The Boleyn Effect (The Boleyn Ending)

by Deborah. C. Foulkes

  Then just as I start to finish up, Clair comes to my side. Her earlier concern has gone and she's returned to being icy with me. I've briefly wondered if pillow talk has extended to George confessing getting his way with me. But the way I see it now, if she wants to leave then she should use the door. I can always get another assistant. I am past caring.

  'He's here,' she whispers in my ear.

  'Who's here?' I ask, briefly turning away from what I'm doing.

  She gives a slight nod and I turn. Harry is stood by the door looking a little awkward.

  'Show him to my office. Tell I'll see him in a moment.'

  She gives me a strange look as if to say tell him yourself, but doesn't say a word. I continue to wind up the white backing scene, while listening to my message being conveyed. I have my back to them and I can't help but smile. I'm making him wait on me. Put the dynamics of power back where they were. Hearing the office door open and close, I finally turn and face Clair.

  'How long have I got?'

  'Your next sitting is in half hour,' she answers.

  'Good.'

  'Leigh, be careful,' she says as I pass.

  'I know what I'm doing,' I answer.

  'Well I'll be just out front,' she smiles thinly.

  I go to my office door and I’m suddenly aware and grateful at having a cupboard like office. No windows anywhere. It's like a box. I reach out and open the door. Harry turns around as I enter and I offer a smile.

  'Sorry I had to keep you waiting. You've caught me at my busiest.'

  'I know I should have rung, but I was passing and...' he starts.

  'So what can I do for you?'

  'I owe you an apology.'

  I perch one arse cheek on my desk, conscious that the denim of my dungaree dress rises up showing as much as decent. It works as his eyes go straight to my thigh. Camel brown Hugg boots cover my feet to my calf and all that's in between is bare and naked apart from lace panties.

  'What is there to apologise for?'

  'For treating you like shit. I never meant to hurt you and what you said about loving me...well it brought that home.'

  He seems so big in my small office and most definitely out of his comfort zone. He knows how much power I weld over him when we are closed in like this and it's obviously makes him nervous. He wants me so much, but he's fighting whether he can keep betraying Katherine.

  'Well, I accept your apology, Harry. Now as you can see I am really snowed under here.'

  I pull myself off my desk and adjust the skirt demurely. I go to the door, but Harry's hand stops me and drags me towards him.

  'I've come all this way to apologise the least you could do is accept it properly,' he snaps.

  'And how would you like to me accept it?'

  'You know damn well. Get back on your desk.'

  I wrench my arm away from his.

  'No,' I say.

  My heart is pounding as hard as is his breathing. In this small space I'm aware that I'm playing a dangerous game, but the danger is the turn-on. He grabs me again and this time I push him away and he stumbles against my filing cabinet.

  'You stand there in that dress and dare to tell me no,' he hisses.

  I sidle towards him and press my body against his and hold his glare. The contact between us both pushes the heat up a notch and I can feel myself start to shake. I need to remain controlled.

  'You're in my office now and you will do what I say. Now sit!'

  There is a moment of shock on his face, before a raised eyebrow. He moves past me and goes to sit down on my office chair.

  'No! You sit on my desk,' I instruct.

  He does what I tell him and I sit on my chair with my legs crossed and look him up and down.

  'Now what?' he smiles.

  'Take off your T-shirt and for future record you wear a shirt and tie when you come and see me.'

  With a large grin he shrugs off his jacket and tugs the T-shirt over his head dropping it on the floor.

  'Now the jeans.'

  'My jeans?'

  'Please don't make me repeat myself,' I chastise.

  Any concerns that I may be pushing things too far come unfounded as the jeans fall and I see just how aroused he is. Naked and vulnerable in my office and it's all for me.

  'Sit back on the desk,' I say.

  He does as I tell him. Naked arse perched on the cheap wood of my desk. Getting up, I go to where my iPod is docked in speakers and I press play. The sound of Bon Jovi fills my office and he looks at me questionably.

