by Elaine May
“Oh God.” He says on a whisper as he shuffles in his chair again and then tries to loosen his tie while keeping his hands from shaking. I release my finger with a louder pop this time and play with my hair for a moment before looking back at him again.
“Are you ok?” I ask, trying to fight the need to laugh as he adjusts himself and look as innocent as possible.
“You look a little… a little flustered.”
“Bitch.” He says with a small sneer, but I can see the small hint of laughter in his eyes too.
“I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” I question while playing with the ends of my hair, twisting the strands around my finger.
“You heard me.”
“Well I thought I heard you call me a bitch.” I shake my head a couple of times just for effect.
“But that can’t be when I’m practically giving you my grandfather’s business.”
“You’re not giving it to us sweetheart, we’re paying for it.”
“It’s not that much though, really. Even you said I should have a think before I sign on the dotted line”
“My father has offered you eleven point five million.”
“I know and I’m really grateful but we both know I’m being under sold. So think again before you call me a bitch because maybe, just maybe, I run to the newspapers and say how you and your father bullied me.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I can do whatever I want to do baby. Now pass me that contract so I can sign it already.”His eyes look to the sky as if God himself can help him, but no one can help him from me. With one long finger he pushes the contract before me. I read through, hearing Harry’s hard breathing as he tries to rearrange himself and get back to normal. I’m glad to see everything is the way I asked for it, I never doubted it would be. My grandfather may have lied about the Bryant’s in lots of ways but as soon as Joshua Bryant shook my hand I knew he was trustworthy.
“You’ve already signed it.” Even I can hear the surprise in my voice, I guess I just assumed they would wait for mine.
“Yes I have. All it needs know is your signature and we can set the wheels in motion.” I give him a small smile, not believing I’ve done it. I’ve really done it, well almost. I take a breath and then grab his pen and scribble my signature where it’s needed. A sense of pride washes through me and a weight of a thousand pounds is lifted from my chest.
I can breathe again.
I can try and find who Ayria Jonas really is.
Finally, I’m free.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
AYRIA
I spend the evening playing with my thumbs, hearing the constant ring of my cell but whenever I check I find it’s only Mark calling. He’s probably getting really pissed right about now, but if not tomorrow then the next day he’ll find out what I’ve done.
The whole world will and the next morning without fail my account will sing with an extra two mill.
All the charities I hold dear will get the money they need wired directly to their accounts and then they will be able to help so many.
The slimy little bastard Mark Grant will be sacked the moment the Bryant’s start their takeover and I can only wish that I’d be there to see his face when he finds out what I have done. That would be a sight and I just want to scream from the roof tops with all this happiness. Oh wow, I really do feel so happy I can’t help but do a little dance in my bedroom. I hop to my phone and put on some music and then I just let loose. Everything else ceases to exist as the music starts to travel through my limbs and they just do what they want.I hop and skip throughout my room and into my walk-in wardrobe, the lights shining down upon me and as I look in my mirror I don’t recognise the happy person in front of me. I feel the freedom it gives me as I move my arms and legs in time with the music. I’ve never felt so free in my life and I just feel happy.
Happy, I’m happy and it’s all gone to plan.
I did it. I sold the business and now I just have to be patient and wait for Harry Bryant to succumb to my charms. I have no doubt that he will, they always have in the past, some longer than others but it still happened. This time around I just have to be careful, I have to keep a foot distance between him whenever we’re together because if I don’t I could be doomed. A foot between us at all times will hopefully help to keep my head clearer because I will need a clear head going forward with my game and I still want to. There is no way I’m going to stop what I want just because of some silly emotions trying to get in the way.
HARRY
I crave more of her.
I want to see her again, even if it’s just for a moment, but I really need it.
I need to see her like I need my next breath and I don’t like it. I don’t like what she’s doing to me, but I want her nonetheless.
I know she felt it too, while we talked business in my office. There was a buzz of electricity any time I touched her or we were just too close to one another, every time I dared to look up into her eyes or stared at those lips of hers. She felt it and I know she wants me too, I could tell, that’s what I’m good at, reading the opposite sex. The teasing, moving those long fingers of hers down the valley between those beautiful breasts. Egging me on, wanting me just as much as I want her. But nothing has happened since she left my office, much to my own disgust, she’s on radio silence and it pisses me off. No one does that to me but as much as I don’t like it she has done it anyway.Her silence taunts me and I do what I’ve never done before. I phone and I phone but she doesn’t answerand every time I go to voicemail.
Fucking voicemail, me.
Harry Bryant.
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I’m not embarrassed to say that my calls become relentless.
I want to see her again, I really want to see her again.
I have to see her again because at the moment I’m a druggie needing his next fix and she’s the drug I want, I need. I go out with some of my friends to one of our favourite clubs in the hope I can think of anyone but her, but I can’t enjoy it, can’t even enjoy the girls who prance around almost naked.
