Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1)

by Autumn Raynne

  Time passed, Reese and Harrison enjoyed an extremely intense, hot affair, but Reese was falling in love with him and wanted more and more of his time. Often, she texted him throughout the day just to say hi, and he seldom replied. When she asked, he responded curtly “I don’t like texting”. Sometimes, Reese hated since she had entered into their relationship knowing he would never marry her. The sexual chemistry between them was blazing hot, but Reese wondered if her sexual prowess would be enough to make him love her.

  Harrison had been enjoying his affair with Reese immensely. She was the perfect blonde trophy. He felt like he had it all, but he sensed that Reese was starting to have more serious feelings about him. He had feared this would happen as most women would probably not settle for being just a mistress. Harrison continually bought her gifts to appease her with the hope she would be happy with her position in his life. Lately, Harrison had also allowed himself to feel more deeply about Reese than he should, and it was becoming more and more difficult for him to maintain emotional distance between them. With the holidays fast approaching, Reese had been hinting around about Harrison spending more time with her, but he had been avoiding the subject. Obviously, he had to spend the holidays with his family, much to his dismay.

  Reese longed to invite Harrison to her family’s home for Christmas dinner, but she knew he could never make it. Instead, they celebrated Christmas on the twenty-third as Harrison had plans to take his family to Colorado until after New Year’s. Reese was very upset by this, but Harrison reminded her that was the arrangement. For Christmas, Harrison had given her an exquisite, grey, fox coat along with keys to an Audi R8 Spyder convertible! Reese nearly fainted when she saw it. “Oh, my God! Are you serious? This is so expensive. Harrison, how?”

  “It’s only a car, baby.” He chuckled.

  “It’s not just any car! Wow. It’s beautiful! I love it!”

  “Now you can drive to visit your family, or you could use this.” Harrison held out his hand, which contained a first-class, round-trip ticket to San Diego.

  “Thank you so much!” Reese had tears in her eyes. Then she handed him the gift she had picked especially for him.

  Silently, Harrison opened the small box, which contained a solid platinum ring with diamond studs and an inscription, “Love always, your goddess”. Harrison just stared into the box.

  “Reese, I love it. But I can’t wear it.”

  “I know, but you could wear it at your office.”

  “No, Reese, I would have a hard time explaining it if someone was to notice and then comment to my wife. No, Reese. I can’t. Take it back.” He handed her the box.

  Reese’s blue eyes began filling with tears.

  Harrison stood up. “This is what I hate. No. I won’t have it. You don’t need to buy me anything. You are my gift. Buy sexy lingerie. Buy sex toys. That’s what I want from you. That’s all.”

  “I have to get going to make my flight. Merry Christmas, baby. Hope you have a great one. See you when I get back. And please remember, Reese, don’t fall in love with me. I can’t love you like that. I am sorry.” Harrison kissed her long and hard and walked out the door, leaving Reese speechless.

  Reese threw the box against wall. Fuck. She had done the worst thing a girl like her could do. She had fallen in love with a married man. Now she was going to suffer for it. There was no one to blame but herself.

  For Christmas, Reese took Harrison’s ticket and flew to see her family in San Diego. She adored walking on the beach, but at night, she was so lonely without Harrison. She wondered if he thought of her when he was with his wife. Holidays at her parents meant questions about her love life, work, etc. What could she tell them? ‘Hey mom, my boyfriend is fantastically wealthy, gorgeous, and married with two children.’ Yeah. That would sit well. She also had to deal with her brother and sister and their families as well.

  “Oh, Reese, you should move back here. I know fabulous guys who would love to meet you.” Her sister, Trisha, was a less attractive version of Reese. Her ass was slightly wider and her chest much smaller. Trisha was a journalist. She also had a good-looking husband, Salvatore, who worked on Wall Street. He flew back and forth every week from East to West coast. They had two small children.

  “Yes, Reese, we miss you so much. You look pale; you need the California sunshine!” Reese’s mother, Meg, sighed.

