MR. H.

by Samantha Hart

  “We tried to keep it as simple as you requested, what do you think Hannah?”

  Honestly, I was thrilled with it, a simple white book, large black MR. H as the title, smaller black print for all other writing, with an image on the front cover of an anonymous well-built man in a black suit from the jawline down to his waist, holding a small remote in one hand, as a nod to the wedding scene.

  “It’s perfect.” I announced, after thoroughly looking over every detail, “Show me where I sign so we can get out of here, it is Saturday after all.”

  That was half the reason, the other half was to get Mr. H away from all of these eyes gawking at him. Yes, he’s handsome, but he’s my handsome, back off ladies.

  “What’d you think?” I asked Mr. H as we walked back into the elevator.

  “I think you’re brilliant Miss James. Brilliant, talented and ridiculously beautiful…even when you’re jealous. I saw you scowling at the girls who were checking me out, I could see the ‘mine’ flashing across your eyes like a giant neon sign.” He laughed.

  “Ha. Jealous is so not the right word. Annoyed that they were all fucking you with their eyeballs maybe, but jealous?” Hell no. I had the man. They were jealous.

  “Sorry Hannah, but I think you get my point.”

  Of course I did, I understood perfectly well, I was beginning to feel possessive over him, just as he was, over me. It was going to be very hard to ‘share’ him with the world, not that everyone would know who Mr. H was, as far as the readers will be concerned he is a fictional character, but they will fall in love with him nonetheless, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

  We took our time heading back to the carpark, casually strolling, window shopping, pointing out anything that sparked an interest. Mr. H tried tempting me into more than one jewellers, pretty sure he was trying to fish for birthday present ideas. I’d dropped a bombshell on him last night as we were snuggled up in bed. My 26th Birthday was next Saturday. He had exactly one week. Not that I wanted anything from him, he’d spent more money on me than I had spent on myself in like – forever.

  In the car heading back to Mr. H’s condo, he asked whether I wanted my birthday off work, he said he’d be happy to arrange someone to cover for me. A sweet thought, but no, strangely, the restaurant was one of my happy places, working there never actually felt like ‘work’ anyway.

  “You never cease to surprise me Hannah James. What 26 year old woman wants to work, on her birthday?”

  “Hey! Watch it! I’m not 26, yet. You probably don’t even remember turning 26 though, do you old man?”

  Mr. H laughed, not like a laugh along with you kind of laugh though, more like a ‘yeah you’re going to pay for that one later’ type laugh. The best kind. The kind that would have me slightly on edge for the rest of the day.

  “I’d kill for a disgusting greasy burger for lunch.” I said, pointing out the drive thru.

  “I’ll do you a deal Hannah, I’ll buy the burgers, but only if you help me burn the calories off after we eat them.”

  “Sounds manageable.”

  It seemed so wrong carrying cheap, nasty, but oh so tasty takeaway into such an extravagant condo. One thing’s for sure though, eating a burger with a view like that tastes so much better than sitting in a stained, filth pit that is a burger joint booth.

  “Two hours and thirty five minutes until I have to deliver your fine ass to work, I’ll give you thirty five minutes to let your food digest. One hour to burn off these calories. Half an hour for you to get ready for work, and that leaves us thirty minutes travelling time. How does this schedule work for you Ma’am?”

  I figured a flirty smile would be enough of an answer, but then I decided a simple,

  “Perfect, Sir.” Would have much more impact. And I was right, the word Sir seems to ignite something powerful inside him, almost as if all sign of Callan disappears and all that’s left is a Dominant male, hungry for his fix of rough, aggressive, controlling sex.

  As the time ticked down, Mr. H grew more and more ravenous.

  I could see now, that waiting really wasn’t one of his strong suits, waiting was driving him wild, his pupils were dilated making his eyes almost appear black, he looked – to put it simply – predatory, and it was unbelievably sexy.

  He was sitting in the closest armchair to the massive floor to ceiling windows, he stared at his Rolex, watching the last thirty seconds tick away.