There’s only one that I want and she’s not going anywhere until I get her.
I phone her like a love sick puppy, night and day just asking for her to see me again, dropping a trail of crumbs in the hope that she will follow and come straight to me.Again and again I phone, I fear that it’s all in vain and then she answers. She actually answers and as soon as her voice comes through the line my heart skips a fucking beat.
“I want to see you again. As a date.” I tell her before she can even say anymore than hello and I hear her laughter come through the line but what I really want is her in my bed shouting my name. I know she wants it too but she’s keeping me dangling on the end of her rope and each day that rope gets shorter and shorter and then at some point there will be no rope left and I’ll just be left.
“You want to take me on a date Harry Bryant?” Her voice has a tone of humour to it, the little minx knows what she’s doing.
“Yes I do.” My dick comes to life just hearing the way she says my name, the way she’s keeping me hanging on like a worm on a hook. I can just imaginethe way those lips of hers move around the words and then all I can picture is how those same lips would look stretched around my cock. Oh God, that would be a sight and I can feel my cock pulsate with need. Hopefully my body will go back to normal once I’ve got my way because I couldn’t carry on like this for too much longer. It’s not good for my sanity, I can feel the madness grow already.
“Where would we go?” She asks me. Humour being replaced by interest, she wants to know where I’m going with this.
“I know of a great restaurant; the food is five stars.” I know I sound hopeful, but I can’t help it, I just want this to happen and then maybe I can live again without her memory looming over me.
After five more minutes of conversation she finally agrees and I tell her where to meet me. How silly of me to think that I could pick her up, she laughed at me and told
me she’d prefer to make her own way. Whatever makes the lady happy I guess.
CHAPTER TWELVE
HARRY
Later on that night as we take our seats in the five star hotel restaurant that I have my own table at, I do own the hotel after all, or my family does at least. Ayria wears a dark blue dress that seems to hug her in all the right places. It’s off the shoulder and I can see how delicate she is as her breathing showcases her collarbone and I wonder what it would be like to run my tongue across it, slowly being able to take in her taste. My cock starts to wake up at just the thought and I can’t deny that she would taste like the sweetest honey. Her hair is up in a twist with a few curly strands framing her heart-shaped face, her blue eyes are framed with thick long lashes that I can see she flutters as she looks up at me and of course she has her red lipstick on her lips. How sinful would she look with it smeared across a cheek after I’ve kissed her? She looks amazing and I know together we must make a beautiful couple. It’s a shame the press can’t get in here, they could sell loads with this story alone. She starts to sit and as she does I can see the dress start to ride up her thighs, showing off the fact that she has stockings on and no doubt a garter belt if the little strap she makes sure I can see is anything to go by. Oh yeah, she likes me, how could I even have doubted myselfwhen she kept letting me ring her with no answer. Her whole technique has seduction written all over it. She’s game. I have to hide my laugh, of course she does, I’m rich and fucking hot. How could I have doubted my own power? I’m me, Harry Bryant, and no woman I have met so far can say no, so how could I ever think she would be any different?
“Go out with me?”I say, trying not to sound pussy-whipped because seeing her like this I know I’m going to want more. One taste won’t be enough.
“I am already out with you, Harry, and this will be the last time, I can assure you.”
“You know you want more than one date with me. Everyone does.”I remind her.
“And what if I don’t want to go out with you? What if you’re not as good at all this as you think you are?” She questions me and I can feel the pinch in my gut at her words. I spear her with an annoyed look, how dare she even think that about me? Does she know who she’s dealing with?
“Oh, darling, everyone wants me and so will you.”
“You want to play with me, little boy?” Her eyebrows rise in question and then she takes hold of my crotch with one hand, looking at me with hunger, lust. Thankfully our table is inthe far corner of the restaurant and I know that no one has a chance of seeing what she’s doing to me. It’s normally the other way round, hence my table being where it is, but for tonight I’m willing to let her take control.
“Nothing little here, baby.”
“I could be your worst nightmare.” She whispers in my ear and as she leans in close I can feel the pressure of her boobs against my arm. With just one movement I could touch them, have her begging for more, but I manage to control myself for now and then she moves away and I miss the closeness.
“Br..bring. It. On.” I say, leaning closer to her, needing that closeness again and I can smell the sweet scent of her neck, my nose leaves little goose bumps as it travels down her neck to be replaced by my tongue licking back up to her ear and biting her lobe. Oh yeah, she likes the feel of that if her little moan is anything to go by. She tries to hide it, but I can hear it, I can see her nipples start to peak to attention.
“Are you not wearing a bra?” The question just falls from my lips but I’m dying to know the truth, from the look of those nipples begging for my attention I doubt she is. I go to move my hand to the inside of her thigh, moving my fingers upwards until she clamps her thighs together, trapping me in just the perfect place. She looks at me and she looks angry, but I can see the fire trying to hide behind the depths of a beautiful summer-blue sky before she turns away again.
