Dear Heart, You Screwed Me

The nerves in my belly were unsettling. I had no idea what I was going into this evening, and I didn’t like it. I felt unprepared. Connie sorted me out a dress; work was so hectic that I didn’t have a chance to slip out and choose one for myself. Killian had kept a bay, and it made me feel a little uneasy. Maybe he was starting to get fed up with me. He had hardly been at work, and when he was at work, he was locked in Adele’s office which annoyed me. Then once he was done, he walked past me as if he never knew me. And that really got to me.

I sat on the edge of my bed in my short set waiting for Connie. She wanted to come and play dress up for the afternoon. I was grateful because I was useless at things like that. I was tomboy, I didn’t do the girlie things that I should. I can’t even follow a simple YouTube video. I sat tapping my thumbs on my screen. I wanted to message Killian, but the stubborn streak in me wouldn’t allow it. He was obviously still sulking about me calling my vibrator Harlen, or he was annoyed that I wasn’t going to spend thanksgiving with him. Either way, he had to man the fuck up. He must have been late thirties, that was just a guess though, but he needed to start acting his age and not a fucking teenager. The buzzer went, and I dropped my phone before dashing to the door. Peeping through the small hole in the door, I saw Connie with a suitcase, a dress bag and champagne. A slither of excitement shot through me as I opened the door.

“You ready to be Cinderella-ed.”

“That’s not even a word,” I giggled as I stepped aside, letting her in.

“It is,” she rolled her eyes. “Okay, you don’t seem too bad. I can work with this,” her hand lifted up and down my body.

“Gee, thanks,” I rolled my eyes, my cheeks heating at the thought of what Killian done to me earlier in the week for rolling my eyes.

“Now, chop, chop,” she sung as she shoved the chilled bottle of champagne into my hand. “Pop the bottle, I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“In your dreams,” I laughed out loud, shaking my head as I walked towards the kitchen. Grabbing two glasses, I popped the cork and watched it fizz slightly before pouring out some of the golden liquid. I took a quick sip, the bubbles popping on my tongue. It wasn’t the best I had tasted, but it also wasn’t the worse.

Slipping back into the bedroom, my dress bag was hanging up on the wardrobe and Connie had spread all her make-up out on my dressing table.

“Right, my beautiful, come come…” she smiled at me, patting the stool with one hand, the other reaching for her glass. I smirked, putting the glass into her hand. She took a big mouthful, wincing slightly.

“Oh wow, that is shocking.” She laughed, placing it on the dressing table. She spun quickly, clapping her hands together. “Let’s do this.”

I swallowed hard.

“Yes, let’s.”

An hour later and she was finishing up my make-up. I begged for her to keep it natural. I didn’t want to have a cake face. I hated when make-up looked so thick on skin that it went all lumpy and cakey.

She tousled my golden, honey blonde hair into beach waves. Harlen assured me I didn’t have to be over the top, and the fact that Connie had been to one or two of these things, she could back him up.

“Perfecto,” she clapped her hands together, beaming at her work.

I sat and stared back at the girl in front of me, wow, Connie really did work her magic. My eyes had a light dusting of gold and a more natural colour, making the hint of green in my eyes pop. My long, black lashes framed them perfectly. My cheeks had a hint of rosy blush, then finished them off with bronzer. My lips were coated in a pillar box red. I would have never chosen this myself, but it worked. Like, really worked.

“Wow,” I mouthed again.

“Now get your dress on,” her feet moved quickly as she jigged on the spot.

Moving to where my dress was hanging, I unzipped it to reveal a short, mini white spaghetti strap dress.

It was stunning. It really was.

My hands were still on the bag as I turned to face her, “I am going to freeze my little nips off in this,” I choked out a laugh before my eyes roamed over the material in front of me.

“Yes, yes you are,” she nodded, “but never fear, you have a coat, right?”

“Of course, I have a coat.” I rolled my eyes.

“Then you’ll be fine,” she smirked, her tongue darting out. “Now get the dress on, and make sure you’re wearing some cute little panties. Not your big girl panties.” She shook her head in a disapproving manner.

“I’m not getting my leg over, jeez, it’s just a business deal.”

“Hmm, we will see,” she winked.

I discarded my clothes and let them fall to the floor as I took the dress from the hanger, stepping into it and pulling it over my little curves. I settled for a seamless, nude thong. The dress clung to every bit of me, I didn’t want a knicker line and I certainly didn’t want to go commando.

No.

I didn’t need a bra on which was amazing, one perk of having small boobs. There was small, embroidered silver stars scattered over the thin material.

“Shoes?” I asked, looking down at my bare feet.

“The only shoes that you can pull off,” she hummed, reaching into the bag that sat down the side of my bed. She handed me a white box, with Louboutin on the front.

Please don’t be heels. Please don’t be heels.

