Glass Towers: Surrendered

by Adler

  “Well, it is the way business used to be done and they have no reason to change it. Now, let us enjoy the last two minutes of our honeymoon mi amore.

  As the plane completes its final descent, Harrison grabs my hand, and we head into our new life.

  Chapter Seven

  As predicted, the airport was abuzz with camera crews and paparazzi. I didn’t think sleepy water-logged Portland had this much media. We both put our sunglasses on and averted our faces, while being ushered away from the crowd. If it were Simone in my shoes, she would be stopping and posing like you see celebrities do at red-carpet events. Not us. We want to power through this crowd and obstruct this pack of hyenas from getting the money shot.

  The ironic part is that Harrison is not actually a celebrity. He simply caught the attention of several “eligible bachelor” lists because of his mogul status, not to mention he is drop-dead gorgeous. He is in the public eye a lot with his various philanthropic projects, especially the reading foundation. He has developed amazing properties over the years and he has been a confirmed bachelor, until now. I know firsthand his prowess in the bedroom, so yes; he was the most eligible catch for sure. Thank God, I am the one who caught him.

  We head out to the waiting town car. I notice that it is not the usual Towers Holdings car. I wonder why we are in a different car?

  Once inside, we make a quick getaway. I turn to Harrison, whose body looks tense and stiff. I, on the other hand, found that experience to be somewhat exciting, in a strange sort of way. I wouldn’t want to have that greet me every time I got off a plane, but it did add a little sizzle to the otherwise mundane airport. I did find it a bit exhausting and look forward to arriving at the penthouse.

  Harrison turns to me. “That was the easy part. I am told that the camp set up at the Towers is something else.” His brow is furrowed, and he looks stressed out. His look reminds me of the night he showed up at my condo to explain his engagement to Marion.

  Wow, it’s as if he is reading my thoughts, “Oh! That was easy? Now I am really dreading going home.”

  It really is quite something to think that when I left as Danielle Austen I had no idea that I would be coming back home as Danielle Towers. I never would have even had the slightest clue that I would be returning to Portland, married to Harrison Towers.

  Harrison is busy on his phone. I glance down and become mesmerized by the ring on my finger. It just seems like a fairytale. Or, at least one of those romance movies you go see, and say to yourself, ‘only in the movies’. That is my life, and I would not change a thing. I find my strength in knowing that I am in very capable hands. I feel safe and cherished. Just as if I had custom ordered the traits my father possesses. Harrison is shifting in his seat, and I can see why. Up ahead I can see the Towers lit up by all the media lighting.

  “Holy shit!” Without thinking, the expletive escapes my mouth. Harrison flashes me a quick glance, and then he is on his phone calling who knows who.

  I see a swarm of people with cameras, as we approach in the unmarked black town car. It has tinted windows, but I feel like they can see right in with the flashes of their cameras.

  The security gates to the underground parking open, and the town car slips into the garage. I look behind me and see security guards standing in the open entrance, as the gate is being lowered. There is literally a mob of flashing cameras and people shouting Harrison’s name, asking if it’s true that we got married. I find it somewhat of a relief that we are gated in. We are escorted to the elevators and Albert appears to take us up to the penthouse. He turns to me and says, “Welcome home Madame Towers.”

  Oh, I like how that sounds even more! “Thank you, Albert.” I smile.

  “I thought that would be worse than it was. It was rather easy. I feel unscathed, at least.”

  Harrison smiles, “Well, I had hoped it would go this way, but I did fear it was going to be much worse. I have arranged for us to do a press conference tomorrow afternoon, here at the Tower so we can put to rest all of the rumors and frenzy. Hopefully.

  “Harrison! I don’t want to be on television or have my picture taken! You know I am a private person.”

  “I think it is a wise decision.” Before I voice my objections, he puts his finger up to pause me. “However, we will talk about this in the morning, after we have had a chance to get settled in.”