  'This is going to get noisy,' I purr.

  Going back to where he waits, I run my hand up his leg and feel him shudder underneath my touch. With expert fingers I touch with a scraping of nail, his length and a groan leaves his lips. Merely stroking lightly, I know I'm not giving him enough, but just a taste of what's to come. He squirms under my touch and it arouses me even more. Then bending down, I do the same with my tongue. Running it lightly up and down while he quivers near my mouth.

  'Please...' he mutters.

  'Please what?' I ask.

  'You know what.'

  With my hand now gripping him, I lightly touch his lips and he's now shaking like a leaf. How could I have thought that he wouldn't come back to me? That I didn't have the power?

  'Beg,' I smile.

  He pulls away slightly as he meets my eye.

  'What?'

  'Beg me and I will give you everything.'

  'Very well, I beg you Miss Boorman, give me everything.'

  I slowly wriggle from my panties. Then hoisting myself up onto the desk, I lower onto him and allow him to fill and stretch my insides. A loud moan leaves his lips as he breathlessly asks me to hold.

  Giving him a moment, I undo my braces and pull off my own vest top and bra. His mouth finds my breasts and I hold him there as I begin to ride him. Slowly at first to continue my tease, but I find that my own self-control is not as good as his and I soon pick up pace for my own benefit.

  The wood of the desk pains my knees, but the pain drives me. My skirt is now bunched up as Harry grips my waist. His fingers digging hard into flesh. Clutching his shoulders, his mouth lifts to mine, biting, licking and groaning into each other.

  'I'm ready to come,' Harry cries against my mouth.

  'Hold on, I'm there...hold on,' I beg.

  'Leigh... I can't,' he cries out.

  'My God...Harry.'

  His head in my shoulder and my face in his hair muffle our mutual climax. Our hearts racing against each other as my insides throb and ache from my own assault. Breathless, I start to move, but Harry holds me still.

  'Don't leave me,' he whispers.

  'Why?' I ask.

  He moves his head so that he looks me in the eye. With a hand he strokes my hair from face and offers me a small smile.

  'I don't want to be with Katherine, because I'm in love with you.'

  Straddled on top of him on my desk, with him still throbbing inside me, I think I am going to cry. I don't know if it's a triumphant feeling or one of pure joy, but I just want to kiss him.

  'I have clients to see, but we should talk. If you can I'll see you tonight at the flat.'

  'I'll be there,' he answers.

  Now he allows me to climb off him and we start to retrieve our clothes. I turn off the music and watch as he dresses and he catches me.

  'You should take a picture,' he smirks.

  'Maybe I will,' I laugh. 'Something to keep me going when you're not here.'

  A knock at the door reminds me that Clair is outside.

  'I'll be out in a minute,' I shout.

  'Your next one isn't here yet. It's something else,' I hear her say.

  Sighing, I leave Harry in my office and step out into the studio.

  'Miss Boorman.'

  My insides chill at Gaskill's unimpressed glare. I'm aware that I must look flushed and ruffled, and I feel a little self-conscious. I'm sure Harry's smell is all over me.

  'Clair, I've left someon
e on hold in my office, could you just deal with it,' I ask.

  Catching my meaning, Clair hurries into my office and shuts the door.

  'What do I owe the pleasure?' I ask moving further away from my office, hoping that Gaskill follows.

  'I've had a visit from Mrs Cobain. She's asked me to come and see regarding an arrangement made with her.'

  My eyes fleet towards the closed up office and then back onto Gaskill.

  'I don't know anything about an arrangement.'

  Gaskill moves closer towards me and I suddenly feel nervous in his presence.

  'I think you'll find it's the one where you stopped screwing her husband in exchange for money.'

  'What makes you think I'm screwing her husband? It seems a bit far-fetched to me,' I bluff.

