.” He joked, biting his lip.

“Oh my god you're so repulsive.” I laughed.

“Hey Rome, have you seen Kendall?” A brunette asked, cutting into our conversation.

“I dont fucking know maybe- have you checked the bathrooms? He's probably there snorting lines?” He shrugged casually.

“Rome. I'm serious.” She said, pressing her lips into a straight line. She finally caught my eye, brushing off Roman’s crude words, forcing a smile, silently looking over to him to introduce us.

“Uh yea sure- Rava, Harper Aly from waystar, I don’t know what the fuck she does there- I’m guessing janitor by her looks. Harper, Rava Roy, my brother's estranged wife.” He said flatly, before grabbing his drinks, throwing two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and with that he was gone— leaving me alone with kendall's wife? I stood there gobsmacked, processing the nuclear bomb Roman had just dropped on me. Kendall was married. Kendall was married when he kissed me on the roof.

I quickly excused myself, not wanting to seem rude to the woman whose husband I had been sneaking around with, behind her back. I grabbed Steve and I’s drinks from the counter, chugging them both down as I made my way through the hall. I passed a waiter discarding my empty glasses on the tray and grabbing 2 glasses of god knows what, before downing them. Feeling the alcohol burn down my throat, hoping it would bring me some solace. My mind was the aftermath of Hiroshima. I couldn't think straight, or even walk straight for that matter. How could I have been so fucking stupid, tears pricked at my eyes, as I rapidly blinked trying to fight them back. How could I have trusted so blindly, again. At last I spotted Steve sitting down at our table, I made my way over to him trying to swallow back the lump in my throat. Not wanting to raise concern and a million questions he would ask. I slumped down in the seat beside him.

“Hey, what took you so long? He asked, looking up from his phone. “And where's our drinks?” He frowned.

“Oh shit, yea- uh, the line at the bar was too long.” I muttered keeping my eyes glued to the table.

“What's wrong?” He asked, shit he knew me too well and could sense that something was wrong. “Did you see someone?” He studied the slight tremble in my voice, my flushed skin, my lips curled into a frown.

“No, nothing.” I shook my head vigorously, trying to seem convincing. “I'm just tired.” I offered him a weak smile, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight slur in my voice. He just stared at me, contemplating whether to push it or not but ultimately decided against it.

“Okay but just a heads up-,” he began, before getting interrupted by the screeching of a mic, as everyone rushed to be seated, the speeches were starting soon.

“What? I didn't hear you?” I slurred, looking up at him with heavy eyelids, at this point I’m sure he knew I was quite intoxicated as I propped my head up against my hand, trying to accommodate my dense head, now facing the consequences of trying to drown my sorrows in liquor.

He shook his head, disregarding it muttering something about it not being important. The wait staff made their way around to serve wine. I insisted they fill my glass to the brim, thanking them through batted lashes. I heard Steve mumbling something about bringing some water to one of the waiters.

“I think you should slow down.” He said, eyeing me as I continued to sip my wine. I chose to ignore him, until he forcefully took my half empty glass off me, handing it off to a passing waiter, cutting me off before I could protest. “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you decided to get to this level of drunk at a work event. But we need to make it through to the end of the night.” He scolded, as he handed me a glass of water. “You can have more wine after dinner.”

“Whatever dad.” I rolled my eyes but still sipped on the water.

The speeches dragged on, but I wasn't listening to a single word of it, instead my mind was heavy, weighed down by concrete thoughts of one of one man and his betrayal. How he had manipulated me, how he had convinced me he was good, different. How I let myself believe him so easily. Had I learned nothing? I continued to berate myself. I snapped out of my thoughts, as the last speaker made his way onto the stage, and there he was. The very man responsible for my mental anguish. His eyes met mine, twinkling under the spotlight as he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up mumbling to Steve that I was going to the bathroom. I stumbled my way out of the long hall, ignoring the questioning looks I was receiving.

I made my way to the bathroom, slumping over the sink, collecting my thoughts, as I stared into the mirror taking in my pathetic reflection. God, I was so embarrassing, letting Kendall affect me like this. Letting him slither his way into my life like black mould, silent but deadly. The realisation hit me hard - I was the other woman. I let him sweep me off my feet, like a fucking idiot, but maybe that was his plan all along. A challenge in his eyes, he found a wounded bird, nurtured it back to life only to shoot it down in the end for his own enjoyment. I scoffed at myself, spending more than I could afford on a gown for him, a fact I wouldn't even admit to myself let alone another soul. The anger simmered in me like a pressure cooker, ready to blow any second. My self pity was quickly replaced by foul, hot fury. Fuck him.

With newfound determination, I left the bathroom, determined to rid myself of Kendall's toxic presence. Yet, fate had other plans for me. As I made my way back towards the hall I collided with a broad set of shoulders.

“Oh- I'm so sorry-” I began to apologise but the words got cut off in my throat when I locked eyes with the attacker, my fucking ex-fiancé, Will. This was officially too much for one night. Without another word I turned on my feet and fled in the other direction, I needed to get away from him. What was he even doing here in the first place? I knew I was eventually going to bump into him one day, it was inevitable, but just why tonight? When I was barely hanging on by a thread. This must have been the heads up Steve was trying to give me.

“Harper please- just listen,” he pleaded, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, but I couldn't bear to hear it. The mere sight of him was enough to make me sick to my stomach. “Let me explain, you at least owe me that much.”

“Let you fucking explain yourself Will? No, you lost that privilege when you ended up in bed with my fucking maid of honour.” I snapped, trying to keep my composure, digging my nails into his skin, trying to claw him off me. “I don’t owe you shit. So please kindly, fuck off out of my life forever.” Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

“Harper, just listen- I'm ready to take my part of the blame.” His eyes were hard, nothing about them was apologetic as he tightened his grip around me. “But it took 2 people to breakdown this relationship-”

“Yeah, you and my fucking so called bestfriend.'' I spat, the endless liquid poison I had consumed amplifying my rage. My words seemed to cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of those around us. “Will I’m being so fucking serious, if you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’m going to fucking scream and make a scene right here, right now.”

“Everything okay here?” A voice boomed emerging from the depths of hell, before I could erupt. Of-fucking-course Kendall made his way over to join the party, just what was missing. “She said let go.” Kendall commanded, clasping a firm hand on Wills back, the noise echoed through the lobby, his presence adding fuel to the fire.

Will's eyes hardened as he pushed my arm out of his grasp, I tumbled back from the force, Kendall quickly steadied me bringing a hand to my waist, as Will sulked his way back into the hall. I ripped Kendall’s arm off me with a huff and began making my way outside, almost tripping, ignoring his calls from behind. I was beginning to get a tension headache, it was all too much now. My ex-fiance cornered me and tried to tell me I was to blame for his affair and to pile on top of that Kendall, my boss had involved me in an affair, while failing to mention he was married. The cold air nipped at my skin as I continued pacing, with no direction, but I couldn't stay there for a second longer. I felt suffocated with my thoughts.

“Harper, wait. Are you okay?” Kendall called out from behind me, jogging to catch up.

“Leave me alone Kendall.” I shouted picking up my pace, but it was hard to do so in my heels. He's the last person I wanted to see right now. I was a couple blocks away from the venue now.

“Just wait up- fuck. What's wrong?” He asked, concern etched on his face. I was so sick of people asking me that. No I’m fucking not fine, my life is falling apart at a rate so fast that I can’t even pick up the pieces and try to repair it. Each time I attempted to pick up one piece, three more came crashing down.

He grabbed my aching wrist, that had just been assaulted by Will in an attempt to stop me. I flinched sucking in a sharp breath and he immediately let go. “Did he hurt you?” His eyes were two angry black points, his fists clenched by his side as he watched me try to soothe the pain away, rubbing my wrist with my good hand.

“Did he fucking hurt me? What about you kendall?” I lashed out, jabbing my finger in his chest. “What about you? Oh but of course you would never hurt me right? Because you’ve convinced me that you're such a great guy, always coming to my rescue. Is that what you want to hear?” He shook his head trying to understand where my aggression was coming from, how long did he think he could keep up the lie for? How long did he think he could keep this from me? “Fuck off and have a nice life with your wife.” I turned around and took off again, not wanting to hear whatever explanation he was going to pull out of his ass.

“Harper- I can explain.” I heard his footsteps still following me, from a distance. The audacity he had to continue following me after I had caught him red handed. What was it with men tonight trying to explain all their fuck ups to me. First Will and now kendall.

“That's great, go tell your wife.”

“Harper please- just fuck- just wait a second.” He persisted, running ahead of me and planting himself in front of me, towering over me. “My wife and I-”

“Kendall, I don't want to hear it. And I honestly don't care what you have to say. Nothing is going to change the fact that you're married. There's nothing for you to explain. So please just go.” I said exasperated, letting out a deep breath, closing my eyes not wanting to even look at his face. Bitter tears escaped from the corners of my eyes as my lips quivered. I hated myself for crying, I didn’t want him to think I was hurt by him, it was tears of frustration encouraged by my drunken mind. “This was all a mistake. You were such a mistake.”

“Rava and I are separated.” He sighed, my eyes snapped open. “We've been separated for months.”

“That doesn't mean anything to me. You don't mean anything to me.” I said, looking away from him, crossing my arms over my chest shivering, as the wind picked up. I felt him gently place his blazer around my shoulders. “It doesn't matter if you're separated, Kendall, you still should have told me.” l said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hands.

“I thought you knew. Everybody knows.” He exhaled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair.

“It doesn't matter, because whatever this thing between us is, or was. It's done.” I sniffled, looking up at him with flaming eyes. His face was crumpled up like a used tissue, as the blood drained from his face, he stood still for a second.

“Do you really mean that?” His voice was heavy with regret. “Or are you just pushing me away because you're afraid?”

“Ofcourse I’m fucking afraid, I’m fucking terrified. Kendall in what world do we make it out of this on top? You are still my boss, this can't happen. Think about what people will say if they find out. Any accomplishment I've ever made will only be seen as because I was sleeping with the boss." I strained to explain, my voice cracking. “I've worked too hard to get to where I am. I've scraped my way up from the bottom. So I can't have this tarnish my reputation. Us even speaking right now is inappropriate, anyone could see this and report it to HR.” I didn't expect him to understand my predicament at all, he comes from money, I don't. We live in different worlds. His is full of private jet rides, maids, chefs, his biggest worry is trying to take over his father’s company. My world is subway rides, living off of cheap coffee and struggling to make rent each month.

“Harper, you don't have to worry about any of that, I promise you. I'll take care of you. I am HR, everything goes through me.” He argued softly grabbing my hands, his soft eyes boring into mine, the street lights illuminating them to appear a lighter haze colour. “If you want this, I can make it work. We can make it work.” Could we make it work? If he and his wife are separated, it still won’t be easy. Their lives will still remain entangled until they officially divorce. Will they even get divorced, what if they reconcile? The thoughts swirled in my head as I weighed out the pros and cons.

“I need another drink.” I muttered taking in his words.

“Alright, let's get you another drink then. Lets ditch this gala, I can't stand to be around those people anymore.” He smirked victoriously, leaning in to meet my lips.

“Not here.” I pressed my hands on his firm chest, even though I so desperately wanted him, the anger now simmering down in me. “And we can't be seen together in public. I don't need another scandal.”

“Okay.” He thought for a moment, I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find a way to keep me close to him. “Let's go back to my place, my chef can make us something to eat, since we're missing dinner.” I pressed my lips together, conflicted. Despite the allure of food and drinks, my heart pounded with uncertainty. The idea of returning to his place filled me with a sense of unease, a nagging voice of caution whispering in the back of my mind. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. My stomach churned with hunger, a reminder of the alcohol swirling in my system, clouding my judgement. Food did sound appealing, but the thought of being alone with Kendall in the intimate setting of his home made me shift uncomfortably. It felt like too much, too soon. As I hesitated, my mind drifted back to our kiss, replaying the moment over and over again in my mind, as it burned in my core. I longed for his touch, for the warmth of his embrace, despite the complications and risks.

“I also have a fully stocked bar.” He added, and all my nervous thoughts seemed to melt away. It was the final push I needed, the reassurance that I could drown my doubts in a haze of alcohol, numbing myself to the reality of our situation.

“Lead the way.” I nodded with a tentative smile

“My driver is around back.” He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and leading me to the car. He opened the door for me, “Ladies first.”

“You are so cringe.” I laughed sliding in, before he sat next to me, shutting the door behind him. He was pressed up beside me, arm now around my waist, hand resting on my hip, his knee squished against mine. He put the partition up.

He turned to me, his gaze lingering on the silk gown that clung to my curves. "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice soft and sincere. "The gown suits you perfectly."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me despite my efforts to remain composed. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened as he continued to study me, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and something else, something I couldn't quite place. "I've been wanting to tell you that all night, from the minute you stepped foot into the hall." He confessed. "When I was making my speech, I could barely focus seeing you sat there, looking like- like a fucking godess."

“So why didn't you say it to me before?” I pouted, hearing the words I had been longing to hear all night. Not from the million other people there, but from him.

“Because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if you were standing in front of me in that hall.” His voice was low, in my ear sending waves of heat down my spine, aching in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to control myself. He brought a hand to my jaw cradling it, “you're so fucking perfect.” He whispered, before crashing his lips into mine, the kiss was deep yet rough. He sucked my bottom lip as I let out a low moan, his hands roaming around my body like they had a fucking free pass, he squeezed my ass, earning another moan from me. The mixture of alcohol and lust in my system gave me the sudden confidence to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, battling with his tongue for dominance.

“Kendall-” I breathed against his lips. “Your driver- he’s- he’s gonna hear….” I trailed off as he began kissing down my neck, nipping and biting my sensitive skin, only stopping when the car was parked in front of his apartment building. He stepped out offering me a hand, which I accepted, trying to calm my thrashing heart.

We made our way into the elevator. “God, this fucking dress. Who did you wear it for?” He wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my ass, backing me up against the wall.

