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Rivals

Summary: Y/n and Harry are both CEO’s of their parent’s companies since they inherited the businesses from them, they’ve been rivals since they were kids- now that they’re professional adults how will their rivalry affect them? 2.2k

It’s no secret that growing up with a workaholic parent is hard for a kid, but for Y/n it was amplified due to the fact both her parents owned one of the most famous fashion companies in the world. This meant during most of her childhood she relied on nannies, private drivers, maids and child minders to care for her in absence of her busy working parents.

Of course having absent parents gave her some perks during her teen years, the ability to throw ragers in the absurdly large mansion they’d bought for the three of them –(well, they were hardly in it so mainly just their daughter)- not having to worry about getting caught when she decided to bring people over to get a quick shag in and the plus of having no one to bother her during her angsty middle school years. Those things were nice, yet you really can’t replace the role of your parents with teenage hookups and parties.

If there’s one thing that she absolutely hated about her parents work, it would be their former business partners cunt of a son. Harry Styles. Y/n had been forced to be in the twats life since they were 10 and his father joined stocks in her parents company before investing fully and becoming business partners. For Y/n that meant being forced to be around their son whenever their parents were too busy crushing numbers or out on boozy business trips clogging their noses with high end coke and buying out their competitors.

Harry was always a good-looking boy, and that only made things worse because he was a total prick. He was arrogant, annoying and always got away with being the biggest pain in the ass y/n has ever experienced in her life. He was insanely competitive, cocky and always found a way to weasel into Y/n’s business just to push her buttons. One’s he knew how to push perfectly to make her want to pound his head off a blacktop.

It was almost as if when it came to Y/n he never matured past being a 12-year-old boy, and now he’s a 23 year old powerful business man who still can’t manage to leave her alone.

Y/n had inherited her parents’ company when they decided to retire, two years before the retirement her parents and Harrys father had severed their ties and he’d gone back to his independent company. And just y/n’s luck, the man passed his roll as CEO down to his son, making the two young adults’ owners of two of the most famous fashion and beauty companies to ever exist.

Make no mistake, Y/n was a strong, independent and ruthless business woman so Harry’s subsequent inheritance didn’t threaten her in a business sense it more so made her worried for her blood pressure since the man couldn’t help but come bother her every chance he got. It didn’t help his dad had a single remaining stock left in the shoe portion of their clothing company giving Harry the perfect excuse to come barging into Y/n’s office to get on her nerves. To Y/n Harrys like a cold sore that won’t go away, just keeps coming back every time you think you’ve gotten rid of it.

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Today was a busy day for Y/n, she had a meeting with her team that worked closely with her managing profit, stock, inventory, sales and all that stuff. Her team was large, with a company with over two thousand distributors worldwide and thirty-five exclusive stores scattered around the globe that’s to be expected. All in all, Y/n was responsible for making sure all one hundred and fifty thousand employees were running a smooth ship and every participating party was doing what they needed to do. It was a stressful job no doubt, but she never backed down from the challenge.

The meetings were always her least favorite part of her job. All the paper work that had to be read, numbers calculated, sales charted and any complaints or incident reports all had to be verbalized and talked about in detail with documentation of all the important things said as well as much more. Today the meeting took a grueling four and a half hours and the day was far from over.

Once she got out of her meeting it was nearing noon, she had to push her lunch off to phone the companies attorneys because one worker was trying to do a fake insurance claim. The man faked a work accident failing to remember every warehouse and factory was littered with security cameras that caught him in the act, so she had to inform them of the situation so they could sort it out. After that she got sucked into looking at new designs her design team had come up with for the next season, explaining that Chanel and Gucci both wanted to work with them to carry a few exclusive items only for that season.

Finally, at half passed two she made it back to her office, sitting down in her desk chair while taking her hair out of the headache inducing ponytail it had been in since she got there at five that morning. She opened her laptop, planning to send off some emails while she put in her order for lunch to her assistant, getting as much done as she could in the little bit of private time she was able to snag.

A knock sounded at the door, she knew it was Morgan coming in with the food she ordered so she didn’t bother to look up from what she was doing very drawn in to the email she was currently formatting. Only her attention was quickly severed when his voice rang out instead of the one she expected.

“I believe you ordered the chop salad, diet coke and fruit for lunch misses Yln.”

That annoying, cocky voice. You can hear his shit eating grin and teasing eyes simply in his tone, you don’t even have to look up at the jerk.