  It almost felt as though all other noise had stopped and all that was remaining was slow, quiet, ‘tick, tick, tick.’

  “It’s 2pm.” He announced with a sly smirk appearing across his face, “Come over here baby, then down on your knees.”

  I walked over, as slowly as I could get away with, before attempting to seductively drop to my knees at his feet. Mr. H had already unzipped his pants and his hard cock was out and proud. “Suck it.” I couldn’t help but giggle, I hadn’t been told to ‘suck it’ since I was a teenager.

  “Is something funny?” He cocked his head.

  I managed to get out a “No Sir, I’m sorry” before Mr. H had my hair entwined in his hand, forcing my opened mouth down his shaft.

  “It’s not funny now is it?” He asked, pumping his cock deep down my throat whilst holding my head firmly in place. “Mmm this is the best way to keep your bratty mouth quiet.”

  He held me there for quite some time, longer than he had done before that’s for sure, and just as I thought he was finally about to let me up for air, he forced my his cock farther down my throat than I had managed thus far in our relationship, producing one almighty gag on my behalf, and only when tears began welling up in my eyes, he decided it was time to let up.

  “Ah, there it is, I knew we would find your gag reflex eventually,” Mr. H chuckled, and as he pulled me up from the floor, the welled up tears found themselves streaming down my cheeks, leaving a path of mascara stained rivers where foundation once was. I could see my reflection in the window, hair dishevelled, makeup ruined, I looked a right mess.

  “Stand up, remove your clothes, turn to face the window.”

  I felt him stand closely behind me as I undressed, closely enough to feel his presence but not his touch. I took my time, slowly removing one item at a time, pants, shirt, my bra and finally the panties, I made sure to take extra time with them, slowly shimmering them down my body before bending at my waist with spread legs to pick them up.

  “Stop. Hold there.” He ordered as my hands were just reaching the panties on the floor. I was completely exposed to him like this, and I was sure he would be able to see just how moist sucking his cock like that had made me.

  “Just a moment,” Mr. H said as he picked his phone up from the chair, “I need a quick snapshot of this first, it’s far too perfect of a view, I mean look at that sky today.”

  “You’re an asshole.”

  “What? You want what in your asshole? Sorry, didn’t quite hear that.”

  “Oh he’s a comedic asshole.” I knew I was going to pay for this, that was half the fun, but still, I couldn’t help but giggle – nervously. I could never quite be sure how I would be punished for my bratty ways.

  “Hands on the window.”

  Clearly I was taking too long for his liking, because I ended up being manhandled into position, having my hands placed on the window exactly where he wanted them, I was bent at exactly the angle he wanted, feet positioned to the perfect spot he wanted, everything as he wanted.

  “Perfect. One more photo.”

  “An aspiring photographer now are we?”

  “Only when the perfect opportunity arises. Now, be quiet, and don’t move.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I knew exactly what I was doing when I said that, I knew hearing the word Sir would be enough to convince him to put down the phone and fuck me, hard, just as we both wanted. And he didn’t let me down, as soon as the word slipped from my mouth he was coming at me, like some depraved animal.

  Chapter Sixteen.

  On the way to work,
Mr. H again bought up the topic of my birthday. Did I want to fly home for the weekend and see my folks? Did I want to go out partying on the town? Did I want a dinner planned for all our friends? Did I want to throw a party at his place?

  I felt so bad turning all of his lovely offers down, but when he chucked out one last idea, it threw me, did I want it? I think I did.

  “What about a key to my condo?”

  I tried to look like I was thinking about it, but I couldn’t prevent the smile from cracking across my face, I didn’t want to come across too eagerly but I think I failed.

  “I’ll take that as a yes then?”

  Biting my bottom lip, I nodded, I couldn’t believe it but this was actually really exciting. In my head, I was instantly coming up with all the ways I could surprise him for a change, I could cook him dinner, I could be waiting naked for him when he got home, I could… oh that’s a good one, I could be waiting naked with another girl, yeah I think he’d like that one. I know he’s been pestering me to experiment with my attraction to girls, and I really did want to. I’d only ever had one brief encounter with another female before, and it wasn’t a bad encounter, not at all.