  “How’s work? You still kicking ass as the marketing director at RTI?” her brother, Mark, asked.

  “Work is fine. Not too hard. I like Chicago. Big city, lots to see and do.” Reese tried to divert them.

  “Seeing anyone?” Mark’s wife, Sue, asked, sipping her Bellini.

  “Nobody really special. A few guys here and there.”

  “Well, it’s about time. You know, James has remarried,” Meg commented. James was Reese’s ex-husband.

  “I don’t care,” Reese stated, getting up for another drink.

  “Reese, you are a gorgeous girl. You were in all sorts of beauty pageants. You had modeling contracts. Any man would be interested in you.”

  “Thanks for the reminder, mother. I know.” Reese took her drink outside and went for a walk on the beach. What a joke this was. She couldn’t tell anyone about Harrison. He would blow them all away. Damn him, she thought. Just leave the bitch. Her life would be perfect without that bitch in their way. More than once, Reese had thought about what would happen if his wife were gone. She had fantasized that with his wife out of the way, Harrison would marry her, and she would live with him in his grand house on the Gold Coast. Sighing deeply, Reese knew that was only a dream though. She could never harm anyone for any reason. Could she?

  Chapter 6

  Reese returned from the holidays feeling more defeated than ever. She was stuck. She loved Harrison and couldn’t help it. Did he ever think of her at all when they weren’t together?

  Suddenly, the door swung open and Harrison strode in looking furious.

  “What’s wrong?” She jumped off the couch.

  “Who the fuck is Salvatore? Why the hell is he answering your phone?” Harrison stood right in her face breathing hard.

  “Salvatore? Who? When? I don’t get it.”

  Harrison shook with rage. He spoke in short gasps, “I… tried… to call you on… Christmas, and some fucking spic asshole answered the phone.”

  Incensed, Reese put her hand up. “Hold on. First of all, Salvatore isn’t a ‘spic’ he’s American, and secondly, he is my sister’s husband.”

  Harrison stopped short. “Oh, I’m sorry. I tried to call you and a guy answered. What should I think?”

  Reese was still upset. “You could have just asked me, not freaked out. We were out at the beach, and I left my phone on the deck. I guess he answered it. He’s nosy as hell.”

  “I’m sorry, Reese. I didn’t mean–”

  “–Look, I said I love you. That’s what I meant. I’m tired of hiding it. If you don’t like it, then leave.” Reese stormed off to her bedroom.

  Harrison followed her. She was sitting on her bed crying. He sat beside her and stroked her hair. “I know. I have been thinking about that. I have strong feelings for you too, and not just for the sex.”

  Reese raised her tear-filled eyes to him. Was there hope? Her heart soared. “Really?”

  Harrison nodded. Looking at him, Reese noticed how disheveled he looked, which was so unlike his polished appearance.

  “While we were apart over the holidays, I realized I want you more and more. Not her. But I can’t get divorced. I have seen colleagues lose everything through divorce. She would get half or more of everything. I would lose my entire inheritance. I can’t take that. I love you, but I can’t start over.”

  Reese’s heart beat so fast and hard it almost exploded. He loved her! She had won!

  “I don’t care about your money. It’s you I want.” Reese hugged him.

  Harrison pushed her back. “I know. But I have kids too. You want them? How could we live the lifestyle we enjoy now
? We couldn’t live in my house. She would make my life hell if I left her.”

  “I hadn’t thought of your kids, but I am willing to do anything to make it work.”

  Harrison sighed deeply. “You don’t know that. I also have my family to consider. We don’t get divorced. If you are unhappy with your wife, you get a mistress. That’s why I got you. I can’t, Reese. There isn’t a way out. I have given this endless thought.”

  Reese panicked. He was thinking her way now, but it did look hopeless. Thinking of a new tactic, she began to slowly undress.

  “What are you doing, baby?” he asked, his eyes wide.