“I wore it for you. Nice lipstick.” I giggled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and sucking it, letting release slowly with a pop. He watched me intensely letting out a low groan. I gently grazed my wet finger against his swollen cherry stained lips, attempting to fade away the remainder of my lipstick.

“Fuck.” He sighed, his eyes were dark. “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”

He lead me out of the elevator, unlocking the door to his penthouse, leaning down to place a peck on my lips. He guided me to the kitchen. I was in awe of the size of it, covered in shining black marble, not a speck of dust in sight. Across from the kitchen, the sitting room had floor to ceiling glass windows wrapping around the entire length of the apartment. I stood there admiring the view for a minute.

“Shit I sent the chefs home tonight because I had intended to stay out for dinner.” Kendall sighed leaning against the counter, shooting me an apologetic look.

“It's okay. There was talk of a fully stocked bar no? Or was that a lie too?” I pouted, knowing that I needed something to calm the nerves in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, that I do have.” He laughed walking to the small bar area in the corner of the kitchen. There were endless shelves stocked with every type of spirit. Brands I couldn’t even pronounce, brands that I never even gave a second glance to in the liquor store, because I knew they were not in my price range. There was freshly cut lemons and limes, an ice bucket, a mini fridge stocked with mixers. So this is what heaven looks like. I climbed up over the counter, Kendall supporting my hips up to help lift me, I landed ungracefully on the other side with a thud. “What are you doing?” Kendall chuckled looking down at me amused.

I picked myself up, throwing a dish towel over my shoulder. “What can I get you?” I beamed at him.

“Fuck me, hottest fucking bartender ever.” He said with a crooked smile taking a seat on one of the barstools. “I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. When's your shift done sweetheart?”

“Sorry I don't date customers.” I winked, turning around to shovel some ice into a glass, grabbing one of the many bottles of expensive whiskey he had and pouring it in. I plonked a slice of lemon in it for a garnish. “And viola, here you are sir, your whiskey on the rocks.”

“Add it to my tab.” He smiled while taking a sip. ”And what will the beautiful lady be drinking?”

“Hmmm I’ve been drinking gin tonight, but why not spice it up with some whiskey.” I made myself a drink identical to Kendalls, taking a sip to admire my hard work and almost gagged as the corrosive liquid burned down my throat. “That is fucking horrible, how are you drinking it.” I gagged again, thinking it was a good idea to smell it and let it burn my nose too.

“Hey don't blame the drink, blame the bartender.” He shrugged. “Add some mixer, there's coke in the mini fridge.”

The coke made it a bit more bearable, but it still tasted like nail polish remover. I climbed over the bar again to seat myself on the barstool beside him. Taking another sip of my drink, scrunching my nose in disgust. “I don't know why you and your brother like this so much.”

“Oh so you met Roman?” He cocked an eyebrow. “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yea he's- uh interesting to say the least.” Thinking back to the gala, I remembered Steve. “Oh shit, the gala- I ditched my date- fuck. One second.” I frantically pulled my phone out seeing the endless messages from Steve asking if I was okay, and where I had gone. I let him know that I had a run in with Will and was back home safe and sound, before turning my attention back to Kendall who had a quizzical look on his face.

“So this date of yours, was it the guy who was harassing you?” He furrowed his brows, as he gripped his glass, the veins in his forearm almost bursting.

“Fuck no, my date was Steve. The guy outside….” I trailed off trying to put into less vulgar terms. “...was my ex-fiance.” I grimaced and tilted my head back and downed the remainder of my whiskey. Kendall watched mouth agape, reaching over bringing the bottle of whiskey and coke from the counter, realising this was a difficult conversation for me. “I don't even know what he was doing there.” I ran a hand through my hair, propping my elbow on the counter and resting my head against it. Kendall refilled my glass, which I thanked him for.

“Let me see your wrist.” He demanded, holding his hand out, gently inspecting the redness around my skin, he brought it to his lips kissing all over. I crossed my legs trying to stop the ache that had reawoken between my legs. He massaged my delicate wrist, I wished he would sooth my throbbing core like that. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” There was darkness in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, but his touch was so soft, making me want him all the more.

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my drink. “Not physically at least, so it's fine.” I waved it off, not waiting to dwell on Will's malignant existence any longer. “So uh, how much money did you raise tonight?” I cleared my throat changing the topic.

“No fucking clue.” He chuckled, as he refilled his drink. “My family is gonna be pissed that I ditched. You're a bad influence on me.” He teased.

“Me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “If anything you're a bad influence on me. You made me ditch poor Steve.”

“Uh-huh, well you shouldn't have gone with him in the first place.” He huffed frustrated. “If you went with me, I would have made sure no one came within a 10 metre radius of you, your glass would have never been empty, and nobody would dare let their eyes linger on you for more than a second if you were on my arm.” His cockiness was reappearing, except instead of my usual repulsion, it turned me on and I hated it. Hearing him talk like this was sweet music to my ears, making my insides dance.

“I'll keep that in mind for next time.” I felt my cheeks flush, partially from the alcohol but also from his possessiveness over me.

“So there’s gonna be a next time huh?” he grinned from ear to ear.

We continued chatting about general stuff like work, what our interests were, how life was going. Kendall getting deep and telling me about his family, his childhood, his goals in life. He pried, trying to get to know more about me and I reluctantly gave him a few short responses about my personal life. We ended up on the sofa, comfortably sat next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another. I leaned back in the seat resting my eyes, as the room began to spin slightly. Kendall took another swig from the bottle, we had long ditched our glasses on the counter. The conversation drifted back to our exes, I was too drunk to even hold back this time, as was Kendall.

He handed the bottle back to me. “Yea- being married fucking sucks so much.” He said throwing his arms up exasperated. “I fucking married the wrong person. But at the time, I was like fuck yea this feels fucking right.”

“Yeah- I like- really and I mean like really really dodged a bullet there. Like I’m like- not even mad about it. Fuck getting married.” I slurred, agreeing with him.

“100 fucking percent fuck marriage, it ruined me.”

“But like, you’re still uh married? Why? Just like get a fucking divorce?”

“It’s complicated. I want to and so does she, but it’s just- pass me the fucking bottle.” He closed his eyes, taking another gulp, not even phased by it. “But it’s just fucking hard.”

“What like- don’t tell me you’re still- like in love with her.” I asked, letting out an overly dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes.

“No- no, I mean- I do love her. I’m always gonna have love for her. I’ve known her for 15 fucking years. But I don’t know- I want her to be happy.” He sighed undoing his bow tie and collar. “But we are getting a divorce, that is definitely fucking happening.”

“Mhmm.”

“And fucking what about Bill? What’s his deal?”

“Ugh him again.” I laughed, not even bothering to correct Kendall. “I think you have a crush on him, you bring him up more than me.”

“Come on, you just heard about my failed marriage, stop being so fucking cagey.”

“Pass me the fucking bottle.” He handed it over to me and I took a swing of it, hissing as it made its way down my oesophagus. “Fine, what about him? We were together since I was like 19 or maybe 20 I think. Or actually maybe 18? I don’t know- I like met him in college. But I used to be a fucking idiot back then- like I’m talking crackhead level stupid. I made so many bad decisions he was definitely the fucking worst one.” I continued rambling. “It was good at first you know, he said what I wanted to hear, did what I asked of him.” I hiccuped between words, reliving my past relationship. “But at the same time like- it wasn’t?”

Yeah- for sure.” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa with his hands resting behind his head, looking over at me, his eyes barely open. “Young love, I think college is the real thing to blame. You know? That’s where I met Rava and you met what’s his face.”

“You’re so fucking right.” I gasped, his words making complete sense in my barely functioning brain. “Like college romance needs to be banned. Like stop fucking around and open like a book or something.” We continued talking about everything and anything, coming up with our own philosophies that were so illogical but they made sense to us. Between us we shared one singular brain cell, after consuming an unhealthy amount of whiskey.

Wanting to put my feet up on the sofa, I attempted to unbuckle the straps of my heels, but failed miserably. I let out an exasperated sigh, lying back on the sofa and stretching my legs, bringing my feet to rest in his lap. “Can you get these off please.” I whined almost knocking over the bottle of whiskey which I had carelessly left on his white sofa. He picked it up and placed it on the coffee table.

“Fuck- why is there so many fucking buckles.” He grumbled as he attempted to undo the singular buckle, concentrating like he was deactivating a bomb. He gave up and brought it up to his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, letting my aching foot free, his hot breath on my skin sent an electric shock up my leg. He did the same with the other foot. Before looking over to me with a sinister grin and started tickling me.

“KENDALL stop.” I shrieked sitting up, thrashing and kicking away his hands. Attempting to get my revenge I brought my fingers to his neck tickling him, as he squirmed under me, I was practically straddling him. He grabbed both my hands in his, realising the compromising position we were in, feeling him hardening under me, I grabbed his neck, closing the gap between us. He kissed me back with hunger, like he had been deprived of food and water for years. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His touch was more rough now, as his hands gripped and caressed my ass, kneading it like fine dough. He pulled me closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not so long ago lingering on his shirt. I began subconsciously grinding my hips against the tent in his pants, trying desperately to create some friction to soothe my throbbing centre. His warm hands slid under the skirt of my dress, rubbing them up and down my thighs, inching them higher each time. His fingers were getting dangerously close to my soaking panties, my breath hitched. Feeling my body tense against his, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Kendall ….” I said breathless, looking down, feeling embarrassment wash over me. “I- I haven’t done this in a while. Like in a really, really long time actually.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby.” He released my thighs, bringing his hands out from under my dress and cradled my chin, making me meet his gaze. Hearing the sweet nickname fall from his mouth turned me on even more.

“I’m just nervous.”

“Why? You don’t have to be nervous, I'll take care of you.” He pressed his lips to my temple.

“I’ve only been intimate with like one person.” I said shyly.

“You’re so fucking innocent baby.” He brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me to stop.” His voice is rich, frail, as he empathised. He pulled my body into an adorning embrace, holding me like I was made of glass

“No-no I want this. I want you. Can we just take it slow.” Yet the realisation was prominent, that there would be no going back, once I went through with it. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly, I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

His gaze relaxed moderately as he soothed his hands up and down my back, almost as if to assure himself of the words he had just heard. His lips met mine again, he got up from the sofa, hoisting me up, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to his room. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelmed me, my heart beating out of my chest. He gently placed me on the bed, lying me down on my back as he hovered over me, lips not leaving mine once. I traced his firm chest with my fingertips, drawing him into me. He began kissing down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a soft moan. Leaving a trail of kisses down to my cleavage. My dress shielded my breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.

He brought his delicate hands to the straps of my dress. “Can I take this off?” I nodded, no longer capable of getting any words out, my mind foggy with lust.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect baby.” He pulled down my dress, admiring my exposed breasts, the cold air quickly replaced by his wet mouth as he sucked on my nipple, twirling his tongue around, cupping my other breast, squeezing it tight. Swapping over to the other, placing sloppy kisses, pushing it deeper in his mouth savouring every inch of skin. My hands tugged at his hair as pleasure took over me.

“Kendall.” I gasped as he bit and nipped at my scorching skin. His free hand moved down from my hip to caress my inner thigh, ghosting over my panties. “Kendall please.” I begged, so needy for his touch, spreading my legs wider for him, grinding my hips up.

He unlatched his mouth from my breast. “Is this okay?” He locked eyes with me as his hand rubbed up and down over the soaked fabric.

“Yes- yes. I- it’s perfect.” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Suspense bubbled in me, he was going so painfully slow. He slid my panties to the side, gently and languildy his fingers expertly teased the swollen nub of my clit, rubbing soothing circles.

“Your so fucking wet baby. How does that feel?” He cooed, my mind couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. It felt so good, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long, I was so deprived. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” I sighed. “Feels so good Ken-“ the words got cut off in my throat as he moved his digits towards my slit.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was enjoying this, a lazy smile playing at his lips as he watched me squirm. His eyes burned into mine, seeing me so needy for him, so desperate for his touch. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Come on, use your words.” I should've known that he would make me beg, I should've known that he would be so good to me.

“Yes, please- please just-“ He pushed his middle finger inside my tight cunt. “Just like that.” I cried out as he pumped a finger in and out of me. My mind felt hazy, he added another finger, stretching me out, pumping faster now, curling his fingers as I let out a string of moans. I whined my disappointment as he removed his fingers from me, missing the fullness.

“I need to taste you, let me taste you.” He pleaded, getting on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He hiked my dress up to my waist, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down my legs, revealing my smooth freshly shaven pussy. I sat up feeling self conscious. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.” He murmured, pressing a hand down on my chest to lay me back down. “Let me take care of you.” He began kissing up my inner thigh, gripping his hands firmly around my hips holding me in place. He worked his way closer and closer, eventually leaning in ever so slowly and licked all the way up my slit, tasting me. My eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hot mouth on my clit, sucking it like a pacifier, the fuzz of his stubble tickling me lightly. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, I ran my hands through this hair grasping it softly as he continued lapping his tongue up and down my slit greedily, fucking me with his tongue. His tongue travelled lower and lower, gently grazing over my tight rosebud.

“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” He looked up at me.

“No.” I squirmed, he sensed my uneasiness.

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” He asked circling his tongue around my wrinkled rosebud again, it felt fucking good, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yes, please- please make me feel good.” I begged between gasps. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, to give himself more access as continued to worship my tight pink bud. The sensation felt different, unlike anything I had experienced before but it felt so good. His index finger rubbed soothing circles around my pink hole.

“Do you trust me?”

I looked down at him, seeing his face buried between my thighs. “Yes- yess fuck I do Kendall.” I panted.

He opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall down and pool down on my rosebud and slid his finger into my tight hole. “Just relax baby.” He murmured.

“Kendall.” I whimpered at the foreign sensation, it hurt so good. My quivering walls grasped his finger tightly at first adjusting to the intrusion, but soon his finger glided deep in my ass. I was grinding my hips against him, my aching cunt deprived of his attention. I needed him everywhere all at once. He brought his face back to my dripping pussy, devouring me, sucking every crease, crevice and fold before latching onto my clit again. He alternated between fast and slow flicks of affection, using his free hand to pump 2 digits in my dripping wet cunt.

