The Boleyn Effect (The Boleyn Ending)

by Deborah. C. Foulkes

  Finally letting her go, she gives me one last nervous look and pushes past us. Alone Harry looks at me tentatively.

  'I am sorry, I should have realised that once news of Katherine and I...'

  I shush him by placing my lips on his. 'As long as you're honest then we have nothing to worry about. You will always be honest with me won't you?'

  'I promise. We belong to only each other now.'

  'You say that, but what if you...'

  'Sssh,' he says pressing his mouth against mine.

  He kisses me harder as he backs me into the wall and my insecurities are being pushed away in an ever filling box. My hands wander past the robe to where he's already starting to burst through his trousers. Squeezing him, he groans against my mouth.

  'You know with your robe on it sort of feeds my naughty school girl fantasy,' I smile.

  'Does it now,' he smirks.

  He glances at his watch and then around him, before grabbing my hand and dragging me into one of the lifts. Pushing me against the wall as the door closes he starts to fumble with my blouse, but I stop him.

  'What's wrong? I thought the lift...'

  'Not for me. It's a claustrophobia thing,' I say.

  'You have claustrophobia with an office like yours?' he chuckles.

  I shrug. 'But my office doesn't move.'

  The door opening causes the momentary tension to leave my body, before I'm dragged off once more. Now in part of the building deserted I'm pulled into an empty classroom. I watch as Harry closes the blinds and locks the door. It's the smallest classroom I've ever been in and I wonder what it must feel like trying to learn is such a cramped space.

  'You know you could just bring the robes home?' I joke.

  'And where's the fun in that,' he answers moving towards me.

  As I'm pushed against the back wall I curse the fact that I'm not wearing my skirt. The drop in temperature outside had caused me to wear the trousers instead. Not that Harry seems to mind as he makes short work of both my blouse and bra, which I'm thankful for front fastenings. I can't keep up with where his hands and mouth are going. I'm being attacked from all angles and all I can do is succumb. I've never known him so desperate to be all over me. I'm usually instructed and teased. Now it's like he doesn't even know where to begin.

  Leaving me breathless, he pulls away and looks at me. His face flushed and eyes wide searching mine. Like he's really seeing me for the first time.

  'What's wrong?' I whisper.

  Shaking his head slightly he sits down on one of the chairs.

  'I want you on your knees,' he commands.

  Obliging, I get down and release him from his trousers. Lifting himself up slightly, I drag the trouser further down to his knees. Then I take him fully into my mouth. But just as I begin my assault his pocket vibrates against me.

  He looks down at me and groans as I wait for instruction.

  'Sweetheart, I really need to get that.'

  Reaching into his pocket, I hand him the phone and watch as he answers whoever is calling him. Rocking on my heels patiently I wait for him to finish talking. His face is tense at whatever the other person is saying to him. I know he should be with his colleagues somewhere and disappearing with the photographer won't be going down well. His cock still twitches, waiting for me and an idea suddenly strikes as I lick my lips. This could be fun. Launching myself at him, I grab and suck hard on his cock's smooth head.

  'Shit...no not you,' he gasps out through gritted teeth.

  I suck hard as he swells in my mouth and I can feel him wiggling beneath me trying a feeble attempt to break free, but I'm holding him down with my arm.

  'I'm just doing the rounds,' he manages to say steadily with so much effort. 'I'll be there as soon as I can...I realise that but...' every part of him is shaking, but this control over him is intoxicating. He moves the phone away from his face and lowers slightly towards me.

  'Leigh, stop.' He hisses.

  I carry on until he yanks my head from him. I give him my best what I call Puss in Boots face. All wide eyed and innocent, and he curses.

  'I'll call you back,' he mutters before throwing the phone on one of the desks.

  He pulls me to my feet and yanks at my trousers taking my pants with them. I manage to step out of them while struggling to get past my boots.

  'I cannot believe you just did that,' he says.

