Harley's POV

"Harley." A hushed voice said, along with a gentle push, tried to wake me. I automatically registered that it was Henry. The faint odor of marijuana permeated from him. His smoky musk moved through the air to me. My crusty eyes lifted open to meet his. Sunlight wasn't bouncing off the shiny floors like they usually did in the morning. The moonlight still beamed through the window showing me that it wasn't completely morning yet.

"Henry, What time is it?" I breathed out.

"Early, almost a quarter to six." He looked down at the gold watch that hung loosely on his wrist.

"What the fuck does that mean?" My grumpy attitude peeked through.

"How do you no-" began but stopped. "Forget it." He whispered as not to wake any of my sleeping roommates. "Just get up. We have some stuff to do before this evening."

"It can't wait 10 minutes?" I was half asleep and still fatigued since I hadn't got back to the room till almost 3 am.

"No. We're already late. The boss let you sleep a little more than he should've." Henry replied with some urgency to his words. He gently grabbed my arm ushered for me to get up. Well, at least sir cared a little about my sleep schedule.

"Put some clothes on, then meet me in the lobby; you got 5 minutes." He left out of the door without waiting for a response.

When I returned to my room last night, after my bump in with Tessa, I was left in a more bothered state than when I talked to Rachel and Brooke. Tessa returned to the room soon after I did; she wasn't shy in letting me know that. It took almost an entire hour of fighting with myself until I fell asleep. I had a while to let Tessa's words simmer within me, and I was only left with anger and aggravation. Angry, I let myself grow an infatuation for sir and even angrier that I wanted sir to feel the same way. It was completely ludicrous. I needed an outlet, a chance to breathe, time to reverse the effects, but there was nowhere to go—nothing to do. I was trapped with him. I desperately had to leave this place, at fast as I could. With that, I jumped from my bed and rushed down the cold metal ladder bars.

"Sucking Henry's dick too?" A voice muttered from behind me. Tessa.

It was too early for this shit. "Why? Do you want to join? Since you love riding mine so much" I muttered while rubbing the crust off my sleepy eyes. I was far from in a talkative mood. I was clearly unstable at the moment. Not waiting for her to reply something smart back, I grabbed a cropped cherry red tank top that had a busty cat girl on it and a pair of baggy black sweatpants that Rachel and Brooke donated to me and jetted into the bathroom. I threw on the clothes as fast as I could and gargled some mouthwash since brushing would take too long. I splashed some cold water on my face to wake myself up and left the room, not bothering to touch my hair at all.

"That was more like 10 minutes." Henry huffed. " Hard-headed Harley never follows directions." He teased.

"Sorry, Henry," I breathed out. Wait. Hard-headed Harley?

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Henry twisted his face towards me. These items were the last of my clean clothes. The shirt was worn out, sure, but it wasn't too bad. It stuck to my body fairly tight, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

"Whatever I had." I looked at him, confused. " Was I supposed to wear something different? Are we going somewhere nice? Let me go get my Armani dress and slip it on." I replied sarcastically.

"Haha." he faked laughed, "Let's get moving; boss is waiting upstairs." He jogged towards the stairs, and I followed close behind.

"The boss? I thought it was just going to be us." I didn't want to see him right now. I couldn't.

"Don't flirt with me, Harley." Henry teased with a dramatic gasp.

"Shut up." I chuckled as we made it to the second floor. I was already beginning to sweat. My skin was now sticky.

"In here." He motioned towards a room I wasn't familiar with. I had only been into Sir's office and his room on the second floor. I followed closely behind him as we walked through the door together. The room was more or less empty, with only a white panel divider and a large vanity piled high with products. As we moved deeper into the room, there was a large velvet green couch in the middle of the room and more than three racks full of clothes off to the side. Finally, I saw Sir seated on the arm of the couch while looking down at his phone. I wanted to run out of the room and run home where I wouldn't have to see him anymore nor feel anything about him anymore. His eyes moved up to meet mine. A deep scowl formed on his face, and his eyes sharpened. His eyes wandered all over my body to my face before getting up and pushing up his button-up sleeves. He looked tired as well, probably more than me. Maybe he had a rough night like me. Who cares if he did?! Why does it matter to you?

"You're late." He spoke, walking towards Henry and me.

"Sorry Boss, we had-" Henry began, but I cut him off.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking at sir. His face morphing from an aggravated frown to a dumbfounded smirk.

"We have to get you ready for this evening." Sir began, "I will be picking out your wardrobe, makeup etc.," he said, "Everything has to be perfect." He added. His eyes once again traveled down the length of my body back up to my face. I could feel my legs started to sweat as well under the thick layer of sweatpants material. I hadn't really digested anything he said. I saw stacks of clothes being carried behind the divider.