A prolonged sigh blew out of her lips, a grunt of annoyance following as she looked up at him. He looked nice, as always, she added bitterly in her own mind. She hated the fact someone so goddamn irritating was so undeniably attractive. He wore a dark blue suit, white button up with a black tie and yellow accent pocket square. Yet his fashion and handsomeness seemed a bit overshadowed by his personality that had the same affect on the woman as nails on a chalkboard.

“Harry, to what do I owe the displeasure?” Y/n reached her arm across the desk to snatch the paper bag from his ring clad hands, a sarcastic disapproving finger was pointed at her yet she didn’t take his bait opting to give him the death stare instead.

“Sassy today are we?” The man rested himself on the small leather loveseat that was in her office, propping his head on a throw pillow and putting his feet on the armrest. “You act like you’re not happy to see me, I know yeh missed me.” Y/n rolled her eyes, digging her fork into the salad aggressively. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been happy to see you, and I’m certain no one has ever missed your presence either.”

Harry chuckled slightly, loving how easily he could annoy the girl. Over the past thirteen years he’s learned just how to get under her skin, and he enjoyed doing so.

“Bit feisty today aren’t yeh Y/n? playing hard to get I see.” The man folded his hands on top of his chest, completely relaxing into the comfortable furniture, making himself comfortable for the undetermined amount of time he’d be spending there irritating his childhood ‘friend’.

The difference between Harry and Y/n’s perspectives on their rather odd ‘relationship’, if you could really call it that is Harry never hated Y/n. In fact he was always quite fond of her, he enjoys her company even when he’s forcing it on her and using the shared time to annoy the ever loving shit out of her. He and the woman have always been competitive growing up. In sports, card games, classes, and now business and Y/n took things a lot more seriously then he did. she was always wound a bit tight, she gets it from her mother.

Harry and Y/n had an interesting past. They have a love-hate relationship, seeing as even through the perpetual animosity they’ve carried since they were kids they did have their good moments too. And though Y/n would never admit it, there’s a part of her that does actually care about him even if she loathes that part of her deeply. In their teens they were at each other throats a lot, but in between that they would occasionally have their good days where they would refrain from getting into screaming matches and instead would be able to tolerate being together. Y/n chooses to describe it as tolerating him since she’d never admit she sometimes enjoys his company.

Through their formative years whenever Y/n was throwing a party, she wouldn’t protest when her friends would invite Harry as well. Pretending like she didn’t know he was coming and didn’t want him there when she saw him in the crowd, yet he always had a feeling she was anticipating and secretly wanted him to make an appearance. When he’d plan some sort of adventure with their friends he’d do the same, always slightly relieved when she’d show up but he’d put on the irritating act as soon as he got the chance which ruined her mood, every time. and well, it would be a lie to say the two never found themselves hate fucking each other after one of their parties, drunk and pissed at each other only to pretend like it had never happened.

To Harry, the animosity mixed with a hidden sense of fondness and maybe even a hint of attraction.

The woman ignored his comment, chewing her food before taking a swig of the soda looking back at him with a rather unamused expression. “What do you want Harry? And who the hell even let you in here?” she continued eating and wrapping up her email while he formed his reply. “Told Morgan I’d bring it up to yeh, she’s got a bit of a crush on me so she handed it over without much convincing.” Yet another eyeroll from Y/n was delivered. “She’s like 19, don’t manipulate her into worming into my office just because she can’t see that you’re a much bigger prick then the one in your pants will ever be.”

“First of all, 19 is legal so if she wants to eye fuck me I’ll allow it. Second, don’t be rude. This is a professional setting, do you think it’s appropriate to talk about my genitals in the work place? Might have to report you.”

Y/n couldn’t help the small snort she let out at his antics. As much as he annoyed her, sometimes she did find him a bit humorous. “and for the record, I’m very happy with my package and I don’t appreciate that comment.” He pointed a finger at her, a fake angry look on his face. “Just as much as I don’t appreciate you intruding on what was supposed to be my down time to eat, we’re even shrimp dick.”

Harry gasped at the insult, squinting at her slightly. While Harry was skilled in pressing her buttons, she could do it the same. Making comments on his dick size, sex skills, business deals or things of that nature always got him riled up. That 12-year-old boy mentality rearing it’s ugly head any time she makes a comment about his dick being small. Childish he was, absolutely childish.

“Don’t get smart with me, I’ll whip it out right here to prove my point.” His eyebrow raised and she could see him chewing on his cheek in annoyance. She truly found it funny how peeved she could make a grown man by making fun of his penis. He was ridiculous.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t, I didn’t bring my mental scrub brush to work with me today.” When she had finished speaking the woman tossed her now empty salad box into the trash, taking another sip of her drink and finally sending off the painfully long email.

