The Deal

by Sarah J. Brooks

  There was a door off to the side of the refrigerator, as Liz opened it she found what could only be described as a child’s paradise. The pantry was full of almost every kind of junk food available. Chips, crackers, cookies, and candy were on almost every shelf. Harrison certainly liked his sweets!

  Liz finished her beer as she peeked in every cabinet throughout the large kitchen. She then grabbed another one as she started to explore the living room. Pictures of Harrison and Bella were everywhere. The two of them in Paris, Berlin, and even the Great Wall of China. Liz might be older than Bella, but she certainly wasn’t as well traveled.

  Liz threw her second beer into the trash and grabbed a third. At this point in her night, getting drunk seemed like a good idea.

  Soon Liz found herself pillaging through Harrison’s bedroom. First his closet and the impeccably well-tailored suits he had color coordinated. Then she started opening drawers. Sock drawers, t-shirt drawers, and finally the nightstand drawer.

  The nightstand was where Liz stopped.

  Inside was a large variety of condoms, every style and flavor you could imagine. He also had toys in there. Harrison had a blindfold, feathers, handcuffs and some lube.

  Liz quickly closed the drawer. Her face flushed with embarrassment. Or possibly it was flush from the three beers she had just finished.

  Liz had not drunk more than one drink in a long time. She was always too focused on being responsible. It was time to go take a shower, soon Liz knew she would be tired and fall asleep. But she had to get this dried blood off of herself and clean out the cuts from the picture breaking.

  The bathroom near Bella’s room was designed for her. It was filled with flowers and pink accessories. Normally Liz would have thought about some funny remark in regards to the amount of pink she was surrounded by, but she was just too tired.

  As she slipped out of her clothes, she noticed they were covered in much more blood than she had originally realized. Liz laid them by the door and turned the shower on as hot as it would go.

  The warm water felt amazing on her back, and Liz stood there for a good five minutes just letting the warmth sooth her aching muscles.

  How did she end up at this point in her life Liz thought? She was homeless. It had finally happened. No one except a few friends that cared about her. No, boyfriend. No, family. Even her friends might just feel bad for her, and Liz wasn’t sure if they cared at all. Soon the tears were flowing.

  Liz couldn’t bear to stand even. Her body was exhausted. Emotionally she was a mess. The alcohol wasn’t helping. The warm shower was making her so tired. Liz thought about just turning the water off and going to sleep right there. It seemed like too much effort to stand back up though.

  Emotions overwhelmed her as Liz sat there on the shower floor. The tears just wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t like here. She never got emotional. But tonight, it was different. She just couldn’t take her life for another moment. All she wanted to do was have this life that Bella had.

  Liz wanted to have a nice apartment where she could visit her family. A Mom who was still alive or a Dad, who cared about her. Liz did not want her life anymore.

  “Hello?” A man’s voice bellowed from outside the bathroom door and down the hallway.

  Who could it be? Maybe it was the doorman from downstairs. Perhaps Liz had dropped something out of her bags when she was coming up in the elevator.

  “Um, Hello,” Liz said tentatively.

  “Isabella?”

  “No.” Oh no. Oh God. Oh shit. It was Harrison!

  “Elizabeth? Is that you?” Harrison said, now standing right outside the bathroom door.

  Liz tried to clear her voice and cover up the crying she had been doing. But her efforts didn’t work.

  “Yes. Bella gave me the key. I needed a place to stay.” Liz said.

  “Are you alright?” Harrison offered kindly.

  Liz was about to say yes, but as she stood up she lost her footing in the shower and slipped back to the ground. The combination of alcohol, emotions and the wet floor sent her tumbling to the ground roughly. She let out a loud cry as her head it the wall.

  “Shit, are you ok?” Harrison said as he cracked the door. “What the hell happened!” He was now standing in the doorway looking at the pile of bloody clothes on the floor.

  “I’m ok.” I just slipped trying to stand up.