  'Because it was me that saw you coming out of that club and before you try and say it was all innocent...both in the same place...coincidence crap. I don't think there was anything innocent when he...let's say fucked you against the alley wall.'

  My mouth falls open and my cheeks heat even more. He was there and more to the point watched while we...

  'I never agreed to anything,' I manage to say.

  'Maybe you did, maybe you didn't that doesn't concern me, but maybe you and I can come to some sort of our own arrangement. One where we could all benefit. One where you don't need to worry about Katherine anymore. I am a lawyer after all. I make things happen.'

  I am now backed into the wall and looking at my office I wonder how much can be heard from inside and what on earth is Clair doing in there?

  'What sort of an arrangement?' I barely manage to ask.

  Gaskill's fingers touch my cheek and I flinch. This can't be happening. This man hates me with a passion.

  'I think you know what I want. If I'd have known you had a taste for the older man I may have suggested it earlier. Harry Cobain isn't the only one who has potential.'

  'No but he's the only one who'd I ever consider being with,' I answer.

  'Come on, you looked mighty fine in that little dress and those 'fuck me' heels. I wouldn't mind finding out what it feels like to have them behind my ears.'

  I think I physically gag at his suggestion. My stomach is turning so much that I think it will soon empty.

  'You will never find out, because you make me sick,' I hiss.

  'I doubt that, once a whore always a whore,' Gaskill snaps.

  The door of the office slowly opens and I breathe a sigh of relief as Harry steps out. Gaskill turns around and his face pales slightly.

  'Harry?' he flounders.

  'Apologise to her,' Harry snaps.

  'Come on Harry, how long we known each other. You must know you're being played. She's flirted with me since day one.'

  'And you're supposed to be my friend and my lawyer. Now apologise.'

  'I'll do no such thing. Why not share it? She must be a nice piece of arse for you to have carried on with her. Let's both give her a once over and then compare notes. It's not like the first time we've shared.'

  'I forgave you for Claudia.'

  'Come on Harry, if I hadn't have screwed that pathetic whore, you wouldn't have married into the Aire Empire. You had Katherine, only because I allowed you to have her.'

  I move just in time as Gaskill falls into the wall from Harry's punch. Harry holds out his hand for me to take and pulls me to his side.

  'That pathetic whore gave you your one and only heir you jumped up prick. And as for Katherine, she can do what she wants now. She's free. As are you. Our friendship and professional relationship is over, and since you seemed to hold Katherine's interests, you can tell my wife not to expect me home tonight or any other night. I've found her replacement and for the record, no one else is having this one, she belongs to me.'

  Her replacement? Not going home? Belong to him? Harry's first love was or is George's mum. Shit! This is big and I'm not sure how much more I can take.

  'You're a fool Harry and you're messing with the wrong guy.'

  Gaskill gets to his feet, just as I hear my next client coming through the door. I see Clair now hurrying out of the office into the foyer in order to stall them. I really should appreciate her more. As Gaskill leaves, I turn towards Harry who wraps his arms around me.

  'You didn't have to do that,' I say.

  'Yes I did. I wasn't going to stand by and let that bastard treat you like that.'

  'I have to go, my next client is here,' I say. 'Will I still see you tonight?'

  'I've effectively walked out on my wife. Is it ok to stay?'

  I throw my arms around him and hug him tight, just as Clair re-enters.

  'Meet me back here at four,' I answer. 'Now I really must go.'

  Harry pats my bum as he walks away and leaves. Clair comes to my side and grabs my arm.

  'You are really playing with fire. Please finish this and find someone else, I beg you.'

  'I don't want anyone else,' I say. 'What did you hear in while you and Harry were in the office?'

  'We heard everything, but don't worry I will not be relaying anything back to George. He'll flip his fucking lid if he finds out.'

  'At least we can agree on something,' I smile.

  'I wanted to come out sooner, but Harry made me wait. I think he wanted to see what Thomas was capable of.'