  'I'm sorry sir,' I smile sweetly.

  Laying me along the desk, he raises my legs onto his shoulders and already wet from my mouth nudges his way in easily. Raising my arms over my head I clench the edge of the desk as he starts to move against me. My body instantly responding to his fast pace.

  Now my phone starts to vibrate against the floor where my jacket is and I know its Clair wondering where I am.

  'This is going to have to be quick,' he mutters as his own starts to vibrate.

  No matter how hard I try I just can't get past that point. I hit a brick wall where I'm tightening around him, but I can't be pushed over the edge. The noise of vibrating phones mixed with Johanne stops me. Her pretty face and her large tits make me nervous. Harry screwed her just like he's screwing me now. Did he make the same promises? Chase her down like he did me?

  No you stupid cow, you fucking chased him down. Don't forget what you were trying to do in the beginning.

  I try and push all off it back in the box as I try and focus on Harry and how he feels inside me. Because he's never not made me come before and I don't want this to be the first.

  'Sweetheart,' he groans. 'I really need you to come for me.'

  'Maybe another way,' I gasp.

  'Sweetheart I can't...Jesus.'

  His hotness fills me as he lets my legs go and rests his head on my stomach. My chest tightens as tears of frustration start to well and I bite them down as he lifts his head to mine.

  'What happened?' he asks.

  I shift from underneath him and start putting myself together. Not able to look him in the face.

  'You need to get back. We both do,' I snap.

  With his trousers still undone, he looks all dishevelled and upset and the anger starts to vanish as I quickly glance his way. Melting, I sigh and offer a smile. He really does look damn sexy when we’ve just had sex.

  'I'm sorry. What with the phones and Johanne...'

  'Johanne is history. Do not allow her into that head of yours.'

  As we climb back into the lift. He pulls me into a hug and squeezes me tight.

  'I'm sorry,' he whispers. 'Please do not get upset.'

  'It's fine,' I answer.

  But it's not really, because I allowed that Blond bitch into my head. The doors opens and we step out back into the mass of the University crowd. Before we go our separate ways he pats my bum and whispers in my ear that he'll make it up to me.

  'Where the fuck have you been? Clair hisses. 'You need to be at the ceremony in fifteen.'

  'I'm sorry. There was something I needed to do,' I answer grabbing the camera bag.

  'Yeah and by the look on your face it doesn't take a genius what,' she snaps. 'Look Leigh, you've worked fucking hard to get this gig. Don't let him get in your way.'

  'I'm not,' I answer defensively. 'Now you coming with me or what?'

  Perched on a high platform I stand and take pictures of each graduate as they receive their awards from Harry. The ceremony is a long one. My back aches from standing so long and to make matters worse the dizzy spells have returned. I should have eaten, but then I was too busy running around after Harry. Then I see her. Johanne, waiting in line. I watch as she walks across to where Harry waits and my finger hovers over the shutter button.

  'Don't you dare!' Clair hisses at my side.

  'I'm a professional,' I hiss back.

  As Harry and Johanne turn my way he gives her award with one hand and shakes the other they both look uneasy with fake smiles. Smiling, I hold my hand up to indicate for them to wait. People are looking our way and coughing. Wondering what the hold-
up is.

  The smiles Harry and she are wearing are becoming strained the more I wait. Let's make her feel uncomfortable just for a moment longer and I keep it held just a little too long before I take the shot and give them a nod. Johanne glares up at me as she passes and Harry gives me a slight shake of his head in amusement. He knows I've just made point.

  'That was bitchy,' Clair mutters.

  'I have no idea what you mean. There was a camera glitch,' I smirk.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

  'What do you mean they're all gone?'

  Clair shrugs her shoulders at me.

  'Everyone has cancelled their appointments with you.'

  'You mean those that were recommended by Katherine?'

  'I mean everyone. But that's not the worst.'

  'What can be worse than losing my client base?' I dare ask.