  “No, what the fuck happened to your clothes. Why are they covered in blood?” Harrison was angry. Not that Liz was in the condo or even because she was in the bathroom. He was angry that something so horrible would happen to Liz and worried at why she had fallen in the shower.

  Harrison could still see Liz’s silhouette though. Instantly his body fought between his worry over the bloody clothes and the amazingly sexy silhouette he was looking at through the shower door.

  Gathering up her strength Liz stood and peeked out of the shower door. It was a solid glass door but had a deep coating to prevent people from seeing inside, only she didn’t realize that Harrison could see her silhouette.

  For the first time, in a very long time, Liz looked Harrison right in the eyes.

  “I’m fine. Let me get dressed, and I’ll tell you what happened.” She said with the best fake smile she could muster.

  Harrison just stood still. Liz had been crying, he could tell. She had blood all over her clothes, and her face looked like she had been beaten. His mind reeled with the possibilities.

  “Ok.” He finally muttered as he backed out of the bathroom.

  Chapter 7

  Liz could feel the effects of the alcohol taking a hold of her now. She wrapped herself in a towel and put her hair in another one. In her haste to explore the condo and get in the shower, Liz had forgotten to grab some clean clothes out of her bag. The thought of putting her bloody clothes back on was not appealing, so she decided to go grab her clean ones.

  She peeked out of the door and looked into the living room. Not seeing Harrison anywhere, Liz darted to the front door to grab some of her clothes.

  “So are you alright?” Harrison said from the chair in the corner of the room.

  “Yes. It looks worse than it is.”

  “I doubt it.” Harrison moved from his chair and closer to Liz. He began examining her face. Then pulled her arm up and looked at the cuts on it.

  “Really. I’m fine.” Liz offered. Suddenly realizing she is standing there wrapped in a towel with Harrison touching her.

  “Liz. You don’t look fine. In fact, you look like you should go to a hospital.” Harrison says with such a sense of finality; Liz actually thought he was going to force her into his car and take her to a hospital himself.

  “Let me grab some clean clothes. I’ll tell you what happened. No hospital needed.”

  Harrison gently placed his hand on her cheek. His touch, combined with the look on his face, sent electricity throughout Liz’s body. He looked so worried. He looked genuinely perplexed to be looking at such an injury on her face.

  “Do you have clothes? Bella has some here.”

  “Yes, I have some” Liz reached down to her bag and began to pillage through her roughly packed belongings.

  Harrison took in a deep breath. Liz had her ass only inches away from him. He took another step back so he could fully enjoy the view. Amazed that he had never really noticed what a knock out Liz was before. Oh, he noticed that she was smart and sensible, but man oh man he hadn’t noticed this figure she had.

  His cock began to rise to attention as he imagined sliding inside that ass of hers. Oh, it had been such a long time since he had been with a woman. Instantly, he moved farther back away from her and back to his chair. Harrison didn’t want Liz to see how excited he was just by watching her bend over.

  “Be right back?” Liz said as she grabbed her clothes and headed back into the bathroom.

  When she returns, it is apparent she, in fact, is alright. Her face is full of smiles, and she is eager to
clear up what she is sure Harrison thinks was some horrible attack on her.

  “So are you ready to tell me what happened?” he asked.

  Liz went into the whole story about Matt and the club. She told Harrison about the girl in her apartment and the makeup being thrown all over the floor. Finally, she explained how the picture fell and cut her face and arm. Throughout the story, Liz was somehow able to look at Harrison and talk like they were old friends.

  The normal rush of red had not filled her cheeks again.

  Liz was seated on the couch and wearing some old shorts and a white t-shirt. Her wet hair dripped gingerly onto the shirt since she did not take the time to dry it.

  Throughout Liz’s story, Harrison could not take his eyes off of her. She was stunning. Even sitting there with bruises and bloodshot eyes, he was enthralled with her. How she told the story of this horrible boyfriend. How she was not histrionic about everything, he did. Liz was matter a fact about the whole situation.

