Harrison Towers, Memoirs of a Mogul (Glass Towers Trilogy) (3 page)

“It’s Sunday Mare. Of course, I am not going to be up and around. I have a rigorous schedule starting Tuesday and I am enjoying what is left of my time off. Now, what did you call me for?”

“Oh…yeah…I wanted to know if I should invite all of my sorority sisters to the wedding or can I just get away with the ones I like…what do you think?”

“I think I need to take a deep breath before I seriously come unglued. Are you kidding me right now? That is was you were frantically calling me about. Isn’t that something your maid of honor or your mother should help you with? My mother is giving you my list, go ask her opinion if the former can’t help.”

“But I wanted yours.”

“Why? Besides, why are you worrying about the guest list now anyway? We aren’t having the damned wedding for two years, your relationship with those people is likely to change between now and then anyway.”

Sniff. Sniff.

Oh no! Now she is crying. How did I manage that? Oh yes, I hit a button.

“C’mon, don’t start crying again. I can’t take it when you cry. What is it you want from me?”

“I just want to get married sooner. Why can’t we make it an earlier wedding?”

“This isn’t what I woke up for today. We have been through this more times than I can count. Why do you want to get married sooner anyway? You know I am trying to secure our future.”

“I know but I wanted to get our lives together now. I never thought I would hear myself say this but I think I am ready to get pregnant, be a stay at home mom and do all the things my mom did.”

I think I am choking on my own air. I cannot believe what I just heard. I take a deep breath, and then another. I don’t answer her right away, so I can collect my thoughts.

“Listen to me very carefully. I don’t want to get married until I am done with this program. Furthermore, I don’t want children. At least not now.”

“WHAT? Since when do you not want children?”

“I didn’t say I don’t want children, I said I don’t want them now. Frankly, it’s strange to hear you say you want to be barefoot and pregnant posing as the happy little homemaker. Especially when you previously made it clear to me that you wanted no part of that until you had nannies, a cook, house cleaners and a personal trainer. I am sure it was in that exact order too. In fact, this summer at the lake house you asked me if I would be opposed to us having a surrogate carry the baby so that you didn’t have to mess up your figure. Isn’t that right?”

“I kind of remember that but I have the right to change my mind don’t I? If it makes you happy, I could have the kid and then get corrective surgery. Besides, I kind of like the practice of getting pregnant. Don’t you?”

I feel my body stir at her reference to sex. That is the one thing I had not considered in all of my excitement to get out of Canada and away from everyone trying to control me. I didn’t think about what I was going to do for sex aside from my own hand. I am not the philandering type so that is out. I guess I will have to rack up frequent flyer miles a bit more than I had originally planned. I will fly her down here. Initially we can stay in a hotel until I decide she can see my new condo…she still thinks I rented a studio. Although that will be only after she has plans firmly in place for the wedding so she won’t be able to change the date. She has it in her head she needs to move down here with me, married or not.

“Harry? You still there?”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I my mind wandered for a minute. I was thinking you should visit in a few weeks. How about I get you a ticket?”

“Ohhh!” She squeals. “No need for a ticket, I will just ask daddy for his plane!”

“Right, of course how could I forget. In that case, see if you can come down in three weeks for the weekend.”

“Why not sooner?”

“Because I have to get settled into a routine for studying and I have no way to gauge what kind of work load I will have until I have been at it for a few weeks. I’ll book a hotel for us.”

“Ooh, see if there is a Ritz. I love their bathrobes.”

I laugh, “Okay I’ll see what I can do. Now in the meantime, I want to get some more rest so I’m going to hang up. I will try to send you an email this week.”

“Oh yuck. I just hate using the computer and I never remember how to check my email. Can’t you just call me?”

“You really need to figure out how to embrace modern day conveniences. You don’t seem to have a problem with flying everywhere with your daddy’s jet or whipping out his credit card. I don’t have time to sit on the phone with you so I am sending you an email. Take it or leave it. I’ll let you know what hotel I book. Now I have to go.”

“Aaack! You make so crazy Harry...Do you realize that?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid I do. Talk later.”

“Bye
mi amore
, I love you Harry.”

I mumble something in response and flip the phone shut. Staring at the ceiling, I contemplate the rest of the day. Do I get up or do I grab the remote, do something completely unheard of, and click my way through the day.

As it turns out, I opt to go for a jog. It is a beautiful day out and exercise is probably the better choice of anything. I need to clear my head of the consuming thoughts of home and make room so that I can focus on my agenda. None of which involves a simpering fiancée or controlling family; both of which have delusions that I am going to walk down the gold gilded path that was pre-determined for me. I am calling the shots from now on. I will not allow any more manipulation. I may only be twenty-four but I know what I want and I know how I am going to get it. Time is on my side right now and I am going to take full advantage of that. If I stick to my plan, I will be the man I want to be without restraint.

Over the next several
months, I wade through the mountain of course work and gain my stride. Marion has already visited a handful of times. As much as I hate the distraction, I like the sex and female companionship so I tolerate it as much as I can. I think I may have screwed things up though. The last time she visited was a couple weeks back and I finally revealed my condo to her. When she arrived at the condo, she was furious that I have withheld it from her for so long
.