"You?" I asked, "You will be picking out what I wear?"

"That's what I said." He responded.

"Why can't I do it myself? I'm capable of picking my own clothes." I replied a little more snapper than intended. My annoyance still hadn't died down. My rage was at myself, but I couldn't help but project onto him.

"Well, it's been nice. I'm just going to go. I'll see you both later." Henry clenched his teeth. "I don't know what's wrong with you today, but I suggest you tone it down. The boss might not kill you, but he won't hesitate to put you in your place." He lowered his head down to my ear and spoke. However, I didn't want to hear any of it. I knew he was right, which made it worse. I didn't put it past him to kill me or hurt me since he'd been trampling me since I got here.

"I don't think you are seeming as you're wearing this." He pushed up towards me and slightly lifted the bottom of my shirt, and tugged on the loose sweatpants that showed the straps of my thin underwear. It reminded me of when I first got here and he did the same thing to my bra and underwear. How embarrassed I was and mad that he couldn't care less about how that made me feel.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with what I'm wearing." I didn't back down, even with his eyes piercing through me with a threatening look.

"Well, I do." He said in a hush bark. "Don't wear this outside of your room again." He pulled the fabric between his two fingers and rubbed it for a brief second. I didn't say anything back. It wasn't a negotiation. It was a threat. "Let's get started." He moved away from me and walked back towards the couch. Immediately, two women motioned for me to follow them behind the divider. They handed me each two dresses to start with, but the large rack behind them distracted me from even looking down at the dresses handed to me. "Hurry up, Harley. We don't have all day." Sir called out to me from the other side. His booming voice snapped me out of my trance and back to the clothes in my arms. I wanted to yell "fuck you" back but my mouth wouldn't say the words yet my aggravation grew more. This morning was going to be excruciating. —————-

Three hours. We've been in this room for three hours. My arms were sore from pushing skin-tight dresses up my body, and my legs were sore from standing the entire time. All sir did after seeing each dress was either wave his hand to signify he disliked it or grunted to signify it wasn't bad. He hadn't approved of any of them. We only had half a rack left, yet my body was yelling at me to take a break.

"This one." One of the women helping handed me a medium-length wrap around long sleeve black dress. It looked more casual or businessy than some of the other dresses I tried on. The dress stuck to my skin, and the neckline was deep but otherwise appropriate. The tag on the dress read Giorgio Armani. I guess I did get to slip into an Armani dress, recalling what I said to Henry earlier. It was charming. Again I slipped on the dress along with the matching nude heels. They weren't too high nor too low, perfect enough to walk in. Good thing I had some experience from high school homecoming dances.

"Go on." The woman ushered me out from behind the screen.

"How's this?" I asked, stumbled over to him. His eyes were glued to his phone like always, but when I spoke, he pulled them away from the screen and moved them up to me. Silence. He didn't say anything. His eyes moved up and down my body like he couldn't compute what he was looking at. The dress was beautiful, to say the least. It fits me too perfectly. Still, he didn't say anything but only looked away, running his inked hand through his hair. "I'll go put the next one on," I declared and turned around, not waiting for him to respond any longer. My body couldn't take this abuse for much longer.

"No," he called after me. "That's good. Wear that one," he answered and got up, walking to the exit. I was felt rejoiced that I was finally done and that he picked this dress. Although I'm sure, he was just tired of doing this for so long. "The girls will take care of everything else." He instructed with his back turned towards me. "By the time you're done, we should all be waiting in the lobby. Come find me."

"Okay." I nodded, still looking at the back of him. We both weren't in good moods today. I felt like I could finally breathe once he had left. My chest ached from holding in my breath for so long. It wasn't intentional for the most part. I held my tongue for those last three hours, only muttering sly comments to myself. In my mind, I cursed at him and hit him, but in reality, all I could do was look at him. Look at his gorgeous face. Watch his gorgeous face as he gave me distasteful looks and vexed words.

"It's time for makeup, Miss Harley." The shorter woman pulled me with her to the vanity. "Do you have a preference?" The woman asked, gesturing to the plethora of eyeshadows, brow pomades, eyelashes, foundations, concealers, and lipsticks.

"No. Not at all. Do whatever you want." I smiled up at her then looked back to myself in the intensely lit mirror. My dark circles were prominent and puffy, the nose stained red from sniffing, dark marks from untreated pimples, and wild unplucked eyebrows. I was unaware of how vile I looked nowadays. Granted, I was never Victoria's Secret Model material, but I had my attributes. Some, at least.

"Great, you can trust me." She responded. She probably saw the concerned look on my face and wanted to reassure me.

"Thanks." I offered a weak grin. It's not like she could make me look any worse.

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