Hearing the sounds of his wet tongue on me continued building up the pressure in my lower abdomen, getting tighter and tighter. My senses heightened and my hands desperately fisted the bed sheets, sweat sheening my brow. “You're so close aren't you sweet girl? Cum on my face.” His dirty talk, sending me over the edge, my back arching into him.

“Oh fuck- Kendall.” I choked out throwing my head back, eyes rolling to the back of my head. My mind exploded in a white, pleasure filled haze as the sensations from his relentless assault on my clit and his finger plunged in my forbidden orifice all while simultaneously pumping 2 digits in my cunt. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, grinding my hips against his face, I rode out my high. Legs trembling, my ass spasmed clenching around his finger as he continued to fuck me though my orgasm, he hummed in satisfaction against my clit. He removed his hands from me, placing one final tender kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jump.

He brought his face back up to my crimson cheeks and eyes glossy. He caressed my face as I panted for air, my chest heaving. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, stroking my hair, as I came down back to Earth. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, making me taste myself against his lips.

I regained some composure bringing my shaky hands up and palming at his hardness through his pants. “Fuck.” He groaned burying his head into my neck. I hastily undid his belt buckle, he helped me shimmy his trousers and boxers off, his cock sprung out bouncing against his stomach. I wriggled out from under him, flipping us over to straddle him, rubbing my wetness against his dick. “Fucking so good baby.” He sat up, undoing my zipper with a quick motion of his fingers and tossing my dress over his shoulder. I was fully exposed now, I felt so naked, so bare in front of him as I covered my face with my hands, feeling so small. He brought my hands down, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You just came on my face, don't get shy on me now.” He smirked.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and threw it on the ground. Bringing my fingers to his thick cock, a few veins ran up his shaft, the swollen pink head dripping with precum at the sight of me. I started pumping him, locking eyes with him as I spat down on his cock for some lubrication, he hissed grabbing my hips tightly. A surge of courage took over me, pushing him down on the bed, I lifted my hips hovering over his cock, I grabbed it rubbing it up and down my slit, he gaped up at me. I lined it up against my entrance, ready to lower myself on him, he held my hips in place stopping me.“You want to ride me? Are you sure Harper? You don't have to.” His eyes grew with concern.

“No, I want to Kendall, I want to ride you. Just- please- just let me ….let me make you feel good.” I whined, he sighed agreeing, keeping his eyes on me as I lowered myself down on him, he was so much bigger than Will, so much thicker, I could only take him a little at a time. Soft moans left my mouth as I was half way down his cock, his firm grip on my hips being the only thing keeping me up right, stopping me from crumbling down, as the sensation of his thick cock mixed with the alcohol pulsing through my blood was making me feel lightheaded.

“You're doing so good.” He groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes. “So good baby, taking my cock so well.” He let me work at my own pace as his breathing quickened slightly. “I know you can take me, all of me.” I lifted up off him again, and sank back down, taking all of him, the stretch was far too intense. He was so deep in me, I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimpers, silent tears streaming down my face, as I clawed at his chest. My lips unintentionally curled into a slight frown. “Fuck- are you okay Harper.”

“Fuck- yeah I’m fine you’re just- just a lot to take.” I whimpered, looking down at him through heavy eyelids, trying to adjust to his length and girth, but I could barely move at this angle without feeling the sting of pain. He swiftly flipped us over, cock still engulfed deep in me as my head crashed onto the soft pillows.

“It’s okay baby, let me take care of you.” He murmured, between soft kisses on my trembling lips. “I’ll be so gentle.” He reassured me, showering my face with kisses, his thumb wiping away stray tears from my cheeks. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed in a shallow breath, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck.

He pulled out of me, sinking back in me ever so slowly. “Fuck your so tight.” He hissed. I cried out, feeling so full again. His balls rested against my core with his cock sheathed all the way in, I took in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the burning away. I could feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside me. “You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good.” He groaned in my ear, his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back for me. He pulled all the way out again and plunged back in a few more times, letting my walls accommodate him. Careful not to thrust, taking his time, being so patient, so gentle just like he promised.

“Kendall, please.” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back, the pain melted away, pleasure overtaking me as the tip of his cock, hit a spot deep in me, igniting a fire that only he could put out. My walls were practically pulsing around him now, begging for more.

“What is it baby?” He asked, searching my eyes.

“Fuck me.” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. After gaining my approval he sighed in relief and thrusted his cock in me roughly, at a brutal pace. My eyes flew open, I gasped digging my nails into his biceps. His fingers dug into my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper, quivering under him. “Feels so good Ken.” I moaned in his mouth, at some point our lips must have entangled again. His eyes never leaving mine, praises of encouragement falling from his lips.

“You look so good taking my cock, sweet girl.” Overwhelmed, my body trembled with each thrust, stretching me out, the waves of pleasure flooding me whole, coursing through me. Broken breaths paired with his name fell from my lips, parted slightly.

His cock dwelled deeper in me, my taut muscles milking his cock. “Listen to the sounds you're making, baby.” The sounds my cunt made each time he pumped in, they were so sinful, so wet. “You’re so wet for me baby.” Hearing the word baby fall from his lips made me even wetter.

“Mhmm.” I let out a string of embarrassingly loud moans, not being able to find a singular word in the English language to describe the euphoric feeling. He jerked faster, his cock throbbing in me, twitching pulsating, muffled moans scattering his breath. His sizeable dick sliding into my wetness with ease now, like he fucking owned it.

My breasts bounced under him, as he fucked me mercilessly his cock splitting me inch by inch, it felt so good I was seeing stars. He pressed his face to my chest, placing sweet kisses, tasting my salty skin, kissing back up my neck. “I need more.” I moaned, as he continued pounding into me. He released one of his hands from my hips and brought it to my touch starved clit, rubbing aggressive circles. I was in complete bliss as I felt my orgasm build. “Don't stop.” I begged. His balls slammed against me with each thrust.

“Ken I’m-”

“Fuck- me too,” sweat beaded across his forehead, as his skin flushed pink. “Cum for me baby, you've been so good, you deserve it. You're so fucking good for me.” Hearing his praise sent me over the edge again, as I let out incoherent moans and gasps. He groaned as I dug my nails into him, drawing blood. He drew back, balancing on his knees, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he fucked me relentlessly, with harsh thrusts as I rode out my high clenching around his unforgiving cock. I practically sobbed feeling each curve of his cock as he buried himself deeper into me, tears pricking my eyes. He let out a haggard breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, collapsing on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I ran my hands through his hair soothing him as his chest heaved against mine.

“Fuck.” He rolled off me to lay beside me, he cradled my jaw, pressing a tender kiss on my lips. “You're fucking amazing.” He got up leaving the room and returned in his boxers carrying a damp towel. He gently grazed my skin, cleaning up his mess. He was doing exactly what he said he would, taking care of me. He dabbed the towel over my abused cunt, I winced feeling the soreness his girth left behind. “Sorry. Do you need anything?” His eyes softened.

“Water please.” I rasped, smiling as he scurried off. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, not even the man who claimed to love me. I retrieved my panties bunched up on the ground, sliding them on before throwing on Kendall’s button down. He returned with a cold bottle of water, leading me back to the bed, he drew the comforter back, pulling me under with him. I winced again coming in contact with the mattress. I pressed the water bottle between my legs, trying to soothe the stinging.

Kendall’s brows furrowed in concern, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turning to face me. “Fuck- sorry, was I too rough?” He asked with apologetic eyes.

“No, no you were perfect.” I let out a small laugh, seeing him get so worried about me. “She’s just out of practice.” I said gesturing down to my core.

“Is there anything I can do?” He glanced down at the water bottle. “To uh, help her I guess.”

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Uh, okay so thank you for the lovely evening, but I like- have to get going now.” I sighed, slithering off the bed, trying to keep my weight off my pelvis. I stood up, my legs still wobbling from the aftershocks of the not one but two ground shattering orgasms I received.

“What? No, you don’t have to leave. Stay.” Kendall sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips pulling me into him from behind, his cheek resting on my ass, before I could leave.

“I can’t, Kendall we both have work in the morning and I certainly can’t fucking wear last night's dress in.” I argued, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you showed up to work everyday in that dress.” I felt him smiling against me.

“Kendall seriously…” He pulled me down onto his lap gently placing a hand between my legs, cupping around my soreness, relieving some weight off it. My back was pressed against his firm chest, as he rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow.” His chuckle vibrated through my entire body. “Please just stay, you're drunk and walking like Bambi. Just let me take care of you Harper.” How could I say no to his sweet words? I begrudgingly agreed and got back under the covers with him, he kept his arms around me, holding me close.

“You’re impossible.” I rolled my eyes.

“I always get what I want.” He smirked.

“Oh I need to go get-" I shifted taking his arm off my waist

“What? What do you need? I'll get it.” He cut me off. “You stay here and rest.” His tone was stern.

“My phone.” I said sheepishly.

And without another word he rushed off again, returning moments later with my clutch in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He put it between my legs holding it in place, I closed my heavy eyelids sighing in relief. “You're so good to me Ken” I whispered resting my head on his chest before dozing off.

“You deserve it and so much more baby.”

Chapter 4 and onwards

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waste my time (chapter 1)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1628

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/108152808

a one night stand with endless consequences.

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heads up theres a little bit of smut in this chapter

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one thing no one tells you about harvard; the BU parties are always much more fun.

maybe it was the fact that no one knew who my family was when i was under the dim lights of any of the shitty frat house basements on BU’s frat row, maybe it was the fact that trashy tequila always tastes better when its free. who knows? regardless, i was spending another friday night lurking in this sweaty, sticky, hazy, death trap. another weird BU holiday meant an excuse to go on a bender, who cares if i didn’t actually go there.

i melted into the dingy couch, pulling the pen out of my pocket and taking a hit.

“can’t smoke cigarettes like the rest of us?” a voice said, dropping onto the empty space next to me.

“who says i dont?” i said, turning my head to the right and blowing smoke in the mystery mans face. “maybe i have manners and don’t wanna smoke in a strangers basement.”

“a harvard girl with caring about what BU fratholes think of her? thats a first.” he scoffed.

“yeah well maybe i dont wanna get blacklisted from these things.” i replied, beginning to get annoyed by his cockiness.

“sweetie, with that face you could get away with anything.”

“oh really?” i questioned as i leaned my head on the back cushions and turned my body towards him.

“really.” he stated, plucking the vape from my fingers and bringing it to his lips.

“do you do this with every girl?”

“only the ones i wanna fuck.” he said, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“should’ve lead with that.”

“can’t blame me for trying to do it the old fashioned way.”

“whatever.” i replied, standing up and reaching to grab the vape from the mystery man’s hand. letting my fingers linger on his palm until he closed the gap and engulfed my hand in his. i rested my knee on the cushion between his knees, pulling his hand onto my hip and leaning down to smash my face onto his.

“bold.” he whispered. “i like it.”

“don’t make me regret this.”

“trust me sweetie, this is gonna be the best night of your life.”

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an hour later i found myself sweaty and exhausted in my bed. the mystery man’s head peeking out from between my thighs, and my fingers tangled in his hair.

he planted a kiss on the inner side of my leg, readjusting his grip on the underside of my knees. slowly inching towards my entrance. almost taunting me with how much he knew i wanted this. “may i?” he asked, looking up at my with a devilish stare.

“this is the second time you’re going down on me tonight alone, i think we’re past the point of needing to ask shit like that.” i giggled, releasing one of my hands from his hands to cover my mouth during my sudden burst of joy.

“just wanted to make sure.” he replied before diving into me, burying his face in my pussy.

“oh shit.” i moaned as his tongue began rhythmically flicking at my clit. in perfect time with whatever classical piece he was composing in his head. the mystery man was mozart and i was his piano, our moans coming together to create a symphony of sounds. i released his curls from my grip, reaching down and digging my nails into his shoulder as i reached my peak.

the mystery man’s hands moved from my knees to my hips, holding my entrance to his lips and preventing me from shaking after the mind melting orgasm i’d just been subjected to. he lifted his head from the valley between my legs and sat up, the dim lights illuminating my room reflecting on the shine (no doubt because of what i’d just splattered on him) on his lips and nose.

i outstretched my arms, beckoning him to close the gap between us. “babe.” he said, before wiping what was left of me off his face. “i’ll only be a minute.”

“whatever.” i muttered before flipping onto my side and reaching for my phone.

“and here i thought we were gonna keep this discreet.” he said, standing up and hobbling towards the doorway.

“i don’t kiss and tell.” i scoffed, plastering on a mock offended face. “if you really must know i was checking the news.”

“what could be so pressing at two in the fucking morning.” he half yelled from the bathroom.

“it’s nothing.” i shouted back, plugging my phone in and outstretching my arms as he returned to the doorway. in all of his naked glory and a damp washcloth in his hands. “you really don’t have to.” i insisted as he began peeling apart my legs, in a nonsexual but very hot way.

“i don’t know what the other guys you’ve been with are like sweetie,” he said. “but this isn’t optional.”

my breath hitched as the cool cloth hit my skin, the mystery man gently running it against every area he attacked earlier.

after thoroughly cleaning my body he returned the towel to its place in my bathroom and began slowly slipping back into his clothes.

“stay.” i begged, reaching my hand out to grasp his.

“babe.” he said, hooking my pinky with his pointer finger. “i wish i could.”

“early morning?” i asked.

“breakfast with my roommate.” he replied, leaning down to kiss my knuckles. “can we raincheck round two?”

“more like round four.” i muttered. “but sure, i’ll see you around? hopefully?”

“i thought this was a one night stand, don’t tell me i was so good you’re just waiting for me to court you.”

“in your dreams, i just wanna keep my options open that’s all.”

“i’m sure we’ll find each other again gorgeous.” he said, kissing my forehead before turning towards the exit. floating away as if he was a figment of my imagination and lingering in my dreams as a slowly fell asleep.