  “Hannah, you look flushed, you ok?”

  I laughed, if only he knew why I looked flushed, but I can’t tell him, not yet.

  “I’m fine, just hot, can we turn on the air con?”

  After saying a long goodbye to Mr. H at the car, I trundled myself into Collared. The first person I laid my eyes on was Katie, as per usual, but she looked different, and awfully good today, even if I could only see her backside. I couldn’t figure out what it was that was different about her, but there was something.

  “Hi Babe.” Katie said, “How did your meeting go?”

  Ah, that’s it, I realised as she turned around, she was wearing glasses, and heels rather than her usual ballet flats.

  “Really good thanks! Hey… those glasses really suit you, why have I never seen them before?” I asked, “And those heels, girl, damn.”

  Shit, what was I doing? Why am I flirting with Katie? Is she the reason I’d been thinking more about girls lately? We do seem to have this weird sexual natured friendship, but I thought we were both joking.

  “Yeah, my contacts have been hurting my eyes lately, so back to glasses it is.”

  “Well, in my opinion, the glasses are incredibly sexy.” I gulped, wishing I could rewind the words back in to my mouth.

  She smiled, blushing deeply, before turning her face away to hide.

  I really have to cut this out, she is Mr. H’s best friend, I don’t think he would be too happy if Katie was the one I decided to explore my bisexual curiosity with, not that she would be interested in me anyways. But damn, now that I’d started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop, this was going to be one hell of a long shift with thoughts of Katie between my thighs running through my mind. Or was it me between hers? Oh my god, I needed to stop thinking like that. Now.

  Luckily for me, Saturdays are our busiest nights of the week, I didn’t have time to spend standing around checking out the sexy red headed waitress, but that didn’t stop me sneaking in a glimpse every now and again. Especially not when she would walk by, her sweet perfume wafting around was purely intoxicating, I wondered what it would smell like, up close, much closer, skin on skin, mouth on skin. Fuck. Snap out of it Hannah.

  “Hannah. Do you have a moment?” I was startled, my mind was busy elsewhere. What did I say to Mr. H about sneaking up on me like that?

  “Oh, yip, a quick one.”

  “I won’t be able to walk you home tonight, I need to go see Pete. He and Rachel have split up – and, it’s kind of my fault.”

  “Oh.” Shit, I was confused, what could Mr. H possibly have to do with their breakup? Did I even really want to know? Probably not.

  A long lingering kiss, with a one hand wrapped around my waist, and one in my hair, was a lovely parting gift before he flitted off to be a good friend.

  However, I noticed that the kiss had caught someone else’s attention. Katie. As our eyes locked, hers darted back away, quickly. Something strange was going on here tonight, the air was thick with tension.

  The shift was over before I even had a chance for a decent break, possibly our busiest night yet. Linda and Beth were both exhausted, plonking themselves down in the dining area with a cold beer each.

  “We’ll get to cleaning the kitchen once my feet stop throbbing.” Beth announced.

  “Fair call, I think I’ll join you guys, how about you Katie?”

  She glanced up, but took off out the back before I even knew what was happening, what had I done? I don’t understand why she’d be upset?

  “What’s her problem?” Linda asked, “Should I go check on her?”

  “I’ll go.” I knew it had to have something to do with me, she was fine when I arrived, then it all went downhill from there.

  Walking out the back, I found her sitting on an old dining chair with her head in her hands. As I reached out to place a hand on her shoulder she stood up to face me, brushing my hand away.

  “Hannah, I’m so sorry, you must think I’m such a jackass acting like this, it’s just-.”

  I placed my hand back on her shoulder and wiped the rogue tear from her cheek while trying to search her eyes for any sign of what was wrong. But that’s when it happened, Katie reached her hand up to my face, caressing my cheek softly before leaning in slowly and placing her ridiculously soft lips on mine, I couldn’t fight it, I wanted this just as much as she did. I kissed her back but only for a couple of seconds before we both pulled away in a panic. She grabbed her bag up from the floor and took off before I had a chance to stop her.