  Harrison could not help but watch her hair drip onto the white t-shirt she was wearing. The wet area of the shirt spreading down from her shoulders, and he was sure if she kept talking soon that entire shirt would be see thru soon.

  “Wait. So why didn’t you leave this guy before this?” Harrison pulled himself out of his t-shirt daze and blurted out his question. Honestly unable to figure out why a girl like Liz was even with such a loser.

  “Sometimes you just don’t have a choice,” Liz said, in a matter of fact voice.

  “You always have a choice.” Harrison offered.

  “Well someone like Bella, she has choices. I don’t have choices.” Liz could feel Harrison’s gaze honing in on her eyes, and she felt compelled to look away.

  “Why? Why don’t you have a choice?” He was baffled by this statement. Everyone has a choice.

  “I don’t have a family. I pay my tuition with my two jobs. I needed a place to stay. Matt was that place.”

  “So you have no one that cares about you?” Harrison looked baffled.

  “Yep. Just me, myself and I.” At this Liz stood up. “You don’t have to worry though. I can find another place to stay now that you are home.”

  Liz started to walk away, but Harrison grabbed her arm.

  “No.,” he said as he stood from his chair. Now standing face to face with Liz. “You will stay here.”

  “It’s ok Mr. Wellington. I was just going to stay because you were gone. I can go.” Liz was looking at the ground again. It was hard to keep looking into his blue eyes and not turn into a total puddle of sexual emotions.

  “It’s Harrison, call me Harrison; and No. You are staying. It’s the middle of the night.”

  Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was the way he kept holding onto her hand after he stood up. But something about that moment sent tears welling up into Liz’s eyes again. Her tough exterior crumbled and her knees gave way as the emotion of the night hit her again.

  Harrison quickly wrapped one of his arms around her waist and steadied her.

  “It’s ok.” He said as Liz wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

  It had been years since she had truly felt safe with someone. Here Harrison was, strong, sexy, caring. He was worried about her and cared about her wellbeing. After the night, she had just had all she could do was hug him.

  Chapter 8

  The wet t-shirt against his skin was too much for Harrison to take. Her body pressed up against his. Her arms wrapped around him. Harrison felt an urge of desire shoot through his body. He reached down to Liz and gently lifted her chin.

  Without a thought in his head, Harrison kissed Liz.

  His lips against hers were soft and yet firm. He slowly parted her lips with his and let his tongue slide into her. The thought that this was Harrison Wellington, only lasted a moment before Passion consumed Liz.

  A man has never kissed her like this. A strong, amazingly handsome, real man.

  Liz let her hands explore the muscles of his back. Soon allowing them to slide under his shirt and glide up and down his ruggedly defined back. This was happening. This was real. Liz couldn’t believe what was going on. But she certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

  “I’m sorry,” Harrison said as he pulled away from Liz.

  Liz didn’t move. She just looked at him with passion. She wasn’t sorry. Liz was in a daze. Partly believing that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming all of this, and partly thinking she didn’t want to ever wake up if she was dreaming.

  “I’m not,” Liz said as she slowly licked her lips.

  Harrison looked down and noticed Liz had perfectly round, hard nipples that were now pressed up against her soaking wet t-shirt.

  All control was gone now. Every last bit of reasoning had disappeared.

  He reached down and grabbed Liz by the hips and pulled her close to him. Letting his lips meet hers again, but only briefly. Soon he was exploring her neck.

  Liz couldn’t help but let out a loud sigh of ecstasy. His hands on her body felt so strong. They were commanding her to be there with him. His lips on her neck were electrifying every last sexual nerve in her body.

  Harrison reached for her wet t-shirt and pealed it off. Throwing it forcefully toward the front door. This was a man. He wasn’t some boy with ego issues. Harrison was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted Liz.

  He started unbuttoning his own shirt while he looked at Liz. She quickly looked down at the ground.