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his presence lingered when i woke up in the morning. from the sheets- stained with our sweat and desperation- to the rug- slightly wrinkled from how we hastily ripped each others clothes off the second we entered my room. i instinctively reached to the opposite side of the bed, expecting to hit an unconscious man, and came up empty.

shit. i thought, remembering our conversation from hours before. quickly being interrupted by the alarm blaring from my phone rested on the bed side table.

“brunch with kendall.” glowing from the screen, sending a shooting pain through the middle of my head.

a hangover? are you fucking kidding me. i didn’t even drink that much. i complained as i mentally berated my body for deciding to give me an ear splitting headache on today of all days.

i pulled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, a bit shocked when i realized i was completely naked. the sub par heating in my dorm doing nothing to keep me from freezing. yanking the medicine cabinet behind the mirror open and clutching fistfuls of asprin to shove down my throat, i tried to recall anything distinct about the man from the night before. i knew he lived on campus, and that he was a business major. everything but his name.

who are you, mystery boy. i thought as i sluggishly dug through the piles of clothing scattered across my room, looking for anything comfortable to wear to breakfast. eventually settling on the first pair of sweatpants that didn’t smell like they’d been sitting on the ground for a week, or weed, and a very obvious turtleneck. neither was what i wanted to smell like this morning.

a second alarm went off from somewhere in my room, reminding me that i needed to leave in the next 20 minutes if i wanted to be on time. i scrambled around to find my phone, grab sunglasses, and a beanie to cover the unfortunate sex hair from the night before.

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“little sis.” kendall smirked as i sauntered up to the table, mere feet from the entrance of the cafe.

“jesus kendall did you seriously have to choose a seat outside?” i droned, reluctantly sitting in the chair parallel to him.

“what?” he joked. “you don’t love the weather this time of year.”

“whatever.”

“i’m just teasing.” he said, waiving down the waiter for a refill on his coffee. “long night?”

“something like that.” i muttered.

“i can tell.” he chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. “that turtleneck is totally inconspicuous. pair that with the hat and you look like any other college kid.”

“fuck off.” i said, kicking him in the leg under the table. “you’re just jealous that i’m getting more action that you.”

“in your dreams.”

“asshole.”

“nympho.”

“limp dick.”

“whatever.”

“oh my god!” i exclaimed. “you aren’t even gonna deny it.”

“sorry that i don’t want you knowing what goes on with my junk.”

“were twins dick for brains, i had to live next to your junk for nine fucking months.”

“maybe stop talking about my dick, my roommates supposed to get here soon.”

“your mysterious and totally real roommate.” i scoffed, rolling my eyes and casting a shadow of doubt over his words.

“yeah my very real roommate.” he said, flicking his chin up to a figure behind me. “stewy my man, you were taking so long i thought you got lost.”

“calm down princess, i got here eventually didn’t i?” he said slinking into the chair between me and my brother.

holy fuck, i thought. there’s no way this is happening. lifting my head to meet his eye line, the brown eyes i’d stared into for hours the night before looking right at me.

i just fucked my brothers fucking roommate.

#succession fanfiction #stewy hosseini fanfic #stewy hosseini #succession #stewy hosseini x fem! oc #stewy hosseini x reader #kendall roy #shiv roy #roman roy #connor roy #logan roy #gerri kellman #frank vernon #kendall roy x sister oc #shiv roy x sister oc #roman roy x sister oc #connor roy x sister oc #logan roy x daughter oc

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vexic929 · 1 month

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🐑 angst, field first aid, Jason/Jessie Todd Needs a Hug, found family

Jessie x Gabi or Rowan or Roy in her early Red Hood days!

Jessie sort of has this ragtag team of outlaws but she's still trying to do everything herself because she's stubborn and young and trying to prove herself, her outlaws are off doing their own thing in whatever mission they've taken on and Jessie encounters the big bad

instead of calling her team for help, she foolishly decides to try to take them down herself (and honestly, she probably could later on but this is early days still) and she gets her butt handed to her, resulting in her having to call her team despite her insistence on handling it herself

Gabi/Rowan/Roy come to her rescue and patch her up right there while telling her she's a dumbass and there's a bit of a romantic moment before Bizarro and Apollo show up and break it

#four of the characters mentioned don't even have character pages yet but it's fine lol #practically-an-x-man #practically an x man #vexic answers #vexic lives #vexic ocs #jessie todd #gabi logan #rowan wilson #e63 roy harper #e63 bizarro #apollo of bana mighdall #ask game

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theroyfamtherapist · 11 months

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“This is my crown

Not Dad's or Marcia's

Not Connor's or Kendall's

Not Roman's and sure as hell not Shiv's

I will win

The crown is mine„

- Edward Roy

#edward roy #connor roy #kendall roy #logan Roy #shiv roy #roman roy #taking the crown #succession oc

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failbaby · 2 years

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I’ve seen quite a bit of debate about whether the Roys would be household names in the succession universe and my answer is not really, but I do think that they would be a popular topic on tumblr specifically because bad or embarrassing things happening to rich people is one of our favorite forms of entertainment. A single day of Roy news would be like the birth of X-Æ-a12, the Jeff Bezos divorce, and Trump getting Covid all rolled into one

#oc #in the succession universe Logan has his aneurysm the same day Destiel goes canon #it’s referred to as destiel/ravenhead/Logan Roy night

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gregory-meowse-md · 1 year

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Dramatic music as Logan pisses on the carpet

#succession #oc #logan roy

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envihellbender · 1 year

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Logan is far too busy to use his invitation to New York’s fat gentleman’s club, but is furious when he finds out Connor/Kendall are using it in his stead.

Characters: Kendall Roy, Logan Roy (Succession), Ulrich (OC - mentioned)

Content: obese Kendall, obese Logan, extreme obesity, sexual harassment reference, sexual assault reference, feedee/feeder, immobile blob, rich fatties

Kendall waddled into Logan Roy’s office awkwardly, his chest heaving with every step as he used his cane to stead himself. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be. His father simply watched him as he entered, his eyes boring into him as he lowered himself awkwardly into the chair opposite his dad’s desk, leaning on his cane and wheezing as he did so. The seating in his dad’s office were specifically made for people bigger than Kendall but he still found the arms dug into his plentiful thighs. He attempted to shuffle, feeling his shirt and trousers straining against his adipose and the chair beneath him protesting. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment as his father stared at him, slouched and with one bloated hand in front of his face. Logan was a few hundred pounds heavier than Kendall, reclining in his fat like it was a throne. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, contorting his bloated cheeks strangely around his eyes as his plump lips formed a scowl.

“Dad. Why am I-” Kendall began visibly confused by the angry silence.

“So. Where did you go last night?” Logan interrupted. Kendall frowned in confusion taking a moment to reply.

“What do you- I don’t know- went out for a few drinks. Nothing special.”

“Oh? Where did you go?” Logan pressed further. Kendall knew he was onto something he couldn’t figure out what.

“Just you know… Dad, why are you-”

“Didn’t happen to visit a certain Gentlemen’s Club?” The moment Logan finished his sentence dawning comprehension filled Kendall’s bloated face. He cleared his throat as he avoided looking at his father.

“I- Why would you-” He stammered awkwardly before he was loudly interrupted.

“I had a phone call this morning. From Ulrich. You know. The owner.” Logan stared as his son, waiting for an argument or explanation. Kendall stared at his swollen knees, he was too anxious and embarrassed to say anything and he found himself suddenly unable to breathe. “Nothing you wanna say? Fine. He’s not happy with how you’ve been groping one of his favourite pets. Which… I always had Roman pegged as the faggot.”

“I didn’t- I haven’t been-” Kendall stammered before clearing his throat. “Ulrich’s made a mistake I haven’t touched, Kit.”

“On a first name basis with the merchandise, huh?” Logan pointed out, causing Kendall to give a sharp intake of breath. Stupid mistake, he thought.

“I… I just- it’s not what you think.” Kendall leant on his cane to push himself forward slightly, hunching over his gigantic shoulders and pushing his fat neck roll forward.

“Personally I don’t care if you’ve been bending the bastard over the table and slamming your chubby little cock into him.” The vulgarity of Logan’s speech usually didn’t throw Kendall in the slightest, but right now it caused his chest to tighten in humiliation. “But you’ve been using my fucking name, my fucking membership, to get in. That’s when it becomes a fucking problem.”

“I- well I couldn’t- couldn’t get one for myself and-” Kendall said in quiet panic. He hated how he did this, outside of this room he felt far more confident. His father had a way of making him feel like a pathetic, useless child.

“Fuck off,” Logan snapped gruffly. “I don’t care. You’re using my name to Lord over some fag and pissing off a good friend of mine.”

“Since when is Ulrich your friend?” Kendall pressed in confusion. The only reason he assumed he’d get with it was precisely because of Ulrich’s fraught relationship with Logan.

“Not the fucking point, Kendall.” Logan shook his head and sighed in irritation. “Christ, look in your own fucking time I don’t care if you’re buying pretty boy hookers and snorting coke off their dicks. Just don’t use my fucking membership, name, and reputation to do it. Understand?”

“Loud and clear, dad,” Kendall mumbled with a nod. He pushed himself up off the chair with his cane as support.

“Good. Because next time I’ll offer you up to fucking Ulrich as an apology.” Logan’s threat hung in the air and Kendall tried not to fixate on it too much. He honestly had no idea if his words were empty or not, and he found the loud footsteps his girth made as the glass door shook in its pane far more grounding and rewarding.

#obese Kendall roy #obese Logan roy #envi writes #fat fiction #extreme obesity #Ulrich oc #succession #fanfic #fatfic

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saturneaten-archived · 2 years

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the amount of pictures of anne hathaway and jeremy strong make me yearn so hard for her to be in succession.

this is the face of the woman who can make kendall roy smile more.

#❝ ☼ ( 𝕺𝔒ℭ ) ╱ * logan roy number one hater .#{ who's gonna give me an oc with her fc? }

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peedeeseel · 3 days

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nobody look at me err haha! self ship with logan.... who on earth would do that 🤡

#loben #logan roy #succession #self insert x canon #oc x canon #self ship art #what can I say.... Im an old man enjoyer

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makemoneyonline247 · 1 year

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Joining Gift Card Award

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hunzzzzz · 3 months

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Fight for you - chapter 2 : Fighting myself

Kendall Roy x original female lead

Themes : slow-burn / enemies to lovers

The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my cluttered desk as I stepped into my office. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had been dreading coming in, the lump in my throat was drying out my lungs. After the previous night's humiliation, I had spent all night drafting up my resignation letter, just incase. I had to play it smart and be two steps ahead of Kendall Roy. He was known for being ruthless, I had heard a recent rumour that he shutdown an entire business, Vaulter. After convincing all the employees to not unionise, and promising them he would save the company. All for what? Just to fire them all on the spot. He did that without a care in the world, what would happen to all those people? Left stranded, betrayed, how would they get by? To think that they trusted him. I felt like a fool, opening up to someone so cruel and heartless. My stomach churned at the thought of everything I had told him. My mind was racing, scrambling, trying to weigh out my options. What if he uses it against me? I wouldn't put it past him.

I loathed that man with all my heart. I hated his entire existence, he strided around the building with such entitlement. His entire persona exerted “I’m fucking rich and I get what I want.” He wouldn't know what hard work was even if it crept up behind him and bit him in the ass. He had everything handed to him in life. Money; his position at the company; his status; his team of yes men that followed him around, endorsing all the bullshit spewing out of his mouth. He had his own head shoved so far up his own ass, to even try to comprehend that nobody in this entire building, all 43 floors, from the doorman to his own father— nobody respects him. His own cockiness mistaking him into believing that he’s in on the joke, but when in fact— he is the joke.

I paced around my office, trying to practise the speech I would give as I was handing my notice to Lisa, my department head. “Lisa, I appreciate the guidance you have provided me during my time here at Waystar and Royco. You have been a wonderful mentor, taking me under your wing….”. I muttered to myself. My neck snapping towards the door every time I heard someone walking past, to say I was on edge was an understatement.

My office phone rang blaring through my thoughts, I hastily picked it up with trembling hands. “Harper, my office, 2 minutes,” crackled through the line. With a sense of determination burning bright within me, I made my way to her office, each step heavy with the weight of uncertainty. Straightening my skirt over to smooth out any creases, attempting to dry my palms which were profusely sweating. It's okay, I'm okay with this, change is good. Jobs are temporary, I’ll find another job. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. Whatever Lisa wanted to discuss, I was prepared to face it head-on.

As her office came into view I could see someone sat across from her, through the glass walls. But I didn't have time to be nosy, there were more pressing issues at hand, like losing my job. I gave a weak knock, and stumbled in as she ushered me in with a motion of her hand. “Listen Lisa before you even say anything, can i please just explain-” I began rambling before being cut off by a familiar voice.

“Uh- maybe let's start with a hello, how are you first?” My eyes darted to the man sitting across from Lisa, a smug smile playing at the corners of his lips. My stomach dropped at the sight of him, resentment bubbling up inside me like a tempest ready to unleash its fury. I prepared to accept my fate. Kendall Roy had definitely come in here to complain to Lisa about my incompetence, or how I spent company time on the roof smoking. Or maybe he told her I'm mentally unstable and need to be terminated immediately. There is no telling what this man is capable of, he practically owns the company. “This ones eager, huh Lisa.” He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes that she is,” Lisa beamed back at Kendall, unaware of the turmoil going on in my mind. “Harper, this is Mr. Roy, as you know. Mr. Roy, this is Harper Allison, one of my best.” Lisa said, gesturing towards Kendall with a forced smile, meaning she wanted me to shake his hand. Working with Lisa over the years had made us telepathic, on many silent ques. I pursed my lips, trying to express to her, that I would rather slam my hand in a car door than shake this man's hand. She furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding, her soft eyes turning into a glare.