  The elevator door opens to the penthouse. Harrison turns to me, “Oh no allow me.” Then in one swoop, he has me in his arms as he carries me across the threshold into the foyer. He sets me down as I giggle. He reaches his hand behind my head and pulls me in for a long, sensuous kiss. His tongue seeking mine, we hear an “Ahem”. We both stop and look up at Albert grinning down at us.

  I gasped. I don’t recall ever seeing Albert smile that big.

  We had forgotten ourselves and were so absorbed in each other that we failed to notice, the whole staff standing in the entry to greet us. It reminds me of a scene out of The Sound of Music. In unison, they all say “Welcome Home.”

  Harrison steps away from me for a second. “Thank you everyone. Now, if you will excuse us, my new bride and I would like to get refreshed before we have some dinner and unwind from our travels.” With that, the staff quickly dissipates. Harrison grabs my hand, and leads me down the long hallway to the master bedroom. He shuts the door behind us, locks the door, and then he picks me up again. This time, depositing me on the bed. “Now, where were we?”

  He starts kissing me with his sensual tongue, seeking out every crevice of my mouth. He moves to my neck, and then finds his way to the top of my cleavage. Just as my loins start to respond with complete abandon, he stops and sits up. “How about we go freshen up from our travels?”

  “Yes, I would love that actually. I feel like I have been in these clothes for days now!”

  He slides off the bed, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom. Oh, we have such wonderful memories in here, and I have a hunch we are about to add more. I look around the room, and nothing has changed since I was last here about a month ago. It is so hard for me to wrap my mind around how much my life has changed in a mere five months.

  Harrison takes the remote from the counter and dims the lights then turns on some music. It is that making love, thrusty-beat kind of music. He walks over to the tub, turns the water on, and dumps a substantial amount of aromatic bubble bath under the steamy stream of water. He turns to me and we lock eyes.

  Oh, Lordy. When he gives me that look, I almost want to cum right where I stand. He motions with his finger for me to come to him. I walk over to where he is next to the tub, never losing eye contact. He reaches out to me and starts removing my clothing. I try to reach out and help him out of his clothes, but he pushes my hand away and clicks his tongue at me. After he finishes removing my clothes, he leans down, and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. He begins to assault me with his teeth, nibbling and flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip. My pussy is wet and ready for the taking, but I know that he has more that he is going to do to me first.

  He picks me up again and places me in the tub. He turns off the water, and then turns back around and faces me while he undresses himself in front of me. As his button up shirt drops to the floor, I feel a gasp escape my lips. His tanned, carved body makes my core tingle with anticipation. I want to run my hands up and down his body. He unzips his pants to reveal a tight fitting pair of red boxer trunks bulging with his arousal. Another wave of heat travels through my anxious loins. He slowly removes his trunks, and out springs his hard, generous cock. He moves over to me, as I am sitting in the tub. I grab his cock and pull it into my mouth. I trace my tongue around his swollen tip, and then immerse his whole length to the back of my throat. I suck hard and hear a loud moan come from Harrison. I increase the pressure and use my hand to cup his balls, gently squeezing. His hands are on my head, as I give him pleasure. I start moving my mouth and hand up and down his length as his pleasure increases. Pulling his cock out of my mouth, Har
rison swiftly joins me in the tub. He pulls me up out of the water, into a standing position. He places my hands on the side of the tub, bending me over at the waist. He inserts his hardness into my sweet spot and starts moving in and out in swift motions. He pulls my head back by grabbing my hair and suckles my neck in that magic spot that sends me into oblivion. Releasing my hair, he grabs me by the waist and rasps “You ready?”

  Gah, ready for what I think to myself?

  “Hang on.”As his words linger in the air, he slams his rod into me with a force that rocks me forward. I wasn’t prepared and almost lost my grip on the side of the tub. I let out a loud shriek. He stops for a minute, “Shit! Did I hurt you?”

  I can barely breathe, “No keep going!” My God, that feels hot!