  'Well I think we are both realising who our real friends are,' I answer.

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  Laid on my sofa covered by only the throw, Harry and I are wrapped in each other's arms. Instead of the frenzied passionate unions we've usually endured in, this time it was more like making love.

  He'd met me as soon as I closed the studio with a small bag and some takeaway food. We had barely got through my own front door when we started to consume one another with hot kisses. Tumbling onto the sofa, Harry did something he'd never done before and stripped me naked. Item by item while kissing each bit of flesh exposed.

  It was slow and leisurely as he took his time on different parts of my body. Nothing needed to be rushed in case we got caught. This time we were able to just enjoy one another. Then, once I was completely naked and burning for him, he too stripped and placed himself between my legs.

  His mouth never left mine as he moved slow and precise inside me. Instead of loud groans and screaming the others name, everything was controlled and muted, with little whimpers that occasionally left my lips. I hadn't realized that it could be so much more fulfilling. The orgasm was less intense, but yet more contented and satisfying and in that moment I didn't want him to separate from me ever.

  But now as we lay together, I fear I may ruin the mood as I ask about Gaskill.

  'What is it you want to know?' Harry asks.

  'You said something about your interests and swapping sides?'

  'Kathrine's father was a bit of an arsehole and shrewd bastard. He hated me. Didn't think I was good enough for his daughter and when she married me, he changed his will.'

  'But didn't she inherit the businesses?' I ask.

  'She did, but none of the money that's stuck in trusts. She only gets that on the condition that we renewed our wedding vows after twenty years to prove my worth.'

  'Hence the renewing of vows. Surely she's made enough to not need it?'

  'You know what I have given up understanding what the deal is between Katherine and this will. I've my own investments and by keeping them separate they should not get lost in this mess. That's what Thomas was supposed to be doing making sure everything stays safe.'

  'Where does it leave you and me?'

  'It leaves me to have you whenever I want,' he laughs as he nips my breasts.

  'I am being serious,' I chastise.

  'So am I. Please Leigh, don't worry about it. Katherine is my problem. Let me deal with her.'

  'But Gaskill will be my problem. George and I have been best friends for years. He could make things difficult.'

  'He won't. I'll sort it.'

  I know Harry enough not to argue with hi
m on this.

  'I need to ask one more thing.'

  Harry sighs deeply as he lifts his eyes to mine.

  'Please don't make me go there.' He says.

  'But Claudia and Thomas...does George...?'

  'Leigh, it's in the past. The woman is dead. The Gaskill family fought for George and won him and it broke Claudia's heart.'

  'Was there ever a chance that...?'

  'That George is mine,' Harry finishes. 'At first it was considered, but the relevant tests were done. George is a Gaskill. I suppose it's one of the reasons I forgave. It was my way of doing something for Claudia by keeping an eye on him.'

  'I should be grateful,' I smile. 'It would be really weird sleeping with my best friend's old man.'

  'Hey, less of the old man thank you,' Harry laughs grabbing my sides and tickling me.

  'On another note I had no idea you could be so commanding,' Harry chuckles.

  I roll on top of him and pin him down.

  'My office, my rules.'

  'I've never let anyone do that to me before. I like to take charge and lead, but it was amazing to be at your mercy,' he says.

  'It's because we are good together.'

  'You're good for me,' he mutters.

  Later that night, I climb out of bed, leaving Harry sleeping and go into the kitchen. Grabbing my phone, I hope that he picks up. I should try and make amends with George. Purely for selfish reasons I have to keep him close, because he may be my only protection from his father.

  However, there is a small part of me that also a little worried about his state of mind. Since this began we both have changed so much and I do want normality back. I don't know if we may even get to a point where we are better to one another instead of so damn destructive. But for now I have to turn my skills back onto my creator.

  'Do you know what time it is?' comes the grumbled reply.

  'I need to talk to you.'

  'I thought you didn't want to anymore.'