Opening them I saw the most beautiful pair of high-top leather trainers, with the painted red signature sole.

“How did you…” I stopped, looking up at her with the burn of my tears threatening.

“Thank my sperm donor,” she shrugged. “The man has more money than sense.”

“Please tell me you got yourself some?”

“Of course, I did. We’re matching boo,” she chimed.

“I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you, now, get your shoes on. It’s time to go.”

I stood on the pavement, checking my phone every few seconds. Harlen had messaged to tell me he was on his way, but I couldn’t mask the disappointment I felt that Killian had ghosted me for most of the week. I haven’t been easy, I know that… but I thought we sort of understood how each one of us worked; I obviously read that wrong. I mean, we don’t know anything about each other. We have one thing in common. We’re married.

That’s it.

I have two weeks to go, then I’ll be free. I am slightly hopeful that he will keep his mouth zipped and we can have an easy annulment, I really don’t want to be divorced.

I clicked on his name, seeing one unread message.

Killian: Remember… tell your friend to keep his fucking hands to himself and off what is mine, wife.

I scoffed a laugh. Possessive, demanding, beautiful, fuckable Killian. Lifting my eyes I saw a blacked out limousine pull up to the kerb. The window slipped down.

“Get in! You’ll freeze your tits off,” Harlen laughed before doing the window back up. I scuttled forward, opening the door and launching myself in.

He was wearing a black dinner suit jacket that was fitted to perfection, a high neck ruffled satin shirt that hung over his cropped cigarette trousers. He finished his look off with black, high-top trainers.

He looked amazing.

His black hair was styled and his crystal blue eyes sought out mine.

“You look very hot,” he wiggled his brows before they dived down.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I flicked my long blonde hair over my shoulder in a dramatic fashion.

“We won’t have to be there long, just a few things we have to do, then, I’ll sign on the dotted line.”

I widened my eyes.

“For real?” I shrieked.

“For real,” he smiled at me, handing me a glass of bubbles and clinking our glasses together.

I couldn’t wait to go to the office on Monday and shove that down Adele’s throat.

We fell into light chatter before we pulled up at our destination. We stopped outside the Rockefeller Plaza. I was half expecting to see the tree up, but maybe November was a little too early.

The driver stepped out and opened Harlen’s door, he climbed out but stopped and reached in for my hand. I was anxious. I hated being the centre of attention and I was about to live my worst fear.

My trembling hand reached and clasped his. His head dipped down as he gave me a wonderful smile. My nerves subsiding for a moment until my foot touched the red-carpet underneath me and I heard the loud chatter and the sound of clicking cameras.

Holy hell.

He clung to my hand, pulling me close to him as his arm wrapped around my waist.

“Harlen! Harlen!” one reporter shouted as we posed for photos.

I didn’t sign up for this.

“Who is the mystery girl? Is she your girlfriend?”

Harlen chuckled softly, dropping his head before meeting the reporter’s eyes. “You’ll never know.”

He held his hand up silencing the onslaught of questions that were being fired his way, ushering me inside.

“I’m sorry about that,” he whispered as we checked in our coats.

“It’s fine,” I wave it off, even though inside I didn’t feel fine. I felt horrible knowing that Killian was going to see those photos and assume something was going on. But then, I shouldn’t really care. He screws around with Adele so why should I be worried about him seeing me with Harlen.

Taking the ticket for my coat, I dropped it into my purse and followed Harlen into a packed-out room. I smiled at the function room name, Rainbow Room.

I loved Rainbows, it was our thing, but ever since Elijah passed, I fell out of love with them a little. It was ours. Not mine.

I rubbed my thumb over the blue ring that sat on my finger, an uneasy ache filled my chest all of a sudden making everything feel heavy.

A small sigh left me.

“You okay?” Harlen stopped, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb as his eyes searched my face.

I nodded. I couldn’t bear to open up and tell him what was hurting.

“Okay,” he smiled, “let’s get a drink.”

I stood with a glass of champagne in my hand, my eyes scanning the room as I watched people flock Harlen. He was a well sought-after actor and very talented by the sounds of it. All we had to do was to get over this event and then he will be on our books for the next five years. And if he wanted to leave, he would have to pay a heavy escape fee. But here is hoping he doesn’t want to leave, unless Adele is a raging bitch and tries to jump his bones.

I wasn’t quite sure why I was here or what Harlen wanted me to do, but he assured me that he would let me know soon. He kept gazing over at me, small smiles pulling at his lips before turning his attention back to whoever was trying to lick his arse. There was something about him. He didn’t openly flirt with me, I didn’t feel like a piece of meat in front of him. I didn’t feel any sort of sexual desires from him, and somehow that made me feel a lot more comfortable around him. I wanted him on my side, I could see him as a friend of mine. A lifelong friend hopefully.

