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Chapter 13
Harley
When I arrive at the bar everyone’s already there at our usual spot, all except for John, which I’m a little grateful for.When they finally spot me, everyone raises their glasses and cheer. Ahh, my friends. I catch Erik watching me as I sit.Damn he looks hot. Ripped bleached jeans and a white t shirt stretched across his chest. Wow, he’s braided his hair into one long braid. Modern day Viking right there.“Bitch, you’re late!” Vanessa shouts slamming down a bunch of bills. “This week’s swear jar, three hundred and fifty bucks Harley. It’s a new record.”“Must have been one hell of a week.” Sam mutters into her long island iced tea as she looks from me to Erik.Jack stands up and takes my hand.“Let’s get you drink so you can catch up.” He grabs the wad of cash, and drags me to the bar. When we get there, he puts on his serious face. "Okay, spill.”“Spill what?”“What happened with youRelated chapters
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Erik I step out of the pub for some air and mentally reprimand myself for tempting Harley away from John. What the fuck am I doing?! She has a boyfriend. I need to hit something. “Erik?” The blonde girl from earlier looks up at me. I don’t remember her name; I don’t care what her name is. Maybe a night with her might cure me of this Harley obsession. Fuck, I’m an asshole. After today’s incident on the motorcycle, I highly doubt anyone else will placate my appetite. I wanted to take her then and there. Slip my hand down into her, pull her head back and sink my tongue into her mouth. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I was so broken after Klara’s betrayal I pushed away any woman that came near me. I was going to wait until I found someone worthy. I know Harley was tempted, I felt her want to kiss me just now, but she didn’t, and I respect her for her loyalty. It makes me want her more, and we always want what we can’t have.
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Harley Well, this certainly is unexpected occurrence of events. I tried to get in and out of here quickly and quietly, but I guess my ninja skills are rubbish compared to the grumpy Viking. And now I’m on Erik’s bed, watching him search for music to play on his laptop, about to get high as a kite with him. I ogle him in his sleeping attire while he’s distracted. Simple loose pants and a white t-shirt; probably the most casual I’ve seen him. He almost looks like an approachable human being. Except for those giant biceps, goddamn, if this is what architects look like in Norway then I am clearly living in the wrong neck of the woods. I chuckle and he looks over at me somewhat amused. He presses play and the room fills with chill lo-fi beats. “Is this okay?” “Perfect.” Erik comes over and makes himself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on a whole bunch of cushions I’ve never seen before. "What kind of music do you like?” He asks putting a fluff
SEEING HEART Chapter 16
Erik I watched her sleep until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I kept thinking about how wrong I was about her when I assumed she was just another vulgar woman in nice wrapping. Harley is so eclectic in her tastes and able to have discussions on almost any topic it’s such a turn on, and she asks interesting questions that lead to exciting trains of thoughts. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was just her. When I wake up the next morning, Harley is already gone, and my sheets smell like her. The entire week I try to give Harley space. I can’t allow myself to get tempted to cross that line again. It’s near impossible with her. The best way to put a dead end to this is to make her dislike me, and the easiest way to make a woman hate you? Ignore her. It almost hurts me to do it, but it’s for the best. Avoiding her is harder than I thought it would be. After work I leave as fast as possible. I found myself training at Harry’s Boxing Gym every night working o
SEEING HEART chapter 17
Harley Okay, I’m utterly confused. And pissed, I’m fucking pissed. I thought he was into me, then he snubs me all week, and then that?! What the fuck was that?! I have no idea what Erik whispered into my ear, but it rattled the crap out of me. If he’s playing games, I’m out. I don’t do games. I don’t care how unbelievably hot, and smart, and charming he is, I won’t be someone’s plaything. After I got a cab home Sam and Vanessa came over for pre drinks. We sit at my kitchen island and I pour us all a margarita slushie from my blender. We have ten minutes before we are going to be officially late. “So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Vanessa watches me for any hint of a tell. “What elephant?” I feign ignorance. “Uh, the hot Viking eye fucking you all bloody week? Duh.” “Harley?” Sam eyes me. “Spill the tea girly.” I take a breath. “I’m going to break it off with John. I was hoping to do it last week, but I chicken
SEEING HEART chapter 18
Erik I keep making the same mistake, over and over and I just did it again; I couldn’t keep myself away. I’m a fucking idiot, I tried the one thing I said I’d never do; tempt her away from her man. Now I’m marching home trying to get my head together. That moan Harley let out keeps playing over and over in my mind driving every drop of blood straight to my dick. It was the sexiest thing I ever heard. She didn’t mean to make it, I drew it out of her, and it drove me closer to the edge. Before they left their rooms, I had overheard Vanessa and Sam talking about their plans for the night: dancing, tequila, penis themed everything. Then they got to men and lap dancing my ears burned, and the longer they talked the more my jealousy consumed me. I couldn’t get it out of my head that maybe they’d be a bad influence on my Harley. I needed to keep an eye on her. Keep her out of trouble. That or if she did get into trouble, I’d make sure it was with me and not some gu
SEEING HEART chapter 19
Harley As I hurry to get dressed, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Post tequila face; mom’s not going to approve of this. Must fix. Mikayla called me about twenty minutes ago saying mom fell down the stairs a few days ago and didn’t say anything to is because she didn't want us to worry. "I think you should come by, and you know, do the whole caring daughter thing.” Just like that my Sunday plans for introvert, recuperation, alone time are disintegrated. I was surprised Mikayla was up so early, until she reminded me that she was pregnant and didn’t have a drop to drink last night. Since I’m too hung over to ride out there, I called Marco asking for a favor, but he didn’t sound too fresh either. He said he'd take care of it and to just start getting ready. Marco. My sweet Marco. He’ll make me a great husband one day if I fail miserably at acquiring one on my own. It makes me wonder though, Marco goes through women like crazy, but I don’t th
SEEING HEART chapter 20
ErikMarco’s Fiat 500 really wasn’t made for people my height. I was thankful when we stopped at the gas station, it gave me a chance to unfold myself and stretch out my legs.I caught Harley watching me trying to get out, she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s like a clown car at the circus.”So far, it’s been a pleasant enough drive. At some point Harley dozed off, allowing me a chance to freely admire her a without getting caught.Everything about her draws me in. There’s an ache inside me that longs for her to be mine, though I don’t have a lot of time. I spoke to my brother Simon earlier this morning, one of our clients isn’t happy with some of the changes my temporary replacement is suggesting to the exterior of our design and is insisting I come back to personally oversee the project.As I wait for the tank to fill up, I watch Harley talk on the phone in the distance. The way her hair and dress blow in the wind is like something out of a painting. I could
SEEING HEART chapter 21
HarleyKnocking on the door I peek into my parent’s bedroom. My mom is sitting up in bed with her foot elevated on a pillow.“Hey.”She puts down her magazine and takes off her reading glasses. "Hay is for horses."Ooh, so many jokes I could make right here. "Neigh?"She rolls her eyes and pats her bed for me to sit next to her."Thank God you’re here, the whole household is driving me insane. There’s nothing left to read but these Gaudi bridal magazines. Edward’s mother sent them to Mikayla. That woman’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer.”“There’s something you two have in common.” Mikayla mutters and we sit on the bed on either side of mom.My mom always reminds me of a mix between Judge Judy and Gandalf. I know that last one doesn’t make sense, but neither does my mom.“Here, these are for you.” I hand her the flowers Erik brought. I thought my heart was going to explode when he handed them to me.
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