I forced a polite smile, my eyes locking with Kendall's for the briefest of moments. But beneath the surface, a storm raged, a silent battle of wills that threatened to consume us both. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Roy.” I forced out, through gritted teeth, sticking out a limp hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Ms Aly.” His face morphing into a sinister grin, clasping my hand in a firm handshake. Is he trying to be funny? What the fuck is his angle, why did he show up here, if not to fire me? What business does he have showing up to the ninth floor on a random Thursday. I’m pretty certain it's his first time here too, he’s too busy to care about the marketing of our upcoming projects.

“Harper take a seat,” Lisa said, motioning towards the empty sear beside Kendall. I hesitated for a moment, my gaze flickering between Lisa and Kendall, before reluctantly obeying her command. “Mr Roy wants to discuss some things with us about your project.” I had learned from a young age to always expect the worst possible outcome in every situation, and just to my luck life always gives me the worst.

Kendall leaned back in his chair, his eyes burning into the side of my head. “Yeah- sure so look I love what you guys are doing here. I do- I really do. Great stuff all around.” He explained. “And you know with the upcoming release of Avengers: Reunite, I just wanted to check in. You know, I got a special place in my heart for this franchise. It's my baby.” I didn’t believe a single word coming from his mouth, this was some kind of sick power play, to try and control me; possibly even blackmail? “So just keep me in the loop with all upcoming marketing strategies or press. I fucking want this movie to do numbers” He wrapped up his bullshit speech dripping with false sincerity

“That’s absolutely no problem, Harper is running point on that, it's her baby too.” Lisa responded jokingly. “She can brief you on it. She's been putting in a lot of work, I guarantee you won't be disappointed.”

“Yea no for sure. I'll help you raise it.” He chuckled, turning to look at me once again, eyes gleaming. But I kept my eyes set on Lisa shooting daggers. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of whatever reaction he was expecting from me. “In fact, I have 30 now, we could uh-chat, yeah?” He asked, as if I had a choice in the matter. I could feel steam coming out of my ears as I gripped the handle of the chair, fingers turning white.

“Yes of course.” I nodded, my jaw clenched tight as I struggled to maintain my composure. Counting to 10 in my head to stop myself from, saying something that might actually get me fired, for good this time.

After wrapping up with Lisa, Kendall took it upon himself to follow me to my office for the “briefing”. I swiftly got up and began power walking, Kendall trailed behind me, his presence felt like an oppressive weight, suffocating me.

“So where's your office,” he asked. I could sense his arrogance, his entitlement, as if he owned the very air we breathed. His words dripped with condescension, as he casually stuffed his hands in his pockets, a stark contrast to my tense posture. He gawked, looking around the new environment, clearly never having stepped foot on a floor so beneath him. He was used to his throne on the 43rd floor, overlooking the rest of us peasants. I continued pacing ahead ignoring him, sharply turning into my office, attempting to slam the door shut in his face.

“This is no way to treat the COO of the company that signs your checks.” He huffed, firmly planting his foot in the door as I desperately tried to close the gap. I leaned forward putting all my body weight on the tip of my toes, but his strength was unbeatable against mine. The force of his push sent me sprawling to the ground, my pride wounded. His intrusion was like a slap in the face, a reminder of his power over me.

“Oh shit- you good?” He stood crouched over me, quickly closing the door to avoid anyone seeing the situation at hand. As I lay sprawled on the floor, my heels had thrown me off my balance. How did I keep embarrassing myself in front of him? The universe was against me, my karma was due. I lay there limp for a second, disorientated, processing what had just happened. Until his hand reached down to try and pry me off the floor.

I smacked his hands away, his attempts to help me up only fueled my fury, his touch like a brand on my skin. I recoiled from his grasp, my muscles tensing. “Hands off me, creep.” I growled sitting upright, ignoring the sharp pain radiating through my spine like lightning. Disregarding his concerned eyes, I pushed myself up all too quickly, and immediately regretted it as my legs almost gave out. His hands sprung to my waist to steady me, sending tingles through my spine. Maybe it was the fall or maybe it was just how close he was standing to me. I could feel his minty breath with a slight tinge of tobacco, my eyelids momentarily fluttering shut as breathed him in. My eyes drifted down to his pouty lips, as they began to move. Shit was he speaking? All I could hear was the ringing in my ears. I'm almost certain that I had a concussion, because I don't remember him looking this good before. Beneath the mask of rage, a strange sensation stirred within me, a fluttering of nerves that I refused to acknowledge before.

“Hey- hey, you okay?” he was now frantically waving a hand in front of me, as his other hand stayed firm on my waist holding me up. As I snapped back into reality, leaving behind my forbidden thoughts. I realised I was slightly leaning against him, compensating for the lack of support from my wobbly legs. I broke away from him and registering his words.

“Are you fucking seriously asking me if I’m okay, after you slammed me into the ground.” I snapped at him, instantly feeling bad as I saw his eyes downcast with guilt, a pang of sympathy tugged in me.

“Okay- okay fucking sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen.” He tried to reason, as he held his hands up in surrender. “Genuinely- I just didn’t know you were that fucking weak.” He looked up meeting my gaze with a slight smirk, and that reawakened my forgotten rage in my hazy state.

“Fuck you, I’m reporting you to HR for assaulting me.” I seethed sitting on the edge of my desk, quietly wincing as the pain in my back ramped up from stiffness all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than I could blink.

His smug smirk dropped as he promptly made his way over to the desk. “Uh- are you okay? Do you, want me to get a fucking doctor- 5 minutes. I can have one here in 5 minutes. I can call-” his eyes flashed with worry as he reached out to grab my shoulders and assess the damage he had done.

I quickly raised a hand, to halter him, not wanting his intoxicating touch on me. I couldn't stand to be near him, I was too weak to fight off his radiant aura. “I’m fine,” I responded, with a tight lipped smile. His hands dropped to his sides, I almost felt bad again, how does he have this effect on me? “Can we just get this briefing over with.” I motioned him to sit. He slumped down in the seat in front of me. His knees brushing against mine, the annoyingly soft fabric of his dress pants making every hair on my body dance.

He sat staring at me, finally quiet for once, so I started again. “Okay, so we're working closely with the cast for the international press tour. We have 15 confirmed European countries so far but I'm still waiting on confirmation from Paris…” I continued explaining the months of work and planning I had relentlessly done, when I noticed he wasn't even paying attention, eyes focused down on the desk. “You know if you don't even care, then why are you here, wasting my time?” I sighed exasperated, slamming my hand down on the desk. His lack of interest stung, a reminder of my insignificance in his eyes. His mind was clearly elsewhere, I felt a pang of hurt, with every dismissive glance.

“Jesus- can I not fucking think?” He snapped back, eyes immediately softening, flashing with regret for being so harsh. “No- fuck, i'm listening - I am- I promise.” He quickly recovered, leaning forward, bringing a hand to my knee, giving a gentle squeeze. “I’m just sorry for fucking everything. I’m sorry you fell. Please tell me if you’re hurt.” His sudden shift in demeanour caught me off guard, his apology felt genuine.

“What- are you really that scared of HR, is that what this is about?” I teased, crossing my legs, letting his hand fall from my knee. “I can't blame you, you should be. You are gonna get cancelled.” His brows raised as he fought back a smile. “I can see the headlines already. Mister COO assaults innocent staff member, it has a nice ring to it.” I mocked looking into the distance

“Mr COO?” He scrunched his nose, physically cringing at the name. “Please call me Kendall. And also yeah definitely, go right ahead and do that”. He played along. “And I'll let HR know that you were up on the roof, which by the way I know you don't have clearance for.” His mouth quipped into a devious smile.

“Oh, you know I don't have clearance, is that so? Look at you doing your research. Wow, you really are living up to your creep status.” I laughed breaking into a small smile, as his cheeks began to heat up, avoiding my gaze. “If you must know, I found the access card discarded on the floor. So finders keepers.”

“Yeah uh-huh and stealing my blazer, so essentially company theft- and not to mention the- uh fucking emotional breakdown.” He joked trying to recover from the embarrassment of being caught out.

My smile dropped as my heart sank. His words cut like a knife in my already bruised back. There it was, I was waiting for him to throw that right back in my face. Reminding me who he truly was, and the power he held. His words were a painful reminder of my vulnerability, a wound still raw and bleeding. “Fuck you.” I pushed myself off the desk and went to storm out of my own office, not being able to stay another second in his presence. I wasn't even angry, it was my own fault for opening up my closet of sorrows to him. Reaching for the door handle, I felt his grip on my wrist, bringing me to a stop. “You’re a fucking dick, I opened up to you and I shouldn’t have. That's on me for thinking someone like you, could actually be trusted.” I snarled, shaking my head, keeping my back to him, as my eyes burned, fighting back tears.

“Harper I was fucking joking ” He sounded confused of course he was confused. Not understanding the fear he had instilled in me, the fear that I was powerless in front of him. He had me in the palm of his hand. I scoffed and went to reach for the door again, struggling to break free from his grip. He pulled me back, forcing me to turn around, coming face to face with his scowl. “And- just what the fuck is that supposed to even mean, someone like me?” He reiterated. “You dont fucking know me, you already made up your mind when you realized who I was. How is that fair?”

“I know who you are, because I know men like you, who will do anything to bring women down. So go ahead, go to HR, tell them I’m a mess. I expect nothing less from you.” I said, trying to sound firm, but he couldn't ignore the slight shakiness to my words. “Don't stand there and act like you're some nice guy. I won't be made a fool of, not again.” I managed to get out, and he finally dropped my wrist, backing up a bit, the gravity of my words feeling like a slap in the face. He looked to the ground momentarily.

“I would never do that,” he said quietly after a moment, his gaze meeting mine. “You have my word Harper.”

“Oh yes- great that’s so reassuring. Thank you so much, you're so kind Kendall.” I smiled sarcastically, clasping my hands together in gratitude. “It’s insulting how stupid you think I am.” My fake smile dropped, “As if, you won't hold that over me any chance you get.”

“What- what can I even fucking say to make you believe me? You have my fucking word is that not enough for you?.” His brows knitted together as I shook my head no. “If I go back on my word- fucking I dont know, go to fucking HR and tell them I assaulted you. Go to the press, I don’t fucking know.” He exclaimed as he raked a hand through his perfectly sleeked back hair, messing it up in the process. “Tell twitter, I don't care.” There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of the person beneath the facade of power and authority, reaching out in silent reassurance. It was a fleeting moment, but in that instant, I could see beyond the mask of confidence and arrogance, catching a glimpse of something deeper within him.

“Okay.” I finally responded, after a minute of silence.

“Okay?” He looked at me, eyes wide, shocked that his rambling had somehow convinced me.

“I actually hope you go back on your word Kendall, so I can unleash hell on twitter.”

After Kendall and I both called a ceasefire, we sat down again to go over the press tour, which didn't last longer than 10 minutes before he had to leave.

“Duty calls.” He sighed checking the messages on his phone, as it was vibrating non-stop. “Talk later? When are you going for lunch?” He asked, glancing at his wrist watch which cost more than my entire year's salary, maybe even 2 years.

“Uhm- I usually work during my lunch, to ease the workload for the evening.” I carefully measured my response, masking the unease that stirred within me at the thought of lunch with Kendall. Choosing my words deliberately, not revealing the true reason behind my reluctance. Technically I didn't lie about easing the workload, but my mind was preoccupied with the financial strain that indulging in such an outing would entail.

The idea of dining at an expensive restaurant with Kendall, a man of wealth and privilege, felt like an insurmountable barrier. My financial reality clashed sharply with his world of opulence and extravagance. I couldn't fathom the thought of struggling to afford a meal that would barely dent his pocket.

But deep down, there was a part of me that yearned for the opportunity to step into Kendall's world, if only for a moment. But that desire quickly quashed, deciding to maintain my distance, refusing to let him chip away at the walls I had built up so high. I won’t allow myself to be swayed by fleeting desires. I was determined to remain grounded in reality.

“What? No, you have to take a lunch break. Is that even legal? I'm reporting that to HR.” I couldn't help but crack a small smile at his attempt at humour, although I caught the flicker of defeat in his eyes.

“Give me your number.” He demanded as he shoved his phone in my face.

“I don't know, it seems rather unprofessional.” I batted my eyelashes at him, pretending to be deep in thought.

“For work obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine I'll get it from Lisa then.” He looked at me triumphantly, knowing he had won.

“Okay fine.” I snatched his phone, fingers brushing against his. I decided to give him my number not wanting to deal with Lisa giving out to me for being rude to the COO. I saved my name as Harper Marketing and PR 9th floor.

He chuckled as he read over it. “Thank you for the specifics.”

“Just in case you forget.” I shrugged.

“Trust me Harper Aly, you are anything but forgettable.” As he uttered those words, a genuine warmth spread across his features, softening the lines of his face into a tender expression.

“Oh- don't forget your blazer.” I motioned towards the coat rack, where his blazer hung from the previous night.

“Keep it.” As he exited the room, he cast one final glance back at me, there was a silent promise in that gaze, a reassurance that he had given me his word. And with that he disappeared out the door.

As I sat at my desk, attempting to focus on my work while munching on a sad-looking salad, the events of the morning replayed in my mind like a broken record. The encounter with Kendall had left me feeling unsettled, a strange mix of frustration and curiosity swirling within me like a whirlpool. But I had no time to dwell on it, as my workload demanded my full attention.

Just as I was about to dive back into my spreadsheets, there was a knock on the door. I glanced up, wondering who could possibly be interrupting my solitary lunchtime misery.

"Yes? Come in," I called out.

The door swung open, revealing an impeccably dressed woman, “Hi, I’m Jess, Kendall’s assistant.” She was holding a tray laden with Starbucks drinks and a small care package. My jaw practically hit the floor at the sight of it all.

"Uh, hi Jess," I greeted her awkwardly, unsure of what to make of this unexpected delivery.

"Hey Harper," she chirped, her smile bright. “Kendall wanted me to bring these to you. He wasn't sure what you liked, so he got you a few options." She gestured to the assortment of drinks on the tray, each one more elaborate than the last.

