Cutter: Contemporary Romance Novel

by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

  The day was humid, and according to the reports on the radio that morning, the temperatures were supposed to shoot higher later on in the day. Sophia cupped her hand around her eyes to shield her vision from the glaring sun, and then she recognised Harry straight away; he was walking towards her. She couldn’t believe in her own luck. She wasn’t expecting to catch up with him so easily. He noticed her from the distance. She couldn’t read anything from his expression when she approached him.

  “I don’t believe in that kind of coincidence,” he said in his usual husky voice.

  Sophia knew that he had been working; he was lightly flushed and his skin looked burnt where he’d caught the sun. He had on a sleeveless T-shirt that was showing off his large eagle tattoo. Sophia tried to not look at it, but she found it difficult to draw her eyes away. The tattoo was incredible, hiding part of the wing underneath his T-shirt. It was graceful and strong, reminding her of him. She drew her eyes to his broad muscles that were shining with sweat. A tiny jolt of electricity shot through her belly and down in between her legs. Her heart started pounding fiercely. The moment he stood in front of her, she forgot what she was going to say. She wanted to run her hand over his impressive tattoo. The noise of a truck that drove through brought her back to reality.

  “Susan sent me here. You missed your appointment today,” she said, her voice high and apprehensive.

  He folded his arms together, smiling. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, trying to pull herself together and build a distance between them, but every nerve in her body reacted while he was standing so close. She was fighting those unfamiliar feelings, telling herself that she was his probation officer and it was inappropriate to even think about him this way.

  Chapter Eight

  “Do you want to talk to me here or shall we go somewhere else?” he asked, scanning her face. He sounded amused.

  She glanced around, unsure why she was so nervous. She was in charge here and he just had to follow her rules.

  “Are you done now with your community service?”

  “Yeah, I was heading home,” he said, looking at her lips. Sophia wondered why he was always focused on her mouth.

  “I’m not familiar with this area. Are there any coffee shops that we can go to?” she asked as a few men passed them, glancing at her with interest.

  “Susan shouldn’t have sent you here. This area, it’s dangerous. I’ve got an idea where we could talk. Come on,” he said and took her hand.

  Sophia wanted to protest but his touch sent a warm tingle down her thighs. The sudden wave of uneasiness was gone as she was walking with him, but he pulled his hand away quickly enough. She made a mental note in her mind that she had to avoid touching him in the future.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, rushing after him.

  “To my car. I need to get you away from here before someone mugs you,” he hissed, looking annoyed.

  Sophia glanced around with panic, thinking that this time Harry might have been right. They walked for about five minutes until they reached a small alley. Harry stopped in front of an old, dark blue Golf.

  “You want me to get in your car?” she asked in disbelief, staring at him like he just told her a really bad joke.

  He smiled. “Don’t worry, Sophia, I’m not going to kidnap you. I’m a good guy.”

  Harry got into the car. Sophia stood there for a moment. She had to speak to him and fill this stupid report out, but getting into his car wasn’t a good idea at all.

  “Are you getting in or not?”

  She slowly got in, knotting her hands together in anticipation. The car wasn’t a mess as she expected, but was warm inside and tidy, and she was sitting next to him, way too close. Smiling, he looked at her.

  “I’m sorry if you have been used to a more comfortable model, but you know that I haven’t got a job,” he smirked and started the car.

  “Where are we going?” she asked, aware that her heart was beating much faster than it should. Did he always have this kind of effect on her or was it just today?

  “You said you wanted to talk in a coffee shop, so I’m taking you to one,” he replied.

  Sophia decided not to ask him any more questions; it was safer that way. Besides, she had to forget about his incredible tattoo and his bare skin that was only inches away. She was concentrating on her breathing. After a long and awkward moment of silence, Harry parked the car in a busy street. The neighbourhood looked decent and the street wasn’t as busy.

  “Here we are. Now let’s talk,” he said and flashed her one of his best smiles. They entered the small coffee shop. “What would you like to drink?”

  “I’ll get it,” she said quickly.

  “Sophia, just choose the table and I’ll get our drinks,” he said firmly. “What would you like to drink?”