“What is the meaning of this Harry? Why didn’t you tell me that you rented a condo? Is this your love nest…are you fucking someone else?”

I chuckle, “That is preposterous…why the hell would I cheat on you and where would I find the time?”

Before I get a chance to register what is happening, she has lunged toward me and is banging on my chest yelling, “Just tell me! Just tell me...are you fucking someone? Who is she damn it!” I attempt to push her away but one of her hands now has a firm grasp of the whole left side of my hair.

I push at her again and she tightens her grip. “Shit, let go of my damned hair...NOW!” She doesn’t let up she continues to keep her hold. I push at her again while she is still hollering and pounding on me with her other fist.

I decide to try another approach. I grab her around her backside, pull her into me, and plant my lips on hers to shut her up. At first, she protests and tries to bite my lip. I dart my tongue into her mouth seeking out her tongue that moments ago was busy flapping at me. I run both of my hands down to her ass and pull her into me with a force that makes her release an involuntary moan. I squeeze and massage her ass while I continue to kiss her with a force that she can’t oppose. When she finally lets go of my hair and her tense body relaxes in my arms, I abruptly push her away and put at least ten feet between us.

“What the fuck possessed you to get violent with me? Who the hell do you think you are? You had better check yourself or I am done. Do you hear me?”

Her face is blotchy with red spots and her wide eyes match her gaping mouth. At this moment, she is anything but the exotic beauty that gets me hard. Standing before me is an unstable young woman who I can’t imagine marrying and bearing my children someday. I turn to leave the room when I hear a rustling and look back to see she has crumpled into a pile in the middle of the floor. For her next performance, she is apparently going to sob uncontrollably on my imported Turkish rug. Instead of pandering to her, I head back to the master bedroom and lay down on the bed. Maybe I’ll give her a few minutes to collect herself, then I will decide how I am going to deal with this.

I am sure it wasn’t more than five minutes and I hear a small voice from the other room, “Harry? Where are you?”

Shit! I had figured she would have taken at least ten more minutes, long enough for me to shut my eyes for a catnap. Reluctantly I reply, “I’m in here.”

She enters through the doorway looking like a pile of shit. “Wow, you are not doing well. What is going on with you Mare? It can’t be this.” I wave my hand through the room referring to the condo.

She shakes her head but does not answer me. Instead, she begins to unbutton her blouse to reveal her tiny but sexy breasts. I feel a little stir and should be ashamed. The last thing I want to do is have sex with this girl after her outburst. She takes a few steps closer and then drops her blouse completely so she is naked on top. I watch as she turns her back to me. I hear her unzip her jeans. She moves her hips side to side while she slides the tight denims down her butt then steps out of them. She turns to face me and I enjoy the view of her wearing nothing now but a little white thong with pink hearts and a tiny red bow right where her love trail begins. I feel my body betray me as I am now rock hard. Despite her lunacy, I want her.

I move back further onto my bed. She follows me and straddles my hips rubbing and rocking herself on me as her hands work on the button fly on my Levis. I pull my white t-shirt over my head and she gasps. “Harry! Have you been working out more?” She runs her hands over my chest and abs. “My word, your body looks incredible. You have been weight lifting haven’t you?”

I smirk at her, “Yes, it’s that obvious?”

“You jerk, you know you look good.” She purrs.

I don’t respond but instead I pull her down to me and kiss her pouty red lips. I work myself the rest of the way out of my jeans with my boxers still on making a tent. She reaches down, grabs my cock in her hand, and rubs it through the material. I let out a moan. God it’s been a few weeks since I have had a female touch. I roll onto my back and let her pleasure me for a while with her mouth wrapped around my shaft I lie back and enjoy. Just as I am about to cum, she abruptly stops. My eyes fly open and she is staring into my face.

“What?”

“Before I give you what you want, you need to give me what I want Harry.” She sticks her bottom lip out in a childish pout.

“Oh shit…not now! What is it?”

She is now tracing my pecks with her finger and my patience is starting to run short. Not that I have much for her these days to begin with.

“I want to move in with you. I think it is time we start our lives together. This condo will make due for now but maybe we can upgrade to a larger unit, perhaps one with more of a view.”

My erection is now gone…in fact my whole drive has catapulted off a cliff. I decide I had better choose my words carefully to not experience a repeat of the scene in the living room.

She is waiting for an answer. “Are you fucking kidding me! You know that won’t work. I am in the middle of the deal in New York and I already have mid-terms approaching soon. It would only cause too much interruption for me. That is the whole reason I did not tell you about the condo in the first place. I
knew
you would try to work your way into living here; I just don’t need you underfoot.”

She is sitting up now and I guess I found another one of her buttons because rage emulates all over her face. “You
are
an ass. I would not be underfoot and besides, I want to make sure it is me you are fucking those long dark winter nights and not some sleazy college coed you meet on campus.”

“That fucking pisses me off that you would think I am a skirt chaser. I have never cheated on you nor would I ever. I would just call things off with you first. I do not intend to be that guy and you should know better. You have been around me our entire lives…did I ever cheat?”