I stared at the tray, amused at Kendall's attempt to cater to my coffee preference. Leave it to him to go overboard with the Starbucks orders.

"Oh, uh, thanks," I stammered, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the gesture. "Tell Kendall I appreciate it."

Jess nodded, setting the tray down on my desk before handing me the care package. "He also wanted you to have this," she said, her tone softening. "Ibuprofen and a heat pad for your back. He felt really bad about what happened earlier."

I blinked in surprise, feeling a twinge of guilt for being so harsh with Kendall earlier. His concern for my well-being was unexpectedly touching.

"Tell him I said thank you," I replied, offering Jess a small smile. "And, uh, sorry for snapping at him earlier."

Jess waved off my apology with a dismissive gesture. "No worries, Harper. Kendall can be a handful sometimes, but he means well."

With that, she bid me farewell and left me alone once again. It was a strange turn of events, to say the least, but I couldn't deny the warmth that spread through me at the thought of Kendall's gesture.

As I sipped on one of the Starbucks concoctions — iced oat shaken espresso my personal favourite - Maybe there was more to him than what met the eye, a hidden depth beneath his cocky exterior.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen reading No caller ID, my heart skipping a beat. I had a slight suspicion as to who it could be.

"Hello?" I answered tentatively, trying to keep my voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

"Hey there, Harper," Kendall's voice came through the line, smooth and confident as ever. "Enjoying your Starbucks?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his casual demeanour. "Yeah, thanks, for the caffeine overload," I replied, taking another sip of my drink. "I'll be buzzing for hours."

He laughed, the sound rich and full-bodied. "Glad to hear it. So, what are you up to?"

"Just drowning in spreadsheets," I replied with a dramatic sigh, eyeing the piles of papers scattered across my desk. "The glamorous life of a marketing exec, you know."

"I feel you," he said sympathetically. "I've been buried in meetings all day. Corporate life, am I right?"

"Tell me about it," I agreed, feeling at ease speaking with Kendall despite our rocky history. "But hey, at least we have Starbucks to get us through it."

"True that," he replied, his tone light and playful. I felt comfortable talking to him, feeling the day's stress fading away. What am I doing? Allowing myself to be swept away by his chatter, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. This is my boss, not my friend, realising I needed to set some boundaries.

“I thought you wanted my number for work related issues,” I quickly cut in before the conversation could go any further. “So if there's nothing else, I really have to get back to it.”

“Oh- yeah no- yeah same. I’ve got back to back meetings. So uh- i won't keep you any longer.” his voice was flat and with that he hung up. A wave of guilt overcame me, glancing at the care package he had sent me. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I slumped back in my chair, the internal battle consuming me.

As the clock struck 7, signalling the appointed time, I made my way onto the roof, my steps hesitant yet determined. The weight of Kendall's blazer draped over my shoulders. I pulled it closer, a subconscious yearning for his presence. Fidgeting with my lighter, I hesitated for a moment. Should I go? Would Kendall be there? But I needed to escape the day's tension, this rooftop was my sanctuary, the only outlet for my chaotic mind.

As I stepped out onto the roof, my eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of Kendall's familiar silhouette. And there he was, standing with his back to me, facing the skyline, with his phone pressed to his ear. His posture was tense, his shoulders squared.

I paused in my tracks, not wanting to intrude on his phone call but was unable to tear myself away. His voice was raised in frustration, echoeing across the rooftop, drawing me in despite my best efforts to remain detached.

“I have fucking earned it.” I flinched hearing him suddenly yell out. “Have I not proven myself to you time and time again.” As he spoke, his movements grew more agitated, his hands trembling slightly as he loosened the tie from around his neck. “I gave up 5 fucking years of my life in Shanghai- all for what? To be put in the backseat?” Each word was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath. He let out a strangled sob, before sharply turning and throwing his phone across the roof. As the phone whizzed past me, missing my head by an inch. I stood there frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. His anger was like a tempest, fierce and unrelenting, but as suddenly as it had erupted, it seemed to subside, leaving behind a shattered stillness.

"Harper," Kendall's voice trembled, filled with remorse as he took in the aftermath of his outburst. He stepped towards me, his shoulders slumped, the weight of his actions heavy upon him.

I couldn't bring myself to move, still reeling from the shock of the moment. But as he drew closer, his eyes pleading for forgiveness, I found myself softening, the edges of my fear beginning to fray.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to... I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Kendall, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to keep my composure.

"Everything's falling apart, Harper," his words dripped with bitterness. "I've poured my heart and soul into this company, sacrificed so much, and for what? To be constantly overlooked, to have my hard work dismissed like it means nothing?"

My heart ached for him as I watched him wrestle with his demons. I moved closer, reaching out a tentative hand to touch his arm, hoping to offer some small comfort, offering him a cigarette which he graciously accepted.

He shook his head, taking a drag, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "I'm tired of being treated like a child," he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "I've worked tirelessly for this, I fucking get here in the morning when it’s dark, and leave at night when it’s dark. It's a fucking joke."

I nodded sympathetically, feeling the weight of his disappointment pressing down on me. "I'm so sorry Kendall. But maybe this is just a setback, not the end of the road. You’re dedicated and resilient. You'll find a way to prove them wrong."

“Maybe my dad’s right, maybe I am just a fuck up-”

“Kendall, if I believed every horrible thing my parents said to me, I wouldn’t be standing here today in front of you. What your dad says about you doesn’t define you.” I reasoned, annoyed that he even thought that about himself, he was anything but a fuckup. “Don’t let his darkness eclipse over you, you are the sun.”

“I’m the sun?” He looked at me deep in thought. “I don’t know about that, the sun hasn’t been out for a while, it’s just heavy, grey clouds, ready for a downpour.” He reflected on my analogy with his own. “Some days I just want to get up and leave this life behind. Leave him behind. Pack my bags, get on the first flight out of here and never look back. There’s nothing left for me here.” He sighed and my heart ached for him because deep down, he was just like me, so fucking broken. “What’s the point in even trying anymore.”

“And just give up? Just like that?” He shrugged, looking away from me, shifting on his feet. “Kendall, you have to fight for what you want in this life. Fight till your dying breath. If you want something, and I mean really want something, you have to try.” I reasoned with him. “And if you fall, you have get back up and try again. Repeat the cycle. Try and fail but don't fail to try.”

He just nodded, looking up at the sky, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. To see him so raw, touched something deep inside me. "Thank you, Harper," he murmured. "Thank you, for believing in me." After putting out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, he turned to look at me hesitantly. “Hey listen- are you okay, really? Again im so sorry- fuck.” He brought his hands to my cheeks, cupping them gently, more worried about me, than his phone that lay shattered in a million pieces. “I can't stop hurting you. Even though it's the last thing I want to do.” His eyes desperately searched mine.

I put a hand over his to reassure him. “I’m okay Kendall.” I let his hands linger for a moment, enjoying the warmth. “But my list for HR just keeps getting longer and longer.” I teased, not being able to stay serious any longer under his gaze. “Keep this up and you're looking at a million dollar lawsuit.”

He dropped his hands down, shoving them into his pockets. “Yea well, if you weren't such fucking stalker, creeping up behind me, it could’ve been avoided.”

“I learned from the best” I nudged him, wriggling my eyebrows with a manic smile.

“I like the new look by the way.” He smirked, noticing that I was wearing his blazer.

“Oh this old thing, I stole it from some junkie on the street.”

“Oh yea? Who knew junkies could afford crack, let alone Prada?”

“Can I ask you a question?” He asked abruptly his demeanour serious now. “And can you please be honest.” I nodded in response, anxiety pooling in my chest, wondering what was going to come out of his mouth next. “Why do you hate me so much?”

I stood there, locking eyes with him, feeling the weight of the tension hanging between us like a heavy fog. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, swirling faster than I could grasp onto any one thought. In just 24 hours, my feelings had been tossed and turned like a ship in a storm.

This morning, I despised Kendall. I recoiled from his touch, pushing him away with every fibre of my being. Keeping him at arm's length was second nature to me, a defence mechanism honed over months of keeping people out. I had perfected the art of the icy exterior, refusing to let anyone see what was lurking beneath the surface.

But Kendall was different. He refused to be deterred by my walls, chipping away at them with every smile, every gentle touch. Despite my best efforts to push him away, I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His warmth, his laughter—it was like a drug, intoxicating me, leaving me craving more.

And now, as I stood before him, I felt the pull of his gaze like a physical force, drawing me in despite my better judgement. I blinked back at him, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of it all. How could I despise him one moment and yearn for him the next?

“Like did I do something to upset you because I genuinely had a good time last night. I enjoyed your company. So please help me understand.” His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes, usually bright, now held a hint of sadness. The corners of his lips turned downward in a gentle frown.

His admission caught me off guard. Despite my attempts to push him away, he had enjoyed our time together. A flicker of doubt crept into my mind. Had I let my past insecurities cloud my judgement and push away someone who genuinely cared? The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. Maybe I had been too quick to assume the worst about him. Maybe, just maybe, he was different. Maybe he deserved a chance. But pride, that stubborn beast, reared its head, urging me to maintain my defenses, to keep him at arm's length. Yet, beneath the layers of doubt and fear, a small voice whispered, urging me to let him in, to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“I don’t hate you.” I whispered, finding the ground more interesting than his burning gaze. “I mean- not anymore. I think.”

“Not anymore?” He took in a sharp breath. “So you did hate me?” He sounded so defeated. “I don’t blame you, if I was you I’d hate me too.”

“No, Kendall, it’s not what you think.” I attempted to justify the harsh truth. “I never hated you. Shit- I don’t know- I think just hated who I thought you were.”

“Uh-huh. Okay just forget I even asked.”

“No-fuck- I mean no Kendall I’m sorry, but I didn’t know you then. I mean I still barely know you now. So it doesn’t even matter what I think.” I stumbled over my words, trying to explain myself without bringing him down anymore than he already was.

“It matters to me.”

“Why?” I couldn’t fathom how my opinion affected him in any way, shape or form. He was in the public eye, being talked about in every tabloid 24/7, his rap sheet longer than the list of tasks I had yet to finish this evening. I was a nobody in his world.

“Because- because you’re different Harper. You speak your mind, unapologetically. You challenge me, in a way that nobody else dares to. You make me want to be good. To be better.” His sweet words dripping down into my soul like honey, making me feel gooey inside.

“I don’t even know what to say.” I breathed replaying his words in my head. “You barely even know me Kendall.”

“So then let me get to know you Harper, the real you.” His eyes continuing to burn at the side of my head. “I want to know you. I want to know the name of the stuffed animal that you keep on your bed. I want to hear about what your local crackhead did last night. Fucking- your favourite Starbucks drink; your childhood dog’s name— I’m infatuated by you. I want to fucking know everything, if you’ll let me.”

With a sigh, I met Kendall's gaze, searching for words. "I...I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've just...I've been hurt before, you know? And I guess I'm afraid of getting hurt again."

His expression softened, a look of understanding dawning in his eyes. "I understand," he said softly, reaching out to gently grasp my hand. "But I promise, I'm not him. And if you'll let me, I'd like to prove it to you."

His words were like a lifeline, offering me hope in the midst of my uncertainty. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I couldn't turn away from the chance for something real, something worth fighting for. With a hesitant smile, I nodded, silently accepting his offer.

He stepped forward, closing the distance between us. His movement was slow, deliberate, as if he was crossing a fragile threshold, tiptoeing into the uncharted territory of my guarded heart. And then, his lips met mine in a soft, gentle kiss that sent shockwaves rippling through my entire being. It was as if time stood still in that moment, city beneath us fading into insignificance as I melted into him.

His touch was tender, reverent, as if he were trying to convey all the words he couldn't find in that simple gesture. I could feel the gentle his gentle lips coaxing me to surrender to the overwhelming tide of emotions crashing over me.

As he finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, I knew in that instant that I had found something worth fighting for, something worth risking it all for. In Kendall's arms, I found solace from the ghosts of my past, and in his kiss.

“You told me to fight for what I want. So I did.” He smiled against my lips. I tried to turn away from him, feeling my cheeks heat up but his hands remained steady on my waist, anchoring me to him as he pressed his forehead against mine. “So you don't run away this time," he murmured. The warmth of his touch seeping into my skin, chasing away the lingering tendrils of doubt that threatened to cloud my mind.

"I'll stay this time.”

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ratquesadilla · 1 year

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waste my time (chapter 2)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1075

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/116164429

a one night stand with endless consequences.

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“what the fucking fuck are you doing here.” i whisper shouted, hitting stewy in the arm with my phone. it was bad enough that i’d slept with kendalls roommate but having to sit through breakfast with him less than 12 hours after? it was like i was being tortured or something.

“i’m having brunch with my roommate.” he said very matter of fact-ly, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m having brunch with my brother!” i exclaimed, adding an emphasis on the ‘brother’ part.

“so i slept with kendalls baby sister huh.” he scoffed, muttering almost like he was thinking out loud.

“how are you so casual about this?” i questioned, opening my mouth to continue rambling before i was cut off by his face colliding with mine. his hands snaking down to my lower back and pulling me closer. “why would you do that you sex addict?” i said as i felt a blush creeping up my neck, pulling away but not removing his hands from my body.

“had a feeling if i didn’t shut you up you were gonna go on forever.”

“oh my god you’re such a dick.” i exclaimed before running back towards our table at the front of the restaurant.

stewy was messy, he was willing to kiss me in an environment where my brother could catch us at any time. while i was careful, meticulously planning my every move, he was spontaneous. no doubt because of the lack of responsibility he’d harbored since his teens, that was less of an assumption and more of a fact i’d become eerily familiar with after watching roman grow up.

kendall was on his phone mindlessly scrolling through waystar news, a painful habit he’d picked up after our father accosted him for not being up to date on the worlds comings and goings, only glancing up for a second to acknowledge my presence.

“did you run into stewy or something?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity hidden underneath his mentally checked out demeanor. “he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes after you and you were in there for a while.”