I was pulled from my thoughts when an older woman stood on the stage, mic in hand as she scanned the room.

“Good evening, my beautiful guests,” she said loudly; the room cheered. I just stood, eyes pinned to her before I felt an arm snake round my waist.

“You ready?” Harlen asked.

“Ready for what?” I said, distracted as I listened to the woman natter on.

“For betting on me.”

I snapped my head to the side, “Betting!?”

“Yup, I am being auctioned off… and you need to beat these horny women or no signature,” he smiled; his eyes full of mischief.

“How am I paying? Monopoly money?” I stammered, pressing my hand to my now clammy forehead. I began to panic. “You didn’t think of telling me this before?! I could have sorted something out.”

“Shhh, it’s fine. Just bid, I’ll sort out the rest,” he winked, stepping forward, “and Reese…” he stilled and looked over his shoulder, “good luck, these ladies are ruthless…” he snickered before walking into the crowd.

“So, ladies, get your check books, credit cards and your husband’s wallets…” the room erupted into cackles, “because here is the first of the line-up, the one and only Harlen Laufer. The Charity Chasing Rainbows ambassador and founder. The charity supports the dreams of terminally ill children, making their dreams a reality. Please, make as much noise as you can.” The blonde bombshell clapped her hands together, the room echoing in chants and noise.

I felt my tears prick at the back of my eyes, the burn in my throat evident as I swallowed hard.

Sneaky little one he was.

Harlen took the mic, his eyes moving round the crowded room.

“I just want to thank you all for coming out to another one of my fundraisers, you know this is a cause very close to my heart, after losing my nephew to neuroblastoma cancer two years ago, he will forever be four, forever be my rainbow loving angel. He showed me a strength I didn’t even know was possible, and every day that I am blessed with another morning, I thank him. He was my hero, always was, and always will be. So, get ready to dig deep, don’t be shy…” his eyes found mine before he winked.

I palmed a stray tear away from my cheek. I felt broken.

He dropped the mic, kissing his fingers and holding them up to the sky as he did.

The backdrop of the stage changed to neutral pastel colours with a picture of the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen. I choked, my eyes filling like a tsunami. I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted too. I was distracted when a suited man handed me a paddle with the number one on it. My brows dug deep, then I realised what it was for.

“Okay ladies… let’s start the bid. You get Harlen Laufer to yourself for forty-eight hours… opening bids start at ten thousand dollars!” the woman was back, her excited voice echoed round the room.

Ten Thousand!?

Wow.

I watched as two women fought back and forth with their paddles.

Harlen’s eyes locked with me, widening slightly as they continued.

Twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty, fifty, sixty.

I knew what I was doing.

“One hundred thousand,” one lady screamed at the top of her lungs.

I felt a spike of adrenaline course though me.

“Two hundred thousand!” I screamed.

Eyes found me, my skin blushing as I felt the attention of the room.

I wanted the ground to swallow me.

“Two hundred thousand! Going once…” the blonde bombshell shouted out.

“Three hundred!” a skinny woman looked down her nose at me.

“Five hundred thousand!” waving my paddle in the air, I saw Harlen smirk at me.

“Hungry ladies in the room tonight,” the host laughed as she stroked Harlen’s arm seductively.

“Five hundred going once… going twice…”

My heart thumped; I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I was eyeing the woman, her husband stepping towards her and whispering something in her ear before he shook his head.

Too bad, told off by your husband.

“Sold! To the cute little thing in the white dress,” she cheered, the room cheering with her.

I blushed again, the crowd parting as Harlen walked over and grabbed me round the waist, squeezing me tight.

“Thank you,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek.

“I hope you know I have no way of paying it,” I whispered back.

“I’ve got it covered. Give me half an hour and we will get the contract signed yeah?”

I nodded.

“See you in a bit, go and get a drink,” he winked before disappearing into the sea of people again.

I let out a happy sigh, happy to have helped in a way and elated that he was going to sign with Lordes PR.

To say I was buzzing was an understatement.

Ducking out, I headed towards the bar and ordered myself another glass. The bubbles were going to my head, but I didn’t care. I needed to let my hair down a bit and enjoy myself.

Thanking the waiter, I turned and watched the hustle and bustle of the room. People were dancing and enjoying themselves. It was nice to see.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I let the bubbles dance over my tongue when I felt someone next to me, his arm slid around my waist, his lips by the shell of my ear.

“Careful not to drink too much, wife.”

The goosebumps erupted over my skin, a cold sweat forming on the back of my neck.

I stepped to the side, trying to ignore the deep hunger he made me feel, the raging fire in my belly and the apex of my thighs just being close to him.

“Nice little bid on another man…” he clenched his jaw; I could hear the tightness in his voice.

“Jealous, are we?” I raised my eyebrows, facing him before knocking back the rest of my glass then turning to face the bar staff to order another.