  “Just doing what I am supposed to.” Reese slipped her red lacy bra straps down her shoulders exposing her big breasts to his hungry eyes. Then she bent way over in front of him and slowly dropped her red panties down to her ankles. She began undulating in a slow dance in front of him.

  “Reese,” Harrison uttered her name before grabbing her around the waist. “I have missed you so much.” He began stroking her body and reaching his hands around to feel between her legs. He found her dripping wet and moaned. Meanwhile, Reese turned around to face him and began caressing her own ample breasts and pulling her nipples. This drove him crazy.

  “I want you, baby,” he said as he began to unzip his pants.

  Reese stopped and grabbed hold of his wrist. “Not so fast, Mr. Grantham. Let me take care of you now.”

  Harrison let go of his zipper and began breathing hard as Reese bent down, her blonde hair falling around her face, and took him into her mouth. She worked his shaft with her mouth then with her tongue, flicking the head and stroking him with her hands. She lightly teased him with her fingernails until he swelled so hard in her mouth she could hardly fit him inside her. Suddenly, he grabbed her head and forced her mouth up and down his shaft until he filled her. She gazed up at him with her big blue eyes as she swallowed.

  Harrison stared at her in awe. “My God, that’s the best blowjob I ever had. Fuck, that was amazing.”

  Reese smiled up at him. Then she came around behind him and began rubbing his shoulders. “I think you need to relax, honey. Let me make you feel good.”

  Harrison laid down as she began working his shoulders. She grabbed a bottle of scented, massage oil from the nightstand and poured it on his back. Gliding her hands over his muscular, tanned back, she felt him relax. Then she began using her breasts to massage him, and her nipples became very hard as she glided them along his back.

  “What is that? That feels amazing,” he moaned.

  “My tits.”

  “That’s awesome, baby. I love it. Keep going.” Harrison moaned with pleasure.

  “Baby, I have been thinking. Thinking about the problem we have…” Reese began as she kept rubbing him.

  “Problem? What do you mean?” Harrison was lost in pleasure.

  “Do I even have to mention it? Your wife.”

  “My wife? Why bring her up right now?” Harrison began to get up. Reese pushed him back down.

  “Yes, your wife. How can we be together with her in your life?”

  “Like we are now. That’s the only way. I told you I can’t divorce her.” Irritated, Harrison sat up.

  “I get that. But what if she were gone?” Reese asked, flashing her puppy-dog eyes at him.

  Harrison flared his eyes. “What the hell do you mean gone?”

  “Gone. I mean like what if she left you? Maybe she’s cheating too.”

  Harrison gave a loud cackle. “Yeah right. Ms. Frosty Panties. Who the fuck would want her?”

  Reese just smiled. “Or what if she was unhappy and just left?”

  Harrison shook his head. “Hell, no. Who would want her? She’s boring as hell and hates sex. She wants everything she can get from me. She won’t leave. The funny thing is it’s not even about the money. She has her own inheritance. She would just want to see me destroyed. We have kids to think about too. What the hell would we do about them?”

  Reese pondered these questions. “I don’t know, baby. I am just trying to make our lives better.”

  “Reese, the only way we can be together is like this, so drop it.” Harrison pulled her back onto the bed.

  He grabbed her legs, pushed them up in the air and buried his head between them. Licking and sucking her folds, he swirled his tongue around her clit, making her forget everything.

  Drowning in orgasm, Reese forgot about his wife for the night.

  Chapter 7

  Months passed as Reese and Harrison continued their torrid affair. Neither of them mentioned his wife again, and Reese tried to enjoy the time they had together. It’s ironic, she thought, I’m the happiest I have ever been, yet I am also the loneliest I have ever felt. More and more, Reese wanted Harrison to herself. She took great comfort and satisfaction in knowing he loved her, but it just wasn’t enough.