“i’m on my period thank you very much.” i said, taking a large gulp of my water in an attempt to bring down the redness in my face.

“wow tmi man, i don’t need to know about what goes on in your vagina.”

“trying to figure out if were synced, you’re radiating major bitch energy right now.”

“whatever” he muttered, pushing a cup of coffee towards me. “i already ordered your usual don’t worry about it.”

under kendall’s general grumpiness lay a caring man. to the untrained eye it was virtually impossible to spot but under layers and layers of self hatred, general negativity, and entitlement kendall roy was a loving man. while his love was usually expressed through gifts, and small things like remembering a breakfast order, his love was genuine and infectious.

all of my siblings had one thing in common, our father. some of us raised differently than others but we were still connected through logan fucking roy. to be fair, all of us were barely raised by him; connor spent his formative years with his mother and the rest of us spent our time with ours until the divorce. in america our father was barely present, choosing to hand us off to au pairs instead of raising us himself.

“so,” my brothers roommate said, returning to the table and pulling me from my thoughts. “gonna introduce me to this stranger ken?”

“youre impatient this morning.” kendall scoffed, finally prying his attention away from his phone. “this is my baby sister, adynn.”

“addy is fine, no one actually calls me adynn.” i said, reaching over the table to shake his hand. “and i’m only his baby sister because he was born 20 minutes before me.”

“stewy.” he replied as he took my hand in his, letting his fingertips brush against my wrist. almost as if he was trying to feel my pulse spiking. “it’s very nice to meet you, i’ve heard only good things.”

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my apartment was my safe haven, my bubble seperating me from the outside world, and for the second time today that sense of safety was shattered by stewy fucking hosseini.

it began with a follow request, on the instagram account i had tried very hard to make extremely difficult to fine, and when i reluctantly accepted a text followed. not a “hey” or a “i had fun at brunch”, but a very short and douchy “u up?”.

“ur so gross” i texted back, hoping he would get the emphasis on ‘gross’ through the screen. a notification alerting me of another message flashed on my screen, right before i heard a light knock coming from the front door. i ran to open it and was unpleasantly greeted by the towering billionaire leaning against the doorframe. “how long have you been outside my apartment?” i asked, walking away from the entrance and slinking into the kitchen. silently inviting him into my home.

“since i sent that follow request babe” he said as he slowly inched inside, removing his shoes and shedding his jacket as soon as he noticed the slippers on my feet.

“was this entire plan riding on the chance that i would accept it?” i giggled as i placed a kettle on the stove. “tea?”

“more of a coffee guy myself” he replied, “but since you’re offering i’ll take some.”

“so.” i said, placing tea bags into mugs and pouring water into them. “what brings you here, finance guys rarely come over to this side of campus. something about it being too sunny for all you cold blooded creatures over here?” i slid onto the couch next to him, almost mimicking the positions we met in the night before, and pulled my legs to my chest.

“ouch, thats a low blow.” he clutched his chest, as if he’d just been stabbed through the heart. “i had a very strong urge to come see you, if you must know.” he slid closer to me, leaving his mug untouched on the table. snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “has anyone ever told you you have beautiful eyes.” he said as he began inching his arms under my sweater.

“you aren’t too bad yourself hosseini,” i said, pulling my face to his before the almost-compliment could get to his head.

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chaithetics · 11 months

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Porcelain and the Shark - The 80th

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of complexion)

Word count: 5K

Prompt: Logan’s birthday Oc!Roy and their two toddler kids, pregnant with the last one goes to the surprise party. Logan at this point while loves his daughter isn’t too thrilled with the fact that Stewy isn’t in the business or like open to help logan as “family,” so he’s kind of soured on Stewy. And while he loves his grandkids, he’s kind of not happy they’re Hosseini’s and y/n is one too, he’s pretty salty that even though it’s hyphenated she’s pretty okay with just being called Mrs. Hosseini at pre-school pickup. So the dinner is on and y/n is talking with her siblings and tending to the kids and Stewy shows up pretty late due to business, which also pisses Logan off because while he admires it, he also sees it as a slight to himself. Y/n stops it, gently but also pretty much uses her pregnancy and meek daughter rep to kind of disarm her dad’s explosion and barbs. (slight variation on some stuff)

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established relationship, implied spice but not really, soft Stewy, dad + husband Stewy, anxious reader, anxiety, mentions/references to drug use (not depicted though), mentions/allusions to childhood abuse, canonical Roy Roy family being Roys...

Authors note: This was one prompt of a few in a single ask so I haven't directly responded to it as it will be a little series of drabbles and to keep the other prompts in there so I don't forget. This is an anxious f (afab) Roy reader. Sorry for the slight delay in this, I ended up changing my mind about which fic I wanted to finish and post, it just made more sense dramaturgically... I hope you you all enjoy this and let me know what you think! Especially the lovely Nonnie that sent this in, I appreciate you!

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It’s the day of your father’s 80th birthday and you’re anxious to say the least. You’d always lived with anxiety that you’d struggled to hide but this anxiety was often worsened when your family was involved. Your family were dramatic, toxic, chaotic and abusive. You were wondering why you were even going, especially without Stewy but you reminded yourself that you had boundaries. It would be okay. Connor would be there and Stewy would come, he would just be running late.

You wouldn’t even say anything about how it was a surprise birthday party, you’d leave that to Roman, he would definitely bring it up. Everybody knew that Logan absolutely hated surprises but Marcia had chosen to ignore it. You knew it wouldn’t go well, there was always some drama and you were even more anxious because Stewy wouldn’t be there for the bulk of it. You’d just finished feeding your daughter Matilda and now your focus was turned to getting your three-year-old son, Jonathan, ready.

Jonathan’s giggle can now be heard from the bedroom, clearly coming from the ensuite. You walk into the large ensuite to see Jonathan sitting on the vanity swinging his legs as Stewy styles his hair. You immediately stop to watch the sweet scene, it calms the anxiety that had been growing as a dreadful ball in the pit of your stomach.

Jonathan is looking up at his father in awe with a large smile covering his whole face. Stewy’s face is pure concentration as his focus is solely on his son’s curls he’s easily putting into a style similar to his. You lean against the doorway and watch them, not saying a word as you don’t want to disturb this moment.

“Does it look just like yours?” Jonathan asks excitedly.

Stewy chuckles and while he still has concentration etched into every handsome feature he has a giant smile that’s directed at Jonathan. “Almost.”

You were absolutely in love with Stewy and were just in as much awe of him as you were when you first fell. His playful, teasing nature really shined when he was with his children. They were in mutual adoration of each other. But Stewy wasn’t a manchild, he could be serious. He was intelligent and always quick-witted, he was also soft and patient, the latter being a necessary skill for having spent so long around Roys.

“Mommy!” Jonathan calls out as he finally notices you. You walk over to where he sits. Stewy looks over his shoulder at you with a large smile and then his focus returns back to Jonathan.

“Hi, darling.” You smile at Jonathan, placing a hand gently on his back to ensure he’s securely sitting on the vanity as you give him a little tickle on the side. He giggles which makes Stewy’s smile grow. You lean over to softly kiss Stewy on the cheek, you feel his smile widen as his handsome beard tickles your lips and you let out a small laugh at that.

“You’re distracting me, baby.” He teases.

“I’m sorry, can’t let that happen now can we?”

“Sweetie-” Stewy winks at Jonathan and points at the young boy's dark curls as he continues. “This is my life’s work, my genes- these genes, Jonathan’s my masterpiece.” You giggle at that and Jonathan looks up at you both laughing.

“I want my hair like Dad’s!” Jonathan says as he points up, you nod. You love Stewy’s hair and it made your heart melt that Jonathan had inherited Stewy’s curls. Jonathan’s hair was normally tidy but wasn’t styled back how Stewy’s usually was, your precious son normally had looser, freer curls and you made a mental note to request Stewy doing the same more often.

“So not a silly mohawk?” You ask Jonathan moving your hands to gesture what you mean. Stewy chuckles at that and Jonathan looks up at you.

“No!” He says while giggling.

“That’s what I thought, I was just checking sweetie.” You say with a smile looking down at him. He smiles while Stewy finishes his hair. Stewy then picks him up, turning him around so Jonathan can look into the mirror.

“Happy with that buddy? You look pretty suave.” Stewy says with a smile. Jonathan excitedly nods and says thank you a few times. You can’t help but laugh at the young boy’s joy and how loving Stewy is with him, the complete opposite of what you had with your father.

Stewy then puts Jonathan down and Jonathan hugs you and walks off. Stewy smiles at you and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and lean your head against his chest.

“Our genes really made a masterpiece.” Stewy says as he presses his lips against yours softly, you lean into the kiss more and it naturally deepens it. You bite his lip a little and moan into his mouth, his hands then come to wrap firmly around the back of your waist, pressing you into him more.

“Thank you for doing that.” You say as you put a hand through Stewy’s soft hair. “He looks pretty happy and-”

“Of course. But don’t thank me for being a parent, remember?” Stewy says as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

“I know. You should have your hair- curls out more often, you know?”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, it’s a formal request.” You say pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Noted, I’ll raise that at the next hair board meeting.”

“I’d appreciate it.” You say with a smile, then your eyes scan to Stewy’s watch. “I guess it’s probably time for you to head off now sweetie.” You tilt your head to give his cheek another kiss.

“I’ll get there as soon as I can okay? It’ll be fine- Connor will be there and I love you, so there’s that as well.” Stewy says kissing your lips another time.

“I love you too.” You say giving him one last kiss before he heads off to work and you leave with the kids to survive another Roy family function.

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Roman hums the Jaws theme song as he walks into the bathroom.

“Uh yes, I thought I smelt shit.” Roman’s voice cuts through as he sees you holding Matilda in one arm with a freshly changed diaper.

“Maybe it’s because you just walked into a bathroom?”

“Yeah, one with a baby that just took a shit.” Roman smirks.

“Rome.” You say tiredly.

He rolls his eyes with a small smirk and walks over, giving you a quick one-armed hug as he leans down to peck a kiss on Matilda’s forehead, he sniffs her head for a moment. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he loved doing that, it was calming and he’d take any chance he could to do so.

There were many things Roman wouldn’t admit, one of them being that you were secretly, probably his favourite. He wouldn’t hide it but he also wouldn’t loudly admit it in front of his father, that he genuinely loved being an uncle. Or that he found holding and sniffing his niece’s head calming. Shiv had looked down on you for embracing motherhood and it had perplexed Roman at first, he wouldn’t admit this but now he found a weird comfort in seeing you be so gentle and loving to Jonathan and Matilda. None of you had received that and while he was the Roy family court jester, he knew that he was glad that his beloved nephew and niece got that at least.

“So, where’s Jaws at? I don’t see any stranded penthouse swimmers?” Roman quips, pleased with himself at the joke.

“Stewy is working, he’ll come later.” You emphasise your husband’s name for the millionth time.

Earlier in the relationship your father had called Stewy a shark, as if it was a compliment but it had just made you severely uncomfortable. Now your siblings regularly joked about it and Roman very rarely used Stewy’s name, preferring the shark moniker. You loved your brother but you were sure nothing gave him a kick like the discomfort he got out of making his siblings victims to his antics.

“Does he not remember that there are several bathrooms here with impeccable surfaces for snorting his preferred angel dust?” Roman asks as he swipes his fingers alongside the basin, holding his finger up without a spec of dust on it as if to prove his point.

“Rome.” You say trying to ignore the growing anxiety.

“Right, must be some pretty good coke to fuck his memory up that much.” He proudly teases.

“God, stop please, Rome.” You scold him as gently as possible while starting to leave the bathroom with Matilda.

“Fine, fine, fine!” He sighs and then quickly perks up again as he asks with a smirk.“You heard about Ken?”

“Yes, of course, I did.” You knew, everyone did. You walk past Roman as you leave the bathroom to then walk back to where you’d left Jonathan with Connor.

“And…?”

“I’ll leave the snark to you and Shiv.” You say while cooing at Tillie, giving her your full attention.

Roman scoffs but continues to follow you and then he sees Grace and heads over to talk to her. You let him be, glad for a bit of respite from his antics as you see Connor. Who is without a doubt, the safest space of a person in your father’s penthouse.

“Hey, sweetie.” Connor says smiling at you. “Let me take her?” He offers softly. You nod and place your young daughter gently into his arms, he looks down smiling at her.

“Oh she’s gorgeous, you’re so small and cute Tillie. She reminds me of you when you use to sleep as a baby. Just wow.” He looks at you and smiles. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay.” You scratch your eyebrow. You were so nervous about being here without Stewy “It’s just been weird, having to change my medication during pregnancy and we’ve changed it again now. It’ll take a little longer to kick in is all.”

“Hey, it’s okay, that’s okay. You can spend more time at the ranch, yeah? With or without the kids.” He gives you a large loving smile, it’s genuine. One of the only genuine parts of today. “It’s always nice having you around, you know that right?” You smile and nod at him. You felt out of place often in your family but Connor never did that to you.

Connor could be described in many ways, he was eccentric, to say the least, but he was also kind and loving. He’d spent most of his life being more of a father to you than Logan had and Connor was without a doubt, a better one. Your elder brother sits down with Tillie still in his arms and you pick up Jonathan. Kissing his head of soft curls that impressively resemble his father’s. You sit across from Connor with Jonathan on your lap as you both listen to him excitedly repeat what Marcia had told him about lunch and surprising his grandfather.

“Uncle Roro!” Jonathan says excitedly as he sees Roman come over.

“Hey Jonathan, caused any trouble yet? If Uncle Ken comes, I don’t think anyone would’ve given him a wet willy today so you need to get onto that.” Roman casually suggests to the young boy with his signature grin.

“You’re such a bad role model.” You say as you roll your eyes at your older brother, pressing another kiss to the top of Jonathan’s head as he giggles and Roman smirks as he shrugs at you.

“At least I’m not the one that’s you know-” He mimes the act of snorting something, you all know what the insinuation is. Jonathan has no idea what’s going on and just looks at his uncle with a large innocent, smile.