  She turns the computer screen round to where my studios Facebook page is defaced with vile and abusive comments. The words slag, whore and worse cover my online wall as well as ones telling people to boycott my studio.

  'Why didn't you delete them?' I ask.

  She looks at me shamefaced.

  'I've not been keeping it up to date,' she admits.

  'Well do it now then,' I snap. 'In fact close the fucker down.'

  As she sits down I grab us both two coffees from the machine and place one in front of her.

  'I'm sorry,' I offer.

  She looks up. 'What for?'

  'For being a difficult bitch. I have no one to blame but myself. I should be grateful we got paid for the graduation.'

  Sighing, she gets up and puts an arm around me and the act causes tears to sting my eyes.

  'We've all been there, men have a lot to answer for,' she says. 'George and I are over.'

  'What happened?' I ask.

  'Sometimes a girl can never compete with the one who truly owns a mans heart.'

  'But he and I...'

  'I know, but it doesn't stop you being there. Yes, he says the right things and when he's inside you, he's happy to say he loves you, but once he's come then that's it. It's back to thinking about the one he really wants'

  'I don't know what to say?'

  Which is true. George has been on radio silence for near on a week and I'd just figured he and Clair were busy with each other. But know it's over makes me uneasy, because he would normally be sniffing round.

  'There's no need. I won't be second best for anyone. I just hope that Harry is true to you.'

  'There is no reason why he shouldn't be, because I am number one.' I say with fake confidence.

  'Look are you going to be okay for a while, there is something I need to do.'

  She gives me a nod and I grab my coat and leave her alone. This can't go on. I need to stand up for what I believe in and that woman is seriously pissing me off. I make my way towards Katherine's office and push past her secretary.

  'I'm sorry, Mrs Cobain,' she flusters.

  'It's alright, Connie. She won't be staying long.'

  The door closes and Katherine from her chair looks at me in amusement.

  'What can I do for you Miss Boorman?' she asks.

  'You know damn well. Fucking with me is one thing, but my business is another thing.'

  'I have no idea what you are talking about,' she smiles. 'I merely gave my opinion on the quality of your work when asked.'

  She nods to the corner of her office and I resist the urge to physically react. There in the corner are the canvas' that I did for her, slashed and destroyed. This woman is seriously unhinged.

  'What do you want from me?' I ask. 'You want me to say sorry. Ok, I'm sorry for falling for your husband.'

  'We are far off apologies here. You betrayed my trust, stole my husband and ruined my life. So I ask you what on earth did I ever do to you?'

  I am not sure can cope with such calmness coming from her. I'd be much more comfortable if she took a swing for me again.

  'This isn't about you,' I say.

  'What will it take for you to leave him alone?' she asks typing something into her laptop.

  'I don't want your money.'

  She scrutinizes me for a moment and I feel uneasy under her stare.

  'Sure you do. I will make the transfer now. I still have your details from our last transaction. Look at it this way, he's far too old for you and he may give you what you want now, but it won't be long before nothing works like it should,' she says. 'Get out now, while its fun and why not make some money from it.'

  I know what she's trying to do. She's been nasty and now she's going for the nice. The good ole god cop bad cop routine.

  'I've already said no,' I snap.

  'Why won't you leave him? You saw that girl. How pretty and easy to please she is. That's what you've got to compete with. That's the kind of girl that he really chases after.'

  'You sent her to me?' I ask in disbelief.

  'Look, I can give you enough to make sure you can start again. He's not worth losing everything over. Unless you've got some other hold over him?'

  'I told you. I love him.'

  'Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.'

  I bristle at her patronising attitude, but remain silent, because there is an element truth to what she's said. The offer is a tempting one. I could just leave this mess behind and start again. Move away. But then another idea hits me.

  'How much is on the table,' I ask.

  Katherine's smile broadens. 'If Harry comes back home to me tonight and you cease all contact then I will offer you £250,000.'

