HarleyGoddamn Erik does not disappoint. Even though I was teasing earlier I know I’m about to have the best sex of my life. The tension that’s been building up between us has my whole body humming with anticipation.It’s as if a dormant part of me has finally been awakened and can’t wait to break free.I feel his hands glide along my skin setting it on fire. His kisses trail their way down my stomach with that electric stubble tickling my skin. To look at Erik one might find it impossible to imagine a man this big to be so gentle, it’s such a contradiction and I want more. I want it all.He caresses me ever so gently through my already soaked panties, and I feel like I’m about to become undone before he’s even done anything. He pushes my panties to the side, and I feel his colossal hot tongue enter me.Erik moves his mouth to work my nub, and I feel, one, then two fingers inside me, working to find sensitive places I never knew I had.

HarleyI can’t understand this feeling. It’s as if Erik has been slowly taking my walls down brick by brick behind my back, and I’ve been too distracted by him to notice.I’m in trouble.Usually, when the memory is triggered, I start to harden, it all gets stuck somewhere in my chest and I just shut down or leave. But this man, I want to tell him everything. I see him searching my face with such concern in his eyes that it almost breaks my heart.Big. Trouble.“The reason I stopped competitive fighting is because my trainer assaulted me, sexually.”The flicker of fury in Erik’s eyes was intense, strangely it made me feel safe. He leans back for a second, glances out the window, almost as if trying to get himself under control before coming back and giving me his attention."It was after my last National win. I had a crush on him for a very long time so when he started to kiss me, to touch me... Let's just say I didn’t co

HarleyErik just had to mark his territory in front of all the other testosterone meat bags at the gym. Especially in front of Bobby who was clearly checking out my dirty pillows. It wasn’t even subtle.What a neanderthal.I won’t lie, a part of me likes it when Erik proudly claims me before all others.When I enter Uncle Steve’s office, I’m surprised to see him talking with The Beast. That’s not his real name, and it’s not a very original nickname, but the man is a fucking beast. Not just in size but fighting styles and stamina. He’s been setting up some amazing fighting events once a month, all legal of course and putting himself in as the warmup entertainment. He takes on about five to ten challengers and fighting them in whatever technique they choose from his list of known styles. I went a few months ago, it was epic, made a few bets and came out with a bit of walking around money but that part is all hush hush.“Hey, sorry, I didn’t

ErikAfter that dream, I couldn’t sleep so I ran. I ran for hours until my body burned and by the time, I got to the café everyone was up getting ready for our communal breakfast.Harley never came into the café that day. I never heard a word from her or saw her before I left for the airport, and it’s probably for the best. I thought about what I’d say to her while I was running when I saw her, none of it nice. Every word designed to hurt her, and it hurt me to think of saying these things to her, which didn’t make any sense after she spent the night with John.I’m assuming Vanessa told her I had found out, and booked a flight. Now she’s keeping her distance, waiting for me to just leave so she doesn't have to deal with the mess she made. I was wrong about her.Sam spent the morning trying to convince me that something wasn’t right about the whole situation, and that Harley would never not show up to work without at least calling. Sam was trying to call her all

ErikFive Months LaterWe get off the conference call with Magnus. That asshole always rubs me the wrong way, every God damned time. If he wasn’t an old friend of my father’s I’d have no qualms with ditching him and his entire company off our client roster, but it’s not only up to just me.Simon sniggers next to me. “Erik, you really need to relax.”He starts to gather his sketches.He’s not wrong. Ever since I returned to Oslo I’ve been so tightly wound up and snappy that I’ve gone through four assistants, all quitting after just weeks at the company. I suspect the current one whose name I don't even remember is hitting send on her letter of resignation right now after my outburst this morning. I don’t even remember what it was about, but it sure felt important at the time.Simon stops to examine me and sighs. “You need to figure out a way to get closure on this. It’s festering, and it’s seeping not only into your work life, but