“What else aren’t you wearing?” She turns to look at me, the same anger still brewing in those lovely blue eyes of hers. Her two front teeth bite down on that painted red lip that I want around my cock so much and he continues to stir within my black trousers.
“That’s none of your business.”She sounds pissed off now.
“That’s not a no though, is it?” She’s pushing her chair back as if she’s about to go but I quickly snag her wrist, pulling her closer to the table and to me where she belongs. I slowly lick up her neck, she tastes just like I imagined, sweet as honey and I just want more. Just another lick. Instead, my fingers grab firm hold of her left breast, loving the weight and the softness in my grasp. She’s just perfect.
“I want you. Let me have you.”I slowly lick up her neck once again, my fingers grabbing firm hold of both her breasts. I don’t want to let them go, they feel too nice and I can only imagine how good they would feel bare and on show to me.
“I want you. Let me have you.” I try again and then I’m taking hold of her face and I smother her lips with my own, taking what I want from her. She’s panting as I pull away from her, pulling my hands away from her face.
“Come to bed with me.” I ask again.
“Just imagine how much fun we could have.” I wink at the word fun and she’s just looking at me. I don’t know how to read her, she’s giving nothing away. I know by now I must look so cocky, but I know my own magic, I know at some point she’s just going to melt and fall for my charms, my demands. I look at her, knowing the effect I must be having on her, but at the moment, she’s too scared and that’s ok, I can work with that. She looks pissed though. She looks really pissed and like lightning I see her hand move and she strikes me, attacking me right across my face. The whole side of my face stings like a mother fucker, her face is as shocked as I am. I’m pissed, angry, but I have never felt so turned on in my life. She’s just sealed her own fate, I want her even more now.
“You don’t get me, baby, until I tell you, you can.” With that she stands upand clears her throat, her long fingers straightening the fabric that clings to every curve of her beautiful body. Wow, this woman really is just stunning. My eyes find themselves on her again as she just tries mock innocence.
“I’m going now and I don’t want you to call me again.”
AYRIA
I storm away from his table and away from the hotel, my fast breathing trying to take in as much fresh air as I can the moment I step through the front doors. Clive is there to greet me and he gives me a knowing smile as he opens the back door for me. As the door closes I take a moment to think, the first stage is complete.
I let him take me out and now he will want more.
I let him get his own way and I got under his feet at the same time.
It was all perfect. I make eye contact with Clive as he looks in the rear view mirror.
“How did it go?” He asks me, concentrating on the traffic ahead of us.
“Perfect.”
“I don’t know whether I should feel sorry for the guy or not.” He says through a laugh and I laugh along with him. I can’t help it when I just picture Harry’s face as I slapped him one.
“I wouldn’t, he’s just the same as all the others.” And just like that the car goes silent at my words because Clive knows just as much as I how they all are.
Clive gets me home and as soon as my front door closes I don’t call him, instead I leave it a couple of days and I’m surprised by how hard I find it.
I find it really hard, in fact, and that’s so unlike me. Usually the only thing I would be thinking about would be what I was going to do next to the poor bastard. I’d wonder how many times he’d be thinking about me and whether to phone me or not but it’s not like that this time. I’m just left thinking about how he looked at dinner, how I liked playing with him and how I liked the way he played back. I’m begging to start the ball rolling into the next court just so I can see him again, I don’t want to wait for my rules to dictate a time frame. I hate to say it but the next morning, while I’m still in my pyjamas, when it’s still too early, I text him. I t
ext him and tell him where to meet me and at what time. I’m sure he’s wondering what my game is, but he’ll find out. Just before it’s too late.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AYRIA
I find that for the rest of the day I can’t stop thinking of him. I try to distract myself, but he’s nestled himself inside my head and isn’t ready to go anywhere yet, even if my cell won’t stop alerting me with voice mails and messages from Mark. I hope the bastard is sweating his future out but then I go back to Harry and all the fun I can have with him.
I wonder how he is dressing?
Will he have a suit on?
Will he just go for smart and casual? A part of me is hoping for the latter, this will go much better if he is, but the wicked part of me is dying to see him in one of those suits of his. He will look and feel so stupid when we get to where we are going and I can’t wait to see his face.
He’ll be out of his comfort zone, it should be interesting.
Later on in the afternoon I get myself sorted for my next meeting with Harry Bryant and I can’t help but feel excited. Once I’m all dressed I make sure my wig is in place and go meet my driver. As with every time he meets me on a Tuesday evening he has brought round my ‘normal girl’ car. I bought her for just this occasion when I first got my heritance from my parents, just like with my apartment. The car is perfect for when I want to go out and not be hunted, go out and just be me without the constant camera flashes reporting my every move. He parks the car and as always waits for me to get in the front. To onlookers I will look like every other girl being dropped off by her father.