  'Make it £500,000 and I will make him leave tonight,' I say.

  'Done, as soon as I know you've held you part of the bargain I will put the money into your account.'

  I start to walk away and Katherine stops me.

  'I am trying to understand why he would leave me for the likes of you,' she answers. 'What makes you so special out of all the others?'

  'Maybe it's a blessing in disguise,' I offer. 'But then you've got to ask yourself why you stay with a man like him?'

  'It's because we are soul mates, Miss Boorman and nothing you do will ever change that fact. He will always come back to me. One way or another. I'm his true love.'

  'But not his first?' I snap back and Katherine's face freezes.

  I storm out of the office with a grin. One point to me I think. Making my way outside I grasp at the fresh air urgently. I just hope Harry understands why I've done what I have. This started off so innocently. A flirtation and sexual attraction. Now I feel like I am playing a very different game all together. One where I am not on an equal playing field. My competitors are all smarter, richer and better than me. Grabbing my phone I dial. I need to know whether I still have George on my side if I'm going to take on Katherine, but my heart starts to sink as I get his voice mail. I never ever get his voice mail. I try again and again, but still the same.

  Deciding that I have no option, I return to the studio where Clair waits.

  'I've closed the page down and I'm trying some damage control with some of our old clients,' she says.

  'You're a star. I've been trying to get hold of George, but he's not answering,' I say.

  'I'm not surprised,' she answers. 'He flew out with his dad for some family bonding time in Greece this morning.'

  'With his dad? Bonding time in Greece?'

  'Yeah I know, a bit of turn up, but after I told him about how you and Harry seem to be in it for the long haul he went strange. That's when we called it quits. Maybe he's decided to move on and grow up.'

  I know this isn't good. George just walking away from me like that without any sort of comeback isn't a good thing. Clair may have inadvertedly put a spanner in my attempt to play him, because if he knows that I'm not leaving Harry then there's nothing to play for and George is a sore loser.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

  It's late when I walk into the flat and I'm startled by the sight of Harry sitting in darkness. I didn't even see him come in and usually he waits for me
at the studio and when he didn't I assumed he was working late. Uneasiness fills me as I move further into the room. It feels almost hostile.

  'Why are you sitting in the dark?' I ask.

  'Where have you been?'

  The sudden role reversal stuns me and it takes a while for me to answer.

  'I went to see Katherine. She's pulled all my business contacts,' I answer.

  'And did you leave with everything you need?'

  I walk towards where he's sitting and that's when I see a large brown envelope on the counter in front of him.

  'I don't get you?'

  'Oh I think you do. How much is a man's heart worth nowadays?' he hisses.

  Of course she's contacted him. Told him that I took the money. She will have needed to make sure that I didn't fault on my end of the bargain.

  'I took her money, but all you have to do is go back to her tonight and then once I have it in my account, it's yours. I did it to try and get some of what is yours.'

  'So you made a deal with my wife for me?' he asks.

  'Yes.'

  His hand is tapping that damn envelope and it's making me nervous. He's really pissed at me and I am no wiser to what I've done.

  'Get changed,' he suddenly commands.

  'What?' I exclaim in surprise.

  'Get changed.'

  'I'm not really in the mood...'

  'When I ask you do something you damn well do it. Now get changed.'

  'Into what?' I ask.

  'Go into your room and take your pick.'

  His voice holds a chilly edge to it and without question I turn towards my bedroom door and open it. My breath catches as there on my bed is every outfit that I wore to seduce him. The red Grecian number, The Red Riding Hood costume, the punky school girl, the lace dress with matching hotpants and finally my dungaree dress. Even the underwear I wore and the shoes. He really must have paid attention when we were together.

  I want desperately for this to be just a game we are playing, but I know there is something darker going on. I look down at the outfits and realised the extent of my seduction. A whores wardrobe.

  'Don't make me wait Leigh-Anne,' Harry shouts.