  What the fuck had just happened?

  That moment kept running through my mind the whole walk home to my apartment, those few seconds of electrifying bliss, her extraordinarily soft lips, and the delicate feel of her fingers on my cheek.

  Oh my god, I’m in big trouble, I just realised I was going to have to tell Mr. H about this, and I had a feel he would be mad. Not only had I cheated on him, with a woman, that woman was his long time best friend. How the hell am I going to be able to tell him that? Should I talk to Katie first? Or Mr. H? Oh, fuck, neither, it’s going to have to be Jade.

  ‘You still awake? I need to talk.’

  ‘Sure am. Meet you at yours.’

  Seriously, this girl, the most dependable person you’ll ever meet, there for every fucking stupid crisis I get myself into.

  I made it to my apartment first, which I thought a little strange, she only lived five minutes away and it took me fifteen from work. I got changed out of my work gear and climbed in to a pair of comfy jammies. Still not here. Weird. Poured and drank a glass of wine. Huh, I grabbed out my phone thinking she may have changed her mind or text me. Nothing. So I send her a text.

  ‘You still coming? How far away are you?’

  I didn’t get a reply, so I messaged her a few more times before texting Ben, I knew I was being annoying, but it really wasn’t like her to bail on someone. Not like that.

  ‘Is Jade asleep? I thought she was on her way here ages ago.’

  I waited, and waited, and just when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer my phone rang, ‘Ben’ was calling.

  “Hannah, oh my god, Hannah, we just got to the hospital, Jade’s really ill, and I think we’re losing the baby.”

  “What do you mean, hospital?” I jumped out of bed, screaming ‘No!’ in my head, rummaging around for clothes, any clothes, shoes, I had to get there. Now.

  “She stood up to leave, to come and see you, and all of a sudden she was dizzy, really dizzy, and in so much pain, so much pain, she passed out. The paramedics mentioned something about a possible ectopic pregnancy.”

  “I’m on my way.” I said, hanging up and sprinting out the door.

  By the time I arrived, Jade had already gone into theatre. I wrapped my arms around a shaking, sobbing Ben and we both stood there crying together.
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br />   He told me there’s no way a baby survives an ectopic pregnancy. But that’s not the worst part. Ben had been told to prepare for the worst, Jade had massive internal bleeding and he even had to sign a hysterectomy consent form on her behalf, that was going to be the only way they would have any chance at all of saving Jade’s life.

  If she survived this, only to find out she could never have a baby of her own, she would be devastated, she’d only just come around to the idea of being a Mother, but now, she was loving every second of preparing to bring a child into her and Ben’s lives.

  The hours ticked away, heartbreakingly slowly.

  Mr. H had arrived at some point, I didn’t even remember I had text him, but I was glad he was there. Ben’s parents were there too, helping to hold their son together, as impossible as that seemed.

  For the most part, we sat in silence. Afraid to move, afraid that if we went to the bathroom we would miss something, it was agonising. Every part of me hurt, I wanted to scream. None of this was fair. Not Jade. Not lovely, put everyone else first, worry about herself later, Jade. Not my best friend. Not Ben’s future wife. This couldn’t be happening.

  Nothing else in my life mattered more at this moment. Every other little worry or problem disappeared. I wanted your help to make that happen, but not like this Jade. Not like this. Really, really, not like this.

  The longer we waited, the more convinced I was of impending bad news, we paced that waiting room for so long we could’ve made tracks in the shoddy old carpet. Night was beginning to turn into day, and still we waited, begging every doctor or nurse we saw for news. For something. Anything. Something to hold on to. Please.

  Finally, after six long hours of surgery laden with far too many complications, a doctor came to speak with us.

  “Jade fought strongly, and although she survived the initial process to stop the internal bleeding, we came across several unexpected complications that we struggled to get under control. Unfortunately during one of those complications, Jade went in to cardiac arrest, and we were unable to save her. I am so sorry.”