by Helen Cooper
“Do you want to take Sarah up to your room, Harry?” Daisy smiled at me. “We’re not terribly old-fashioned and so we don’t mind if you stay in the same room.”
“Oh.” I felt her face grow red. “Thanks.”
“Well won’t you look at that, the girl’s blushing.” Donald laughed and smiled at her sweetly. “No need to be embarrassed girl. We know our Harry.”
“Dad!” Harry’s voice was sharp and bemused. “Come on Sarah, let me show you my childhood bedroom.”
“Donald.” Daisy chided her husband as Sarah and Harry walked away. “You mustn’t say such things.”
“Well, it’s not like he’s ever brought another girl home before. She’ll be the only one he’s knocked boots in there with.”
“Donald.”
“Come on Daisy, you should be happy, this might mean we’ll be getting grandkids soon.”
Harry smiled at me as we walked up the stairs. “Now didn’t I tell you my parents are crazy?”
“They’re not crazy.” I laughed at him. I was surprised at them though. From what Harry had told me, I had thought his mom was going to be really cold and distant; pining away for John the butler. But his mom really did seem to love his dad and she hadn’t seen the butler anywhere. Maybe his mom was an even better actress than she was. Or maybe Donald had found out about the affair and banished John from the house. Now that would be crazy.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked me as we got to the top of the stairs and I just stood there.
“Oh nothing. Sorry.” There was no way I wanted to bring up his mom’s affair with the butler, not now that he seemed to be in such a good mood.
“Now be prepared for this, not much has been changed in my room since I left for college.”
“Oh no, not photos of naked girls?” I teased him as we walked into his room. I looked around it eagerly, trying to find clues that would fill her into what he had been like as a child. He had posters of famous paintings on the walls; I recognized prints of the Mona Lisa, Sunflowers and some others from an art history class I had taken. “Wow, so you were really interested in art, huh?”
“Something like that.” He put my bag down next to the bed. “So do you want to have sex now or later?”
“What?” I glanced at him and wrinkled her nose at him as I continued walking around the room. He had a number of books on his desk and I flipped through them. “I loved Huckleberry Finn as well.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I picked up a picture frame and saw a photo of a young Harry with a girl. They looked into the camera with bright smiles and he was tickling her. They looked like they were about seventeen in the photo. “Who’s this?” I asked casually.
He looked at the picture frame in my hand and frowned. “That’s Angelica. Let me have it.” He took it from me roughly and put it face down on top of his bag. “Shall we go and get something to eat?”
“Sure.” I wanted to ask more questions. I wanted to know who Angelica was. I tried to ignore the pain in my stomach as I thought about the photo. He’d looked so happy and alive. I’d never seen him with that much verve in his eyes. “So will I get to meet Angelica?”
Harry turned to look at me and snapped. “No.” And then he walked out of the door. Sarah stood there for a second before following him out of the door. Whoever this Angelica was, she definitely hit a nerve in Harry.
“I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be down in a second,” I called after Harry but he didn’t seem to hear me as he bounded down the stairs.
***
“How dare you put that photo up in my room, Mom!” Harry’s voice was harsh as I walked towards the kitchen. I waited by the door before walking in to see what else he was going to say.
“It’s a lovely picture, Harry.” Daisy protested weakly.
“Look Mom, I don’t want anything pertaining to Angelica in my room or in the house, do you get it?”
“You can’t just forget about what you had Harry.” She sighed.
“Mom.”
“She taught you so much Harry, look at your paintings. Remember that instead of thinking about what she took away.”
“I’m not going to say this again Mom, but I’m not interested in talking about or being reminded of Angelica.”
“Does Sarah know?” Daisy’s voice was soft.
“There is nothing that Sarah needs to know.” His voice was abrupt. “Where’s Dad? I need to fill him in the latest news with our merger in Germany.”
“He’s in the study with John.”
‘Oh.” I heard Harry walking towards the entrance. “I’m going out. I’ll be back.”
“Harry,” Daisy called after him but he didn’t stop. He barged out of the kitchen almost crashing into me.
“Hey Sarah. I have to go out. I’ll be back in a bit.” He looked at me briefly and walked out of the door. I heard his car starting and he drove off. I stood there with my shoulders trembling. I wasn’t sure what was going on and suddenly I felt very out of place.
“Sarah, I’m so sorry about that.” Daisy walked up to me and ushered me into the kitchen. “Harry can be a hot head sometimes.”
“I’ve noticed.” I grimaced.
“Don’t take it personally, my dear.” Daisy patted a seat at the big oak table. “Have a seat my dear, would you like a snack and drink?”
“Uh sure, thanks.” I smiled as Daisy floated around the spacious kitchen. Daisy was short, and blond and looked like a mother. She had no airs about her and poured me a glass of chocolate milk and gave me some cheese and crackers, with some grapes.