  Looking out her window one evening admiring the beautiful view of Lake Michigan, she wondered about Harrison’s wife, Lisa. What kind of woman was she? Reese knew what she looked like, but why had Harrison married her? Did he tell her he loved her too? Did he, in fact, love her? What about his children? What kind of man was he when he was with them? Thoughts like this drove Reese absolutely crazy. She couldn’t imagine Harrison having a tea party in the backyard with his daughters or attending a ballet recital. How long had he been married before they’d had children? Sometimes, Reese felt tremendous guilt as well. She’d had no real intention of hurting anyone when they started this, but a lot of people would probably be disgusted with her if they knew she was a mistress. It wasn’t something she had sought out to do. She had simply fallen in love with him, whoever he was. Whatever situation Harrison was in, she was prepared to handle, or so she thought.

  Pressing her forehead to the glass, she thought of Harrison. Did he feel any guilt at all? How did he feel? She was certain he didn’t feel guilty for cheating, but did he feel bad for his children at all? Reese constantly thought about how much better their lives would be with his wife out of the way, but how could they get rid of her? Harrison had said she wouldn’t leave him, so how could Reese remove her from the picture? Pacing the floor, she racked her mind for a solution. She needed to clear her head. Time for a drink, she thought. Donning a soft, pink dress, she slipped on a pair of heels and went down to a local pub.

  Pulling her sleek Audi into a parking spot, Reese slipped into a quiet pub. As she walked in the bar, she felt all eyes upon her, which made her feel a bit self-conscious. A few drinks later, she would feel more at ease. As she sat at the bar sipping a vodka tonic, she thought she recognized a tall man with thinning hair looking at her. Who is he? She thought. Probably just some guy looking to score. She turned away and went back to her drink.

  A few moments later, the bartender returned with another vodka tonic. “Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

  As he sat the drink down in front of her, she looked up expecting to see another guy hitting on her. To her surprise, it was the same man she had noticed earlier. He waved at her.

  “Reese! How are you?” She peered closer. It was Darrell Wyndham, an old friend of hers from Northwestern. Darrell had married her former sorority sister, Julia Wasserman.

  Reese jumped up from her seat and walked over to him. “Hi, Darrell! So good to see you!”

  They embraced briefly.

  “Reese, it’s been so long. You look so beautiful, as always.”

  “Thank you.” Her blue eyes scanned her former friend. Tall, thin, almost too thin, with balding hair, Darrell didn’t look anything like she remembered him. The last time she had seen him, he had been handsome with teasing green eyes and clean-shaven with dark hair. Now his eyes looked a bit sunken, giving him a sad, tired appearance, and he looked as if he hadn’t shaved in several days.

  “So how are you, Darrell? Are you still married to Julia? How is she doing?” Reese sat down next to him.

  Nervously, Darrell swirled his drink in his hand. His eyes remained
downcast and his face clouded with pain.

  “I am surprised you haven’t heard; it was all over the local news.” Darrell looked up at her.

  Reese swallowed hard. “What is it, Darrell?”

  “Julia... She died several months ago.” Darrell choked up.

  “Not Julia! Oh, my God, Darrell. I am so sorry.” Reese reached over to embrace him. “How? Why?”

  Darrell sighed heavily. He threw back the rest of his drink.

  “Depression. She had been depressed for a number of years, but after our kids were born, it got worse. A friend of hers recommended she try getting on an antidepressant or something and she did. Didn't help. She got worse, and one weekend I had the kids out camping. She... she hung herself in the basement.” Reese’s mouth dropped. “Oh, how tragic, Darrell.” Tears filled the corners of her eyes.

  Darrell cleared his throat. He rubbed his arms as if a chill had come over him.

  “I… I found her. My brother and I had been camping with our kids. He ran inside when he heard me scream.”

  “Oh, my God, the kids didn’t see her, did they?”

  Darrell shook his head. “No, thank God. My brother had kept them upstairs until the police had arrived. Cops had initially thought it was some weird ‘autoerotic asphyxiation’ thing since she wasn’t fully clothed, but I knew what she had done. Her depression hadn’t gotten better. Actually, Julia had been suffering from bipolar depression since she was a teenager. Tragic. So tragic.”