Harry decided it was time for him to head back to his own office, which was right across the street much to Y/n’s displeasure but of course he couldn’t leave without a final childish jab at the woman.

“Just remember, I’ve had you bouncing on my dick more than once. Don’t hold yourself so high and mighty dear, because we both know I’ll have you like that again.”

And with that a Harry with a cheeky smirk on his face left the office, leaving a slightly stunned Y/n in his wake.

(eek pt.1 lets see how this one goes.)

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Part 12 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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“Of course, little easier,” he leafed through the stack and pointed to a place. “Here, where they were using the small boats to harpoon, would seem a likely bit to add it to.”

“I know that I can trust you to do it well,” said Barad, in genuine admiration, as Morgu’s facile hand added the note.

“Would you like to join me and Master Selked for a game of Three Dragons this evening after dinner?”

“I would be happy to,” said Morgu sincerely. “I’ll be there.”

Arriving back at his cabin, Barad noticed at once that Kurti had taken down his bed hanging and was hard at work mending a worn spot. She looked up, an expression of fear flitting across her face to be hidden by a mask of pleasure. She had obviously been going through the cabin looking for clues to his taste as she cleaned. His gaze caught that fact as he had opened the door. His carpet was straightened of its wrinkles, port-sills, chest tops, knobs and shelves had been damp-wiped. His clothes-press was open with everything neatly hung and airing. She had been more than merely busy. She had found the unlocked chest under the bed with its cargo of very feminine clothing.

“Captain! Welcome back! I had hoped to have this done and hung before you returned but velvet is hard to darn so that it doesn’t show.” She held out the nearly repaired bed hanging for his inspection.

Gravely he examined it in her outstretched hands, actually appreciating the quality of her needlework. Velvet was hard to repair when it was worn thin and her work would be invisible when done. He let his gaze go past her outstretched hands and down her arms to her bosom. He let his eyes rest on her breasts for an embarrassingly long moment.

“Excellent,” he said ambiguously. She was dressed in a blouse that had sheer amber sleeves and front, loosely fitted and open down the center of her chest, with shiny black mussel fabric, laced tight from just below the breasts to her waist where it vanished into a sash-belt of light brown. Dark brown, almost black, slick fabric pants covered her to the groin, with legs of sheer amber matching the top of the outfit. Everything was accented and decorated with ruffles of white Longin Lace.

Kurti saw the approval in his eyes and felt relief flood her. I’m glad that you like what I’ve done and how I dressed. I’ll live longer. Acting sprightly, she said, “I hope that you don’t mind that I got into these clothes, Captain. I found them in an unlocked chest beneath the bunk, while I was cleaning.” Suffering only slightly inside as she did so, she let the hanging fall, straightened her back and squared her shoulders to project her bust more fully and stepped forward to hug him to her.

Surprised beyond measure, Captain Barad returned her hug. Her head snuggled into him barely at mid-chest. No other cabin-girl has ever treated me like this before. The others were all too afraid or too angry. He held her to him and stroked her medium brown hair as he said quietly, “I know that you are afraid of me, Kurti. That is wise. I can see that you are also determined to do what I want and help me however you can. That is also wise.

“I will tell you frankly that no other girl has steered this course. Already, the clothes that you chose for me appear to be having some effect. You are the first to clean without my order. None has ever approached me as you have, voluntarily, unless her spirit was in ruins.” Absently, as he put his thoughts into order, he stroked her gently along the jaw, tilting her head up to look into her gray eyes. She schooled herself not to flinch from his touch. He let her go.

In a voice that surprised her with its pleasant tone, he said, “Finish your mending, Kurti. It is going well. I should like to watch you do it. Besides, we don’t have time to sport now. I’ll have to make a sighting of one of the moons, shortly,” he said, settling into a comfortable chair.

“Is it the rise of Carsis?” she asked curiously, looking at him over her busy hands. “I knew that a noon sighting would be necessary but I couldn’t figure out from the books what you would need for that. I did set out the ephemeris book of Carsis, your favorite stylus, a tallow-slate and your most recent chart on the chart table.”

“Yes, it will be Carsis rise.” Captain Barad’s brow furrowed in perplexity as he looked at the preparations on his chart table. “How did you know that this was my favorite stylus?”

Kurti ventured a smile and said, “I cleaned. That stylus was far more worn and polished by your hand than any other.”