  He begins moving slowly in and out of my aching pussy, picking up the speed with each thrust. Placing his hands on my hips again, I can tell he is ready to fuck the shit out of me. I brace myself, waiting for the fucking to begin. I tingle and throb, anticipating his assault. He withdraws his length to my opening and then wiggles it in and out at the sensitive entrance. Oh, he is teasing me. Naughty man. His cock penetrates me to my core and sends shock waves all up and down my spine; he repeats it again and again. I feel my body is on fire. He is slamming his cock so hard into me that I am hanging on tight to the side, bracing myself at each blow. He is moaning loudly as I match his fervor with my hips moving to meet his. I find one of my hands has made its way to my pussy, and I am now touching his cock, feeling it move in and out of me. That simple touch is what sends us both into a heated crescendo. He yells out my name loudly “Danielle!” Followed by a long groan, as he continues to shoot his seed into my sweet spot. I shudder again as the aftershocks continue to travel through my body. All at once, I feel the fatigue settle in. He withdraws his length and turns me around. Placing his hands on each side of my face, he looks me in the eyes, “God I love you!”

  I melt into him.

  Chapter Eight

  The next morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I rise and look around the room. It is a complete mess. After we rocked it out in the bathroom last night, we bathed and then had a late bite to eat. We returned to our room and made love before we went to sleep. As per my usual methods, my suitcase has exploded everywhere. I notice his suitcase is still sitting unopened where we left it. I suppose he will have his ‘man help’ put that away. Or, is that my job now that I am the lady of the house?

  I put on my workout clothes to get ready for a run and head to the kitchen. Harrison is nowhere to be seen. I see a note on the counter from Philippe indicating breakfast is in the usual warming oven. I am transported back to that week that I spent here by myself while Harrison was in Montreal. It shoots a pang of uneasiness into my stomach. It reminds me of Marion and I am still on edge. Last night, Harrison told me to not go anywhere without Albert until further notice. I didn’t try to argue with him.

  I ate the breakfast of scrambled eggs and fruit by myself in silence. Left alone with my random thoughts when my phone buzzes. I look to see it is a text from Simone.

  8:31 AM

  Clarke

  Welcome home Mrs. Towers!! How does it feel to be a mogul’s wife??

  I giggle shaking my head. Leave it Clarke!

  8:31 AM

  Me

  It feels wonderful! I wish you and my folks could have been there! How are you?

  8:31 AM

  Clarke

  I am really good Danners. Miss having you underfoot here. When do you want to come get your things?

  Oh, that’s right. I forgot that I have a whole closet full of clothes and other belongings to move over here. When I left for the Caymans, I only took my vacation items, a few workout ensembles and my laptop, which I never used.

  8:32 AM

  Me

  How about later this afternoon? Harrison has a press conference scheduled and I can come after that?

  8:33 AM

  Clarke

  Perfect! Can’t wait to hear all about you and the mogul tying the knot! Text me when you are on your way. I’ll get the cork popped!

  Smiling to myself, I put my phone down and finish my coffee, gazing out at the cloudy sky. There are geese flying in a V-formation. I presume they are flying south for winter. After coming back from a tropical paradise, I can totally relate.

  After I put my dishes away, I head out to the foyer and start my stretching. My phone is vibrating in my pocket. I see it is Harrison.

  Before I can say anything, “Good Morning, mi amore!”

  Oh, that makes me tingle all over!

  ‘Good morning to you to! You were out early!”

  “Yes, I had to get to the office, so I could cover some things with my father before the board met with Marion.”

  “Oh. When are they meeting with her?” My mouth is sticky now.

  “They have already met with her.”

  “Really…already..that’s early!”

  “Yes, remember there is a three hour time difference.”

  I realize my mouth is super dry and I am holding my breath. “Oh, right, of course. Well, how did it go? Did you speak to them afterward?”

  “I spoke to my father a few minutes ago. It went as we expected. She spit all sorts of venom. Threw around some lies and then laid a bomb on the board.”

  I take in some air finally. “What was the bomb?”

  He hesitates, “She is claiming that my father had an affair years ago and he is Garrin’s father, not Philippe.”

