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Chapter 52 - Harry | Temper*

My mind was a mess and the idea of burning down the whole club with the blonde guy and the bartender rushed through my body, triggering a thrill that ran straight through my veins. It took me completely in just like the burning desire and the tension that probably never subsided...but only became stronger with every second that I spent with Ashely.

At the moment we were in the car on the way back to Niall's summer house. After she suddenly interrupted our kiss to remark that I had lost the bet, she wanted me to pay the price and say the magic words. But I did not. I hadn't even thought about that stupid bet the moment I crashed our mouths together and now I regretted it.

She will tease me about it forever.

When I made it pretty clear that I wasn't going to say what she wanted to hear, she became even more obnoxious than usual. She was so damn cocky. But she was also pissed.

I didn't dignify her with a glance since we left the bathroom and the club and still didn't now. My gaze was fixed forward. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, so that my knuckles were already turning white, because everything in me had to concentrate on not causing a car accident now, even if I was boiling with rage.

Once again I didn't care and didn't fasten my seatbelt, which Ashely critically observed with a arched eyebrow but didn't comment on. I don't understand why it is so important that I wear one, I never do and never will.

It is simply unnecessary. I can also get out faster without it, which is much more practical.

Anyway, we're almost back to the house, but I made the fatal mistake and peeked over to Ashely, who was smiling cheekily and was certainly just thrilled that I lost the bet. But I mean, I would have been too if it had been the other way around. Unfortunately, however, this is not the case...

"Oh Harry, it's okay that you don't dare to say it" she said with a sardonic smile. It was the first time she'd said anything since we'd been in the car and her provocative tone rippled through my body from top to bottom, making me grip the steering wheel even tighter.

I would have preferred her to keep her mouth shut.

Now she started teasing me and I really don't advise her to... you don't pour water into burning oil.

I bit my tongue to keep myself from answering and my eyes were fixed on the street in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her positioning herself on the center console, leaning on her arms and looking at me with a grin. "Knowing that you lost the bet because you couldn't keep your hands off me is also a good win."

"Shut up." I tried to act like I didn't care what she said and that it didn't bother me, however, this is very hard when Ashley Scott is the one trying to annoy you. "But why?" she asked chuckling. "Let's talk about it."

"I don't want to talk," I replied flatly. This probably didn't seem to bother her, what else could I have expected. "Then I can talk." she exclaimed and I squinted my eyes in annoyance.

"I think it's really cute how you can't manage to keep your bet... little boys would react the same way. Defiant and stubborn, that suits you just fine."

Excuse me? Did she just compare me to a child?

"Kinda gives me small dick energy, don't you think?"