She sits staring off at something on the wall instead of at me. Then her usual look of mischief returns to her face. Good, at least I averted the demon that was surfacing.

“No, I guess you never cheated but since you are this far away how am I to keep tabs on you? A good-looking eligible guy like you is very appealing to any woman.”

“It is all going to rely on trust. If you don’t trust me, we don’t have the basis for a relationship. Now, don’t you have a job to finish here or am I going to have to take what is mine?”

She squeals and then leaps off the bed and runs for the door while yelling over her shoulder, “Gotta catch me first!”

Ok, I love it when she slips into her playful mode. I prefer
this
Marion. I take off running after her. When I get out in the living room, I don’t see her anywhere. I am all too aware that I am naked and she is too aside from her panties, naked hide-and-go seek, that’s a new one.

“Oh lover,
cum
out
cum
out wherever you are!” I doubt she heard my intentional innuendo as I hear nothing in response.

I open closets, look under the coffee table and peek behind the sofa and nothing. I head into the kitchen when I hear a noise coming from the hallway. I throw open the bathroom door and don’t see her…yet. Peeking behind the shower curtain and into the linen closet and nothing. I look behind the door and there she is, hovering behind clothes hanging on a hook. She giggles and comes out with two of my ties around her neck. I get an idea. I walk over, pick her up and hoist her over my shoulder, all the while she is giggling and squealing. We return to the bedroom and I throw her down on the bed. I take the blue tie from her neck and then the red one and lay both on the bed beside me. Pushing her onto her back, I grab both of her hands and tie them together with the blue tie above her head. I then grab her ankles and loosely tie them together with the red tie. She doesn’t even protest instead she giggles. I begin to work on her little erect nipples taking them into my mouth and nibbling on them. She squirms and giggles some more. Not the reaction I expect but I continue by massaging and sucking on her breasts until the nipples are both red and throbbing from all the attention. Meanwhile, she continues to giggle.

I finally stop and look at her, “What is so funny?”

She giggles again, “A lot of good any of this is going to do, you forgot that I still have panties on. Looks like Mr. Suave will have to untie me first.” Her tone mocking me.

That’s it, I have had about enough of her taunting me for one day. I take both hands and rip her panties clean off her body exposing a shaved pussy that I want to be inside, NOW! As the fabric rips away from her body, I pick them up and dangle them in her face.

“You were saying…
lover
?”

She has no words apparently as her mocking look has left her face, her eyes are now hooded with desire and I take that as my green light. I lean down and spread her thighs further apart making room for my body to settle in between her bound legs. I lift her hips slightly and enter her with an exaggerated slowness. She arches her back throwing her head further into the pillow. I move slowly in and out of her watching every reaction to the pleasure registering on her face. She licks her lips and I pull out. I move the head in and out of her wet spot in a tortuous slow pace, taunting and teasing. A low guttural growl escapes her lips as she bucks her hips toward me and wrestles with her legs and arms still bound. In one swift and fluid movement, I thrust my hips with force fully into her core and begin pumping myself in and out of her until both of us cum. I collapse onto her noticing both of our bodies dewy from the intense exertion.

After a while of lying together in our afterglow, I realize that I still have her tied up, which then turns me on all over again. I roll onto my side and see that she is crying. I pretend not to notice and I flick at her nipple with my tongue. My arousal is too strong to ignore. I roll on top of her and go for another round. She responds with full abandon but she doesn’t say a thing, she doesn’t have to, her body does all the speaking needed.

By the end of the weekend, the only thing we really accomplished was several orgasms and a lot of tear shed. I can’t understand why she is so emotional, her reactions to everything has been puzzling and cause for concern. She doesn’t really have anyone that I can contact other than her family. I think I may need to tell my mother and she can contact Mrs. Devereaux. We need to get to the bottom of this. I don’t need this distraction.

I ride with her to the airport and at the curb, we say our goodbye, which is filled with more of her tears. I finally have had enough. I grab her by both arms and give a gentle but firm shake. “Mare! What the hell is going on with you? I have never known you to be so emotional! What is going on and don’t tell me it’s because you can’t keep minute by minute tabs on me!”

She jerks her arms away and covers her face with her hands. “Oh God Harry, I am three weeks late, and I cheated on you so it’s possible that it may not be yours!”

I am stunned so I have no response. Did I hear her correctly? My heart is palpitating and I am hardly aware that I am speaking… I am so enraged. “You need to leave. I do not wish to discuss this with you on the sidewalk in front of the airport.”

She tries to grab my arm but I yank it away. “Do not touch me.” I growl, “ I don’t want to look at you, you disgust me.”

She stamps her foot. “Well if you weren’t so far away maybe it would never have happened!”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Tell me you aren’t blaming me for you cheating!” I leave her standing on the sidewalk and get back into the town car. Before the door shuts, she shoves her hand in then her body. “Get out!” I yell.

“NO! Not until you hear me out. Then I will leave.” She then asks the driver to call ahead and tell the crew that she is running late. “Listen Harry. It was a one-time thing, it will never happen again. I swear to you…please forgive me.” She is now sobbing and once again, all her tears and efforts to make me feel guilty are falling on deaf ears.