  “A latte,” she replied and went back to the table, tensing her jaw. She didn’t like that he was ordering her around. She sat down and started taking all of her forms out of her bag. She needed a shower. It had been a long day, and now she was going to sit here with the guy that was intimidating her. After a long moment Harry returned and sat in front of Sophia, placing a large latte in front of her.

  “Thank you. How much do I owe you?” she asked him.

  “This is on me, so let’s just crack on,” he replied abruptly, watching her carefully. He bought a soft drink for himself. “I can’t believe that you are drinking coffee when it is like twenty-five degrees outside.”

  “I like my coffee,” she replied. She wanted to argue about the money, but she decided that there was no point. He was obviously happy to pay for her drink. “So, tell me why you missed your appointment with me?”

  He ran his thumb over his lips, leaning towards her. She wasn’t sure why he always had to look at her so intensely; it was like he was trying to read her mind, wanting to know what she was thinking.

  “I had to take my mother to the hospital and I didn’t have a chance to call,” he replied.

  Sophia had to agree with Harry that it was too hot to drink coffee or maybe he had that kind of effect on her. She felt the stream of sweat that was running down her back. She tried to concentrate on the conversation.

  “I tried to call you, but your phone doesn’t seem to be working,” she said, biting her lips.

  Harry’s gaze widened as his eyes traced that movement. She made another mental note that she would have to stop doing that in front of him.

  “I changed my number. I’ve got all the evidence, which I can provide, so I don’t think it’s such a big deal, Sophia,” he said, leaning closer towards her.

  She wanted to lean back, but somehow she was unable to move, staring captivated into his eyes. She could see her own reflection in his gaze, making her want to seal her lips on top of his.

  “It is a big deal,” she whispered, her voice uneven.

  Finally, he sat back and drew in a long breath.

  “You were missing me, right? That’s why you came all the way here. Susan didn’t ask you to be here,” he chuckled, taking a generous sip of his Coke.

  Sophia could have sworn that her heart stopped beating.

  “I’m here because of work, so skip your macho talk and let’s get down to business,” she added firmly.

  “Sophia, you look so cute when you are nervous. Maybe you should consider changing your career prospect.”

  “You don’t know anything about me. Plus, I have been working my arse off to get here and no one, not even some guy with an over exaggerated ego, is going to ruin this for me,” she hissed, breathing heavily. She lost her temper with him. How dare he tell her what she should or shouldn’t do?

  “All right, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just surprised that you want to work around scum. You are obviously intelligent,” he said quickly.

  “So first you insult me, and now you are praising me. What is wrong with you?”

  “You tell me; you are supposed to evaluate me,” he said, stretching his arms. H
e had amazing abs and Sophia wondered if he worked out a lot.

  “What was wrong with your mum?”

  “She couldn’t breathe, and I had to stay with her all night.”

  “Is she all right now?” she asked.

  His expression shifted, bringing sadness into his eyes.

  “She should be fine. I thought you were going to ask about my drug problem or community service. I really don’t want to talk about my mother.”

  Sophia wrote a few notes and moved to her questions. She couldn’t figure out why he was so touchy about his mother. She went through all the standard questions, and showed him a few vacancies that he needed to apply for. Ten minutes later, he was relaxed again while Sophia was writing her notes.

  “Right, that should be it then,” she finally said, lifting her head.

  “I’ve got to tell you, Sophia, I want to show you the real Belfast,” he said, moving dangerously closer to her.

  She smelled the scent of his cologne; it slowly soaked all her senses. She was doing so well up to this point. She wasn’t able to move again. Those chocolate eyes were so hypnotic. He was staring at her lips, and slowly lifted his hand, brushing his thumb across them. She shivered, unable to react, but her subconscious screamed, telling him to do it again.

  “Did I tell you that you have beautiful lips?”

  “Harry. I can’t do this, I might lose my job,” she replied, her voice trembling. She couldn’t possibly let him charm her. She couldn’t say anymore. She had to leave otherwise she would regret this for the rest of her life.

  “I know, Sophia, I’m only joking. Come on, I’ll give you a lift,” he said, shifting his seductive voice away. She was angry with herself that she’d allowed him to play