NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

ORION.

Yesterday was a tale of two halves. The first half with Harro was nothing short of magical, but the rest of the day, especially dinner with my father and his wife, was an unmitigated disaster. Walking out on them at the restaurant left me feeling drained and defeated. I was sick of putting up with them, and without even realizing it, I'd instructed my bodyguard to take me to Harro's place. I was too exhausted to pretend everything was fine, so I didn't bother.

Seeking refuge with Harro was the best decision I could have made. His presence alone was a balm to my frazzled nerves. As we spent time together, I sensed that he was seething with anger on my behalf, but he kept his emotions in check, prioritizing my well-being above his own. His selflessness only made me more grateful for him.

I smiled gazing at him as he stirred beside me, Harro snuggled deeper into my side, his hand clinging to my left elbow with a gentle possessiveness. When I brushed my lips against his ear, he let out a contented purr, like a cat basking in affection. He slowly opened one eye, gazing up at me with a sleepy, adorable expression that made me chuckle.

"Am I ever going to wake up before you?" he mumbled, lifting his head from my shoulder as his grip on me relaxed. His voice was husky with sleep, and his hair was deliciously rumpled.

"I'm an early riser, I'm afraid, sorry" I replied, making him scrunch up his nose in distaste. But his expression quickly softened, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.

As he gazed up at me with hopeful eyes, I knew exactly what he wanted. I leaned down, my face inches from his, and our lips met in a tender, morning kiss.

Our lips were still inches apart when Harro asked, "Did you sleep well?" His smile was radiant as I nodded, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his warmth. I've noticed that my insomnia has gotten better these past nights I've spent with him.

"At least you waited for me to wake up this time before getting out of bed," he teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I could get used to waking up like this." With a fluid motion, he swung his legs over mine, straddling me on the bed. His hands tucked under his chin, and he gazed up at me with an adorable smile, his eyes shining with affection.

I chuckled, folding my hands under my head on the pillow, and we locked eyes, lost in each other's gaze. "I'm beginning to see the appeal in waking up like this too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Harro's face lit up with a happy hum, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of him so carefree and joyful. I love that I could make him so happy with the smallest things.

Harro's voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Want me to make it even more appealing?" he asked, his tone sending a shiver down my spine. I raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden flirtation. Harro's smirk grew wider, and he added, "Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like." punctuating his promise with a wink.

My face flushed with heat, but I couldn't deny the spark of curiosity he'd ignited. I nodded curtly, giving him permission to proceed, and Harro's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he got to work, his movements slow and deliberate.

The sensation of Harro's lips on my skin was intoxicating. As he touched me, a wave of desire washed over me, leaving me breathless. When a low growl escaped my lips, Harro's eyes flickered up to mine, his smirk a testament to his satisfaction.

With deliberate slowness, he kissed his way down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. As he reached my lower body, he deftly removed my pyjama bottoms, his fingers grazing my skin with tantalizing gentleness.

Then, his mouth closed around me, and I moaned, my body arching upward as he took me whole. His tongue swirled, teasing me with exquisite pressure, and I felt myself slipping into a world of pure sensation.

My hand tangled in his already messy hair, fingers gripping tightly as my hips moved on their own accord. A desperate "fuck" escaped my mouth involuntarily, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was conjuring. Just as I felt the exhilarating rush of excitement building from his skilled mouth, he removed it, leaving me gasping for more. My eyes snapped open, only to witness him positioning his naked ass above my erection, teasingly using just the tip to brush against his tight hole. My breath caught in my throat as realization hit me like a tidal wave—i knew exactly what he was about to do. Before I could reach out, before I could stop him, I felt the warm, inviting pressure as my cock slipped into him, and in an instant, my mind went blissfully blank.

The sensation of being inside him was intoxicating, a wave of pleasure flooding my senses. I sighed in relief as the anxiety I had harbored about not prepping him melted away, quickly replaced by euphoria. He began to move his hips in a slow, deliberate twirl, each rotation igniting a spark of desire as he rode me, my sigh transformed into a low growl, primal and raw, as my hands instinctively flew to his waist. I felt his urgency increase as he quickened his movements, and my heart raced in response, caught up in the rhythm of our shared pleasure.

He reached down, our lips met in a passionate and deep kiss, enveloping us in an intoxicating connection. We moaned into each other's mouths, a meld of pleasure and urgency resonating between us. With each thrust I made into him, I could feel the electric charge as I likely struck his sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both our bodies. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling, intensifying the moment as our desire intertwined.

Our passionate lovemaking intensified as we devoured each other's mouths, each kiss igniting sparks of pure bliss that coursed through our entwined bodies. Harro gasped as my cock slipped out of him for a brief moment, the unexpected sensation causing a playful chuckle to escape my lips at his reaction. I quickly slipped back into him, whispering, "Not yet," my breath hot and tantalizing just inches from his. The sound of those words made him shiver, and I could feel the anticipation radiating from him. My movements grew faster, each thrust driving him wild; I relished that power, savoring the way my rhythm elicited desperate gasps and needy moans from him, amplifying our shared ecstasy.

"I love you," I blurted, my words hanging in the air like a promise. Harro's eyes widened, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. For a moment, his movements stilled, and I worried I'd spoken out of turn.

But then, a radiant smile spread across his face, illuminating every inch of his features. He crushed his lips to mine, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip before he pulled back, his eyes shining with adoration.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. I exhaled, relief washing over me like a warm wave.

Harro's face contorted in a fierce expression, his voice taking on a passionate tone. "I fucking love you so much it hurts," he growled, his words sending shivers down my spine as we lost ourselves in each other's eyes. The world around us melted away, leaving only the sweet songs of birds outside and our own ragged moans, a symphony of love and desire.

After our intense lovemaking, Harro and I showered together, our hands still roaming over each other's skin, needless to say it took a while. Now, we sat in his expansive kitchen, savoring the breakfast he'd lovingly prepared. Azalea sauntered into the kitchen, a sly grin spreading across her face as she sat opposite us.

"I know the rooms are soundproof, but I swear I could hear you two going at it for hours." she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Harro smirked, winking at me, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.

Azalea's grin only grew wider, but Harro shot back, "I think you're starting to hear things from not being laid for a while. You should probably do something about that." Azalea's eyes rolled, and she flipped Harro the middle finger before gathering her breakfast plates as she stood up.

"I'm going back to my room; I can't stand you two eye-fucking each other," she sassed, her voice laced with irritation as she flounced away, disappearing into one of the many rooms of this sprawling house.

"Damnit! I forgot to call my hair stylist!" Harro exclaimed, frustration etching his features as he reached for his phone. Suddenly, an idea sparked in my mind.

"I could give you a haircut if you don't mind," I suggested, a playful grin spreading across my face. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his hand froze mid-air, phone forgotten.

"You know how to cut hair? How did I not know this?" he replied, completely flabbergasted, his surprise causing me to laugh lightly, the sound bright and teasing.

"It's a little something I picked up in Uni," I told him, attempting to downplay my skills, "but I warn you, I might not be as good as your hairstylist." The truth, however, was that I had become quite adept at it over the years. It was a creative outlet I discovered during my time at university, a way to pass the long, quiet holidays when I chose to stay away from my father and his wife.

My focus shifted back to him as he let out a slow, impressed whistle. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any sexier, you did. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" His words lingered in the air, making my heart race.

His lips met mine in a soft kiss, warm and inviting, before he rested his forehead against mine, a playful smile dancing across his face. The warmth of his hand enveloped mine as he gently pulled me away from the kitchen, a sense of anticipation and excitement igniting between us.