“Here you go, my dear.” She smiled sweetly at me. “You must forgive Harry for his rudeness. He’s always been hot tempered. I thought he would grow out of it, or at least I hoped he would. But I fear that is part of his personality.”
“I suppose.” I didn’t know if that was true. I’d always thought that Harry was extremely patient.
“So tell me more about yourself, dear.”
“Oh ok, sure.” I wasn’t sure what Harry would want me to tell his mom but I knew I couldn’t just say nothing. I spent the next two hours telling his mom about my childhood, college, wanting to be an actress and my friendship with Jane. Daisy was a great listener and I found myself at ease with her. It was only when Harry walked back through the door, a couple of hours later that I realized I hadn’t tried to plug any of the things that we had talked about earlier.
“Hey.” I looked up at him and smiled shyly. I was happy to see him; even though I was worried that there was something wrong with him that I didn’t know about.
“Hey.” He smiled at me and I felt my heart singing. He came over and gave me a big kiss on the lips and a hug and I held him close to me. “Sorry about earlier.”
“No problem,” I whispered to him, though I really wanted to know why he had gotten so mad at seeing a picture. Who was this Angelica and what had she done to him?
“Sorry Mom.” He released me and gave his mom a hug.
“No, I’m sorry, Harry.” She stroked his hair. “I didn’t mean to cause you pain.”
“I know.” He looked around the kitchen. “Dad done yet?”
“I think I heard him pottering around. Go and check the garage.”
“Okay. I’ll be back, Sarah.” He kissed me once more and I stared after him with a happy smile on my face as he left the room.
Daisy watched me as she stared after Harry and smiled to herself. She knew the look of love when she saw it. She had been surprised when Harry had shown up with Sarah; she hadn’t looked like the sort of girl he dated after Angelica. But maybe that was a good thing. A very good thing indeed.
Chapter 13
“Did you have fun talking to my mom?” Harry asked me as we walked into his room to get ready for dinner.
“Yes, she’s lovely.” I decided not to say anything else, lest he think I liked her too much. “Did you have a good talk with your dad?”
“Yeah. We’re supposed to be m
erging with a company in Germany so that we can open a plant there and I wanted to go over some numbers with him.”
“Oh.” I had no idea what he was talking about but didn’t want him to think I was some sort of dumbass.
“Oh indeed.” He laughed and walked up to me. “Thanks for doing this, Sarah. My parents love you.” He kissed me on the lips.
“It’s no problem.” I kissed him back hard and put my hands in his hair, loving the feel of it against my fingers.
“I know, I know. $50,000 will sweeten any deal but I still appreciate it.” He looked at me with a harsh smile and I frowned. I wasn’t doing this for the money anymore. Maybe I never really was. But I didn’t want to tell him that. I didn’t want him to know that I thought I was in love with him. “So, I was wondering if you wanted to take a shower together? That way we can get ready for dinner a bit faster.”
“Uh, I don’t know.” I paused. The idea sounded delicious but I’d never had a shower with a man before.
“Really?” His hand creeped up to my breast and he ran his palm back and forth on my nipples until they hardened. “Are you still unsure?” He bent his hand and suckled on my nipple through my top.
“Harry!” I squealed and arched my back so that he would suck on my nipples harder.
“Yes, Sarah?” He ripped off his shirt and jeans so that he was just standing there in a pair of black briefs.
“Nothing.” I gazed at him in admiration and awe. I reached over and grabbed the front of his briefs and let out a whistle. “Wow,” I mumbled as I grabbed his cock. It was already hard and ready to go. He pulled me towards him and pulled my jeans off and then I pulled my t-shirt off, so that I was standing in front of him with just a bra and panties. I watched as he placed his hand between my legs and slipped a finger under my panties.
“Wow,” he said as he rubbed my clit and felt my already wet pussy. “Seems like I’m not the only one who is ready and waiting.”
I smiled at him and watched as he pulled his finger out of my panties and sucked on it. “You taste so good,” he whispered into my ear after I watched him sucking his finger. I leaned into him and kissed him. I felt him unclasp my bra and lift it up so that my breasts were crushed against his chest. I moaned and reached down and grabbed his ass and he groaned. I lowered myself to the floor and pulled his briefs down and stared directly into his cock that was jutting out at me.
“Why hello there.” I grinned before taking him in my mouth. He groaned as I sucked him while cradling his balls at the same time.
“Oh shit, Sarah. I want to fuck you senseless.” His voice was deep and sexy and it turned me on even more. I took him as deep into my mouth as possible and sucked him like a juicy lollipop. “Oh fuck Sarah, don’t stop.” He grabbed my head and held it to his cock, I felt his body shudder and then he released what seemed like a boatload of semen into my mouth. I licked him dry eagerly, excited that he had been that horny and into it.