  “Why do you do that?” Harrison said when he noticed she looked away from him.

  “I don’t know,” Liz said, still looking at the ground.

  “I like it when you look at me.” He said this and Liz slowly looked up to him.

  Her eyes held a sense of sadness but also of sweetness. She was innocent, yet hard as nails. It wasn’t something Harrison was to comfortable seeing in a woman.

  As he finished unbuttoning his shirt, Harrison again reached for Liz and grabbed her by the hips. This time lifting her off the ground and wrapping his arms around her.

  Instinctively Liz wrapped her legs around his waist. She looked him in the eyes as he walked the two of them down the hall and to his bedroom. The passion he had towards her was something Liz had never known before. He looked like a man who was hungry for her. Hungry like someone who had not eaten for weeks.

  As he placed her on his bed, Harrison slowly slid her shorts off. Letting his lips make a trail of kisses down her inner thigh. Then moving them back up again once her shorts and panties were off.

  Liz inhaled a deep breath as his lips made it all the way up her legs. He was slowly moving his tongue around her. Gently exploring every inch to see where the perfect spot was to set her on fire.

  His slow movements began to quicken when he felt Liz tighten her thigh muscles. There, he had found the perfect spot.

  Gently Harrison let his hands hold onto her thighs as his tongue continued to work on making her breath quicken even more. Liz grabbed onto his wavy hair and let out another deep breath. But this time it was followed by a moan. Then another moan.

  Soon he was deliberately trying to get her moans to come fast. First with only his tongue, then sliding his middle finger inside of her.

  “Oh God.” Liz let out as he began moving his finger in perfect harmony with the circular motion of his tongue.

  Harrison couldn’t help himself. Watching her body tighten up. Hearing her moans. He hadn’t heard that in a very long time. Yes. He wanted to hear more. He wanted to see her body tighten with delight as he brought her to orgasm.

  Liz could feel her body building up the excitement. Her hips were moving against his tongue. She wanted to feel the explosion. Liz grabbed his hair and pushed on his head, holding him exactly where she wanted him.

  Harrison loved this.

  He worked harder, faster, firmer to build her energy as high as it could go. Then he felt it. Liz stopped moving so much; she tightened her grip on his hair. Her h
ips thrust hard up into the air.

  “Oh god! Oh god.” She let out as the rumbles of orgasms started rolling through her body.

  Just as this was happening, Harrison decided to thrust a second finger into Liz. Her whole body let go. Her muscles tightened around him. Her hips thrust hard against him. But Harrison wasn’t about to let go. He pulled her clit into his mouth and held onto it tight, letting the orgasm shoot through her body again.

  This was what Harrison had missed. The passion. The willingness to let go.

  Chapter 9

  They had both been so exhausted. The sleep that came was necessary for them both. Harrison had flown all the way to Boston and back without getting any of his work done because he had left some important papers at his house. Liz had experienced one of the longest days of her life.

  As the sun started to rise, Liz rolled over and placed her head on Harrison’s chest. She was still asleep, but Harrison had woken up already. Getting four hours of sleep was plenty for him. He just didn’t need more than that.

  Watching Liz sleep Harrison thought about waking her, but he just couldn’t do it. She looked so broken. So tired. She looked like she could sleep for the entire day and still wake up tire.

  Her porcelain skin was bruised with dark purple all along her face. Her cut was starting to heal but was crusted over with dried blood. He decided just to lay there with her for awhile longer and ended up drifting back to sleep for a little bit.

  When Liz awoke, she looked down to see her head was on Harrison’s chest. Oh yes, she thought to herself. That did happen.

  She let her hand start exploring under the sheet. Slowly moving down to feel his cock. Oh god yes! Liz couldn’t help but lift the sheet up a little and take a peak.

  With that quick peak, she was suddenly awake. Every ache and pain in her body starting to disappear. She wanted to feel his hard cock inside of her. After what he could do with his tongue last night, she knew this would be even better.