  I gasp. “What a bitch to throw around such inflammatory lies! On top of everything else she has done!”

  Harrison does not respond.

  I wait another second before it dawns on me that it could be true. I seemed to remember Harrison telling me that Garrin’s mother took him and his siblings away to France when he was very young, and he only came back to Montreal as a young adult.

  “It’s true isn’t it?”

  He sighs, “It is entirely possible. My father is in a state of shock, so he neither confirmed nor denied, and I did not push it. It does fall within the timeframe of when he does admit to having had a onetime fling with Garrin’s mother. My mother and father were having marital problems, and he had an indiscretion as a result.”

  “Does your mother know about the affair?”

  “Yes, apparently. My father just told me that she knew about it when it happened because she found them. But, that is all he will tell me. He wants to speak to everyone to get the truth sorted out. It is one of those things that is best to deal with straight on, rather than to side step it. Us Towers men are really good at avoiding things.”

  I snort, “I know that too well. So that must be what Marion was holding over Garrin’s head for blackmailing him into doing her bidding.”

  “Exactly. So, it may be that Garrin knew all this time, but since it would crush Philippe, he did not want him to know. I have not spoken to Garrin yet, but I have a suspicion the only ones who didn’t know are my parents and Philippe.

  “Well, it sounds like you may just have a half-brother.”

  “Yes, it seems that way, or at least highly possible. Honestly, I would be proud to call Garrin my brother, so if turns out that her claims are true, then we will all embrace him. That affair was so many years ago, and my parents are solid. I do worry that it will cause waves with them for a while, but they are strong.”

  “Besides, I have my own marriage to focus on.”

  “Oh, I like the sounds of that.”

  “Danielle, hang on, I just got a text message.”

  “Ok,”

  I hear him make a growling sound. Not the good kind he makes when we are having sex, more like the kind a wild animal makes when it is going into fight mode.

  I’m alarmed, “Harrison? What is it?”

  “Damned bitch!”

  “Who? Marion?”

  “Yes, she just sent a text that says ‘You are going to regret your actions. We were meant to be together and I am going to see t
o that. You can’t get rid of me that easily.’ She is a lunatic!”

  “What the hell does she mean by that? Are you going to show that to the detective?” My heart is now racing.

  “I’m not sure, Danielle. What I do know is that she signed a contract with the board that they won’t press charges against her for her embezzlement, if she leaves me and my family alone. If she doesn’t abide by that, all bets are off.”

  “Harrison, what does that mean exactly?”

  “Never mind, Danielle. I don’t want you to worry about it. Just promise me you will have Albert with you at all times. That woman is on the loose and if she is brazen enough to send that text to me, knowing the ramifications, she is bound to do anything.

  “Well, I guess the honeymoon is over.” I try to mask the sadness in my voice but it is hard to do. I am scared to death of what this woman might try. I guess the only relief is that she is physically in Montreal.

  “Cheri, I will make this right, I promise. My mission in life is to make you happy and keep you safe. I am not a man who breaks his promises. Now, I must go. I have to deal with the fallout. Remember, Albert is to be with you at all times! In fact, maybe you should just stay put today. There is still a lot of media camped outside the Towers. ”

  “No worries there. I am pretty much scared to death now to leave the penthouse. Except, I do want to go for a run. You know, come to think of it who is protecting you Harrison?”

  “Don’t worry about me. I have security posted in the lobby and up here in the office. It’s only a precaution. It’s not me for whom I fear. If you go for a run, make sure Albert pays close attention and have him make certain you haven’t been followed. Before I forget, we are on for 3:00 PM this afternoon for the news conference.

  Oh, shit! In all the Marion talk, I forgot. I was already not in the mood and now I am positively opposed! “Oh Harrison, cant we do it another day? I feel jet lagged and I don’t have much to wear here. This whole thing with Marion has my stomach in knots. I am supposed to get my clothes from Simone’s later this afternoon. Can’t we reschedule?”