“Let’s go shower now, my Sarah Jane.” He pulled me up and kissed me. I melted into him, delighted that he had called me his. Maybe he was starting to feel more for me as well.
We walked into the bathroom and Harry let me walk into the shower first. He then came in behind me and picked up a bar of soap and rubbed it all over my body. I pulled him towards me and kissed him, so that our soapy bodies were squished together.
“May I?” He picked up a razor and rubbed my pussy with his other hand.
“Huh?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Can I shave you?”
“Oh ok.” I looked at him in shock. I’d never really shaved down there before and certainly had never had a man shave me before. Before I had time to think about it too much he crouched on his knees and started shaving me there carefully. By the time he was done, I was completely hairless and felt a little bare. He stood up and grinned at me pulling me close to him.
“You’ll feel the difference tonight.” He grinned in my ear.
“Why tonight?” I grabbed his cock and squeezed it.
“Or right now.” He pushed me up against the wall. “Lift your right leg up.” I did as he said and he grabbed it, pulling me up so that I was against the wall with my legs around his waist. He placed his fingers on my clit and rubbed it until my body was trembling. He was right; I was already feeling more sensitive down there.
“Oh,” I cried out as he slowly entered me.
“Hold on tight,” he muttered before he rammed into me hard, his cock diving into me deeper than I had ever remembered. I felt his balls bouncing against my already sensitive pussy and I felt myself coming hard as he continued to fuck me. “Oh shit, Sarah,” he groaned as he fucked me and I felt his body shudder against me as he came inside of me hard. “I’m sorry,” he whispered about a minute later.
“For what?” I looked at him in confusion.
“For coming so quickly. I couldn’t help it. Your pussy felt so slick and wet and tight on me.” He grinned and I smiled back at me.
“That’s okay. You can make it up to me tonight.” I smiled at him as we soaped ourselves up again.
***
I went down to dinner extremely happy and satisfied. I knew that I was in love with Harry and I hoped that he was starting to feel the same way about me. Maybe I could show him that happily ever after’s did exist. As soon as we got to the dining room, Daisy came up to me and gave me a big hug. “Sarah darling, you look beautiful.”
“Thanks Daisy, so do you.” I looked around the room of people and wondered who everyone was.
“Harry, go and get Sarah a drink and I’ll introduce her to everyone.” She sent her son over to the bar and led me to the group of people.”
“Everyone meet Sarah. Sarah, this is Grandpa Donald, Grandma, Cousin Lucy, Cousin Laura and this is Laura’s husband, Jeff.”
“Hi.” I smiled at everyone shyly, once again overwhelmed by all the new people.
“And Sarah is?” Lucy looked at her with a puzzled face.
“Sarah is Harry’s girlfriend, Lucy.” Daisy’s voice was no-nonsense and she looked at Lucy disapprovingly.
“Girlfriend?” Lucy looked at Sarah in shock. “Are you joking?” She choked on her wine and started coughing.
Daisy frowned at Lucy. “I don’t know why you would think it’s a joke, Lucy.”
“No offense Aunty Daisy but everyone knows that Harry has never really had a girlfriend since Angelica.”
Everyone went silent and I felt my face burning. Daisy grabbed my arm and took me to the side of the room. “I’m sorry, Sarah. The family is just not used to Harry having someone here with him.”
“I see.” I didn’t really but I was too hurt to care. “Who exactly is Angelica?”
Daisy sighed. “I didn’t really want to say anything. Harry is so secretive and tight-lipped about these things. I had hoped he would have told you, seeing as you are both in love.”
“Oh but we’re not,” I protested.
“I’ve seen the way you look at him, my dear.” She smiled at me graciously. “And it warms my heart.”
I sighed and asked her again. “Who’s Angelica, Daisy?”
Daisy looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “Daisy was Harry’s first love.”
“Oh.” I paused. “He must have loved her very much.”
“He did. We all did.” Daisy smiled at me. “She was like an angel when she was in the house, bringing happiness and laughter to all.”
“Who was an angel?” Harry walked up to us with two drinks and kissed me on the cheek.
“Angelica.” Daisy’s voice was soft. “I felt that Sarah had a right to know.”
“Mother.” Harry’s voice turned hard and he put his drink down on the table and grabbed my arm and drew me out of the room. “Don’t you dare go asking my family personal secrets about me again, do you hear?”
“What?” I looked at him in shock. “I just wanted…”
“I don’t care what you wanted.” His eyes were full of grief. “You do it again and y
ou won’t get a penny of the $50,000, do you hear me?”
“It’s not about the money, Harry,” I whispered, suddenly cold.
“Do you remember when I told you I didn’t believe in soulmates?” he questioned me, changing the subject.
“Yes.” My voice was low and I tried to make eye contact but his eyes were vacant.