“I think you’ve had enough, don’t you?” he snarled.

I shook my head. “Not nearly enough to have to deal with you,” I rolled my eyes, the corner of my mouth twitching as I thanked the barman and took the glass from him.

“Do not piss me off, wife,” he growled.

“Or what?” I knitted my brows together, holding my head high as I challenged him.

I heard the low rumble in his throat.

“Where have you been?” I snapped, “you think you can come to my apartment, all burly and shit, eat me out and then ghost me?” The elastic band that had stretched had finally given in. I didn’t want to care, but I did. I did care. I wanted to know why he had acted as if I didn’t even exist anymore.

“Baby, I’m right here,” he goaded, a beautiful smile on his face.

“Fuck off, Killian,” I waved him off, turning my back on him as I began to walk away, but his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me into him.

I try to pull away, but all he does is tighten his grip. His nostrils flare, his jaw tight and ticking as he clenches it.

“Get. Off. Of. Me.” I seethe at him through gritted teeth.

Tugging me behind him, he walks to the exit of the function room. I fight against him, trying to pull my arm out of his vice like grip but it was no use.

“Two things…” his voice is low as he opens what seems to be store cupboard, pushing me inside then locking it behind him.

“One, I am a very, very jealous man. And when something is mine, it is only mine…” he tugs at his bowtie and it unravels. “Two, if I tell you to do something, you do it,” his eyes fall to my left hand, eyeing my ringless finger. “I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to superglue it to your finger,” he snarled, pushing forward and wrapping his long fingers round my neck as my back hit the wall. His lips hovered over mine, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he tugged on it, a moan escaping me. His free hand skimmed down my body as his fingers played with the hem of my dress.

This was wrong.

I shouldn’t be giving into him, again. But, here I am. Letting him do what he wants to me because I am too weak to say no.

My breath hitched, the sparks coursing through me. His fingers tightened around the base of my throat, his fingers skimming under the bottom of my dress as his fingertips drew small circles on my skin.

“Killian,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

“I want you crying my name out so loud that every person in here knows you belong to me.”

I whimpered. His hungry hand pushed my dress up round my waist, holding it there as his hand that was giving me the perfect necklace roamed down my body, hooking inside my thong and slipping it down my legs. He slowly crouched down, helping me step out before he stood, bringing my thong to his nose and inhaling before shoving it in the front pocket of his tux.

His finger fumbled with the button on his trousers, shoving them down just past his bum. His hand was wrapped back round my throat, pinning me harder against the wall, gently squeezing and putting pressure on my skin.

Grabbing my thigh, he wrapped one of my legs round his waist, the head of his cock cresting and crowning at my soaked opening.

“So ready, so wet,” he smirked as his voice trembled. Pushing his hand up my throat slightly, making my head lift higher, thrusting his cock into my pussy, hard and fast.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his eyes burning into mine as he fucked me hard against the wall. His pumps were slow and punishing. He was showing me just who I belonged to. It was him. It would always be him.

“You see how your tight little pussy takes my cock deep? It’s mine, we fit perfectly Reese, when will you realise that?” he pants, his grip on my thigh tightening as I begin to tingle all over. “You. Belong. To. Me.” he growls, pounding into me harder now, his cock pulling out to the tip, stretching me before slamming back into me. My back hitting the wall, but it felt good. I didn’t want him to stop.

“Killian,” I breathe.

“Say it louder,” he orders.

“Killian,” I cry out.

“What is it brat? Tell me,” he goads, his fingers loosening around my neck as he grins down at me.

“I’m close,” I cry, “so close.”

“I can feel your tight little cunt contracting around me, you love being fucked by me, don’t you? You like me using you, showing you who is in control. You act like a brat because you want this…” he buries his head into my neck, sucking and nipping on my bare skin. The pleasure rips through me as he continues to suck, his hand dropping from my throat and running under my bare bum, pulling my cheeks apart as he teases his finger in a place no man has been before.

“Killian,” the panic is apparent in my voice.

His fingertip pushes into my arse, I feel myself tighten around him.

“Act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one,” he growls, both of his hands under me now as he rocks his hips into me, hard and punishing thrusts.

“Now fucking come for me, wife,” he orders, his finger now filling my arse completely as I come hard, my whole-body trembling and shattering around him.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he finds his own high, his orgasm causing him to shudder.

We both still, his finger slipping out of me, but his hard cock still buried deep inside of me. Grabbing my throat, his lips reach my ear.

“Now, I want you to go out there, like the brat that you are and get him to sign that fucking contract, so he belongs to my company while my cum runs down your legs.” His voice is low, pulling out of me and tucking himself back into his trousers. I stand on shaky legs, trying to catch my breath before he plants a kiss on my forehead and walks for the door.

His company?