“Roman!” You practically shout as you gently place your hands over Jonathan’s eyes. Roman just starts giggling like a child which just makes the confused but happy young boy giggle as well. Connor rolls his eyes and gives Roman that gentle parent but not impressed older brother look.

Jonathan immediately goes over to Roman who quickly picks him up. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone that Roman was good with kids as he often acted like one but it still was, he and Connor were the best in your family with Jonathan. Roman had a big soft spot for his youngest nephew and Connor was a natural with all kids. But Connor’s no surprise, he was the father that Logan never was. The one you all cried to, who’d been the only one to do the fishing and camping trips that the Roy kids ever went on.

Roman holds Jonathan for a little bit and then Jonathan comes back to you when Shiv and Tom arrive, Roman leaves to talk to them while you stay seated, bouncing your son on your knee as he keeps talking but then he gets up when he sees Marcia coming over, wanting to talk more about his grandpa’s surprise with her. You didn’t mind Marcia, you knew that wasn’t the case for all your siblings though but she was always polite with you and kind to your children.

Connor gets up as he becomes thirsty, so you sit down on the floor with Tillie and watch her as she crawls a little around the space. You were almost always ignored by your siblings at these family events, Connor would consistently talk to you but that was because you were both outsiders and it was not in his nature to be cruel, it wasn’t in his nature but to be anything but kind to you.

Other than that, there would normally be some teasing from Roman, which you’d already endured so it was safe to say you’d probably hit the quota for Roy sibling interactions for the day. If Kendall came there would possibly be a brief chat, probably a question asking where Stewy was, you wouldn’t expect much conversation from him with everything going on. Lastly, Shiv had not acknowledged you. But that was nothing new. It was typical, during lunch she’d maybe say something pointed that sub in for a form of acknowledgement but that would be it.

Tillie looks up at you and starts laughing as you play a little game of peek-a-boo. You can’t help but feel soothed when seeing her chubby cheeks crease with her large smile and the big brown eyes that match Stewy’s shine at you. You then hear Marcia telling everyone to get into their places for your father’s surprise. You pick Tillie up and stand behind Connor holding her, giving her a few kisses as you sway with her.

Tillie laughs when Logan comes through with the cousin that you haven’t seen or heard of in years. Your father acknowledges Connor first and your heart breaks when you see Connor’s face fall when Logan completely ignores his gift and moves his attention to Shiv.

“Oh, hello darling.” Logan says somewhat softer than his usual, naturally irritated tone as his sight turns to you, looking down briefly at Matilda who you’re still holding. He gives you both a quick hug.

“Happy birthday Dad.”

“Where’s Stewy?” He questions as he looks at you pulling back from the hug, his voice more serious.

“He’s working-” You begin to say before your father cuts you off again.

“Is he coming?”

“Yes. He’s just running a bit late with work. Sorry, Dad.”

“No, it’s ah-fine. It’s fine Porce.” He says before Kendall then comes into the penthouse grabbing everyone’s attention.

They start talking business again so you go back to where you were before and Tillie crawls around while Jonathan eagerly follows his younger sister, sweetly talking to her. After a few minutes, your father calls out that he wants to chat with all of his children, and you feel your heartbeat quicken at that. You look over at your siblings who start heading over to the room, Connor looks at you expectantly waiting for you to join them.

“I need to go and feed Matilda so that I can sit with Jonathan when lunch is ready. Sorry. Just update me later or send a text.” You answer, your opinion wouldn’t matter, it would go how it always does, whatever Kendall, Roman and Shiv wanted. Connor and Kendall nod and head in, Shiv rolls her eyes at your excuse. You decide to head off before Roman has the chance to make an inappropriate comment.

Marcia had been kind enough to have quickly put some equipment into the penthouse to make these functions a bit easier. One of the spare rooms now had a cot in it for Tillie and a good chair for you to feed her in. You make your way to this room carrying Tillie and Jonathan following behind. You feed Tillie while Jonathan sits at the desk and draws. Eventually, the youngest of your children falls asleep after being fed and you put her into the cot.

You head to the dining room with Jonathan, holding his small hand. Connor comes over to check in which you appreciate and you end up sitting next to him at the table with Jonathan on your lap. The conversation goes how it always does. You notice that something seems wrong with Kendall though. You look at Connor and he whispers in your ear what had been revealed during the private conversation of your father with your siblings that you had missed. You sigh at the revelation and feel the ball of dread coming back to haunt you at that. It was only going to get more tense.

About halfway through lunch Stewy finally comes.

He immediately makes eye contact with you and smiles, which you gladly return. He leans down to greet Marcia and kiss her on the cheek, Marcia and Stewy had always genuinely gotten along. Maybe it was another reason why Shiv didn’t like Marcia, she was polite with Tom but genuinely got along well with Rava and Stewy. He then stands by your chair, with a hand on your shoulder, he rubs a few circles comfortingly there as he presses a kiss to the top of your head and then one to Jonathan’s as well.

“Well, look who decided to show up. Where the fuck have you been?” Logan directs at Stewy. Stewy flashes Logan a large smile and dryly chuckles as he nods. You sigh out as

“Happy birthday Sir Roy. Sorry about that, you know how it-”

“Right.” Logan says immediately cutting Stewy off as he narrows his eyes a little at your husband.

You feel yourself freeze up a little at your father’s acknowledgement of Stewy. There’s always a looming intensity when in your father’s presence and even if you were in one of his houses, around your siblings when Logan wasn’t around it was still a shadow hiding the sunlight of freedom and comfort.

But the intensity of your world of a father feels more engulfing right now. You look up at Stewy who has a smirk on his face as he looks at Logan. Your father doesn’t look impressed but he doesn’t say anything more.

Your father had a strong disdain for pretty much all of his children’s partners, Grace was like a mild version of Rome in terms of humour and personality, and your father had always made it abundantly clear that he thought something was wrong with Roman. Rava and Logan embodied what the other thought was disturbing, Logan had a way of believing that Kendall and Rava’s marital situation and every issue was her fault and that applied to everything relating to Sophie and Iverson and you knew for a fact she was a good, present, patient and loving mother and had embodied that as a partner with Kendall as well.

Shiv was the golden child, the favourite. It made sense with that in mind that your father had never approved of any partner she’d had, he openly viewed Tom as beneath Shiv. Logan seemed to go between amused and irritated at Tom’s incessant desire to be liked and to gain Logan’s approval.

Your father also had a complicated history regarding his opinion of Stewy. Stewy’s place in the world made your father view him as still not an equal but not anywhere near as beneath you all as he did with Tom. Logan had initially somewhat approved of the union, he felt that with Stewy’s personality, career and work ethic, it would balance out and protect your timid nature. Your father had always viewed you as extremely fragile, hence the nickname Porcelain and Porce.

But as time went on he had somewhat soured on your beloved husband, this was due to a few different factors that your father was open about. Stewy was a great networker, and would rarely turn down a chance to talk about work or find out work tea from others but he had viewed Waystar as a family matter that didn’t concern him, he didn’t jump at the chance to try and win your father over or do business favours for him which Logan disliked.

Logan had problematic opinions of Iverson and Sophie because of their parentage, he had a weird relationship with your children. He was kinder to them than what you remember him ever being with you and your siblings but you’d read that that wasn’t rare in abusive families. They were favoured as your nieces and nephews as your children had been biological but Logan did have issues with them being Hosseinis and you practically being one as well. As a healthier life and family unit had been created with Stewy and you were around your father less your father blamed that on Stewy. He’d gone from thinking Stewy was a good, protective force to that he was a shark that had manipulated his sweet, mild-mannered daughter.

You softly squeeze Stewy’s hand as his gaze looks down at you, he squeezes your hand back softly and sits down next to you. Roman hums the Jaws theme as Stewy does but you all completely ignore him as Roman then whispers something to Shiv. Jonathan moves from your lap and climbs over to Stewy’s with a few giggles. You laugh a little and tuck a looser curl that was moved during the commotion to behind Jonathan’s ear, Connor notices and smiles.

Stewy wraps one arm around Jonathan and bounces him on his knee and his free hand holds your hand that’s on the table.

“Where’s Tillie?” Stewy asks.

“Sleeping upstairs!” Jonathan quickly says and Stewy nods, as he looks around the room. His gaze lands on Kendall and he notices something is off, he then looks at you to see if you’ve noticed.

You give Stewy a small nod and then lean over, placing a hand on his shoulder as you quietly whisper into his ear what Connor had revealed to you earlier in the meal. Stewy’s doe eyes widen slightly but noticeably and his dark eyebrows quickly raise and then he glances over at Kendall and your father for a second. Jonathan then begins to talk to Stewy who attentively listens as Jonathan tells him about his day so far and how the surprise went.

You hear somebody say something about the game and you want to leave now. It was never fun, everyone was cruelly competitive and even layered up, and the weather wasn’t super pleasant. It wouldn’t be good for 2 young children. You quickly excuse yourself with the excuse that you’re going to check on Matilda. Stewy watches you carefully and Marcia gives you a tight-lipped smile as you walk off.

Stewy looks at Connor who nods and then Stewy leaves to follow you. But is then questioned by Kendall who goes over to him and both men leave the dining room.

“She knows about the papers right? Did she tell you about the papers?” Kendall immediately asks as soon as they’re out of earshot.

“Are you okay man?” Stewy stops walking as he asks Kendall.

“Something’s off-he’s unwell, acting strange.”

“Are you okay?”

“You know Roy etiquette, don’t ask questions like that on what should’ve been Coronation Day. So?”

“Connor told her, she mentioned it a few minutes ago.”

“She won’t sign, will she? I know she likes Marcy but she won’t sign, right? You can talk her out of it?” Kendall asks looking at him.

“We haven’t talked about it yet. Any advice I give will be Kendall-less by the way.” Stewy quickly responds and Kendall rolls his eyes at that.

“So what, my sister’s tamed you into the good little husband that only barks when asked to or something?” Kendall asks.

“Oh yes, The Taming of the Stew. The best modern Shakespeare adaptation to date. Your sister should get a Tony for that one or something.” Stewy smugly quips back, as he bites for a second at the top of his thumbnail before walking off to the spare room where Marcia keeps the cot. Kendall scoffs and walks back.

“Hey, you okay?” Stewy asks after closing the door behind him and walking over so that he can wrap his arms around you as you both stand by the cot watching your perfect little daughter sleep, completely undisturbed and untouched by the drama downstairs.

“If you think of a convincing reason for us to not go to the game and we leave. I’ll marry you.” You say softly and place your arms over his, making him hold you a bit tighter.

“If memory serves correctly, we’re already married. Happily, I believe.” He chuckles a little and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “So we’re already overachieving frankly.”

“Well, I’ll marry you again. Let you put another bun in the oven-” You start as you sway a little in his arms looking at Tillie.

“Don’t make dangerous promises like that here.” Stewy says, pressing a few kisses to the side of your neck and you let out a small laugh at how his beard tickles. “They were starting to get ready to leave, I’m sure it won’t be too much of a big deal. Especially if your dad thinks you’ll sign Marcy on.”

“Does he think that? Did he say something else?” You anxiously ask turning to face Stewy now.

“Probably. You and Marcia get on better than the others. Kendall asked me to talk you out of it.” You do feel sorry for Kendall over what happened today but you roll your eyes at that and rub your brow.

“Yeah, I think we should go.” Stewy nods at that and you carefully lift Tillie out of the cot and start to get her ready before the three of you head downstairs.

“Porce, are you not coming?” Logan asks as he sees the three of you.

“No, sorry Dad. Tillie had a bug not too long ago and with the wind and that I don’t want to risk it again even with her being bundled up. I think I’m getting a headache anyway Dad. I’m sorry.”

Logan looks at you, his unimpressed gaze softens a little but not by much. You’d had chronic headaches throughout your life, especially your adolescence and you don’t use it as an excuse often so he takes it a bit seriously.

“Well-” He starts.

“It was really nice to see you, Dad, the kids had fun. I’ll bring them back later when maybe things are a bit more quiet later in the week?” You ask, somewhat anxiously.

He’s giving you that look like you are fragile. He has a particular softness for you and Shiv because of his misogyny and the feminity you share, even if Shiv tries to adopt masculinity and fit into a never-ending game of trying to win the patriarchy. But you know he views you as weaker.

“Of course. You heard about the papers?”

“Yes, Dad. We’ll look at them when we have a bit more time and my head’s better. Okay?” He nods and then his gaze moves to Stewy. Logan begins to believe that the headache is something for Stewy’s sake and not because you genuinely don’t want to spend another minute here.

“Show up late and fuck off early, the family man?” Logan asks Stewy, who just sighs. It’s not the first time Stewy has been on the receiving end of Logan’s disdain and he knows it won’t be the last. “Your commitment to your work is admirable, it’s great- sure! Except when it’s fucking over my daughter and family.”

His voice isn’t super loud but the tone is strong and commanding. Connor looks over as he holds Jonathan, walking back a bit so Jonathan won’t hear anything. Shiv’s eyes widen and she watches the scene play out like an eagle waiting to swoop on its prey.

“Logan you know that’s not the-” Stewy says in his best diplomatic son-in-law voice.

“Oh, fu-”

“Dad, please?” You timidly cut in, your widened, doe-eyed gaze flicking between him and Stewy. You look sad and Logan can see it.

Shiv rolls her eyes at this, of course, you cut in with the timid, youngest daughter bullshit she thinks. Logan grunts and nods, ignoring Stewy as he tells you to rest up. You get Jonathan from Connor and say some succinct and painfully tense goodbyes to the rest of your family as you and Stewy leave.

As you’re in the car with Stewy and your children, you rest your head against his shoulder and sigh. The tight ball of dreadful anxiety dissipates with each mere mile away from that penthouse you get. Stewy rubs your arm softly and places a few gentle kisses on the top of your head.

“So, is afternoon naptime, practice babymaking number 3 time as well? 2 for 1 type of deal?” Stewy whispers with a small smile as he gives you another gentle kiss. You let out a little laugh at that and roll your eyes playfully.

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