“Simple, obvious, observant, and stemming directly from serving me. You think and your actions are ruled by your thought. You rule your fear.” He measured her with his pale watery-blue eyes with embarrassing directness. “I will be frank. I like some fear in those about me. Even more, I like to see that fear mastered, though never banished. I respect such people. They are rare. I did not expect to find such a quality in you. No other cabin-girl that I have had has shown your strength.”

Captain Barad gathered two instruments from a shelf and went up on deck to make his sighting. Soon he returned to set the water-clock to zero and went back up to continue his navigational work. After some more time he came down and noted the elapsed time. Consulting the Ephemeris for Carsis, Barad began to calculate on his tallow-slate. He muttered to himself, looked at his chart, rubbed out his problems and started over.

“Sir,” Kurti ventured timidly, “I am very handy with figures. I know nothing of navigation but if you give me figures to work, I can do them for you.” I must be crazy. If he thinks that I am trying to learn his job, he will kill me.

The Captain looked up calculatingly from his morass of figures and held out a stylus. “I’d almost forgotten that you were a ship’s stores keeper besides being a diver. Here, try this. These two need to be added, then this figure from the table has to be subtracted from the total. After that, find the closest figure on this other table here.”

Kurti made a show of having some difficulty with the simple task. Even so, she was quicker than he had been. It was when she was looking up the last figure that she found a difficulty. Perplexed, she examined her work and found it to be good. Then she picked up the book and looked closely at the columns of figures. She laughed and pointed to the Carsis rising time in the book.

“Here is the culprit! A dragged bit of hair has made a three into a nine.”

Looking at the book, Captain Barad said, “Observant. How did you know that your answer was wrong?��

She held out the tallow-slate. “I got the same answer as the one that you rubbed out. Since yours was wrong, mine had to be too.” Barad nodded accepting the simple explanation.

He surprised her by his next question. “Kurti, do you understand Lading functions? General Mass Distribution equations?”

“Yes, Sir. As a stores clerk I had to figure cargo placement, ballast distribution and load for the hands to implement.”

Barad nodded thoughtfully, “I always accept the Gifts of the Dragons. I may have a good use for your mathematical talents.”

Kurti arched a skeptical eyebrow. “My mathematical talents, Captain?”

“Indeed,” he replied, his eyes gaging her with a new interest. “The indenture of a skilled Calculator is worth thrice or more the indenture of a boat-builder.”

Shifting subjects quickly, Barad smiled at her slight confusion and said, “I do try to reward those who willingly do me service. I had intended a bit of bed-sport before this evening’s game of Three Dragons. I offer you your choice. No answer that you give will be held against you.”

Ouch! I dressed to provoke his lust. If I turn him down, I will appear to be teasing him. Not safe! “You are my Captain,” she replied. My duty is to you. Besides, it would be a shame not to follow through on what I’ve started.” She gestured at the sheer and shiny clothing. Stomach churning a bit at what she would do for survival, she led him to the bed.

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : World of Sea : Part 12

SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

Reproduction in any form, physical, electronic or digital is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

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“Of course, little easier,” he leafed through the stack and pointed to a place. “Here, where they were using the small boats to harpoon, would seem a likely bit to add it to.”

“I know that I can trust you to do it well,” said Barad, in genuine admiration, as Morgu’s facile hand added the note.

“Would you like to join me and Master Selked for a game of Three Dragons this evening after dinner?”

“I would be happy to,” said Morgu sincerely. “I’ll be there.”

“Yes, it will be Carsis rise.” Captain Barad’s brow furrowed in perplexity as he looked at the preparations on his chart table. “How did you know that this was my favorite stylus?”

Kurti ventured a smile and said, “I cleaned. That stylus was far more worn and polished by your hand than any other.”

“Here is the culprit! A dragged bit of hair has made a three into a nine.”

Looking at the book, Captain Barad said, “Observant. How did you know that your answer was wrong?”

She held out the tallow-slate. “I got the same answer as the one that you rubbed out. Since yours was wrong, mine had to be too.” Barad nodded accepting the simple explanation.

He surprised her by his next question. “Kurti, do you understand Lading functions? General Mass Distribution equations?”

“Yes, Sir. As a stores clerk I had to figure cargo placement, ballast distribution and load for the hands to implement.”

Barad nodded thoughtfully, “I always accept the Gifts of the Dragons. I may have a good use for your mathematical talents.”

Kurti arched a skeptical eyebrow. “My mathematical talents, Captain?”

“Indeed,” he replied, his eyes gaging her with a new interest. “The indenture of a skilled Calculator is worth thrice or more the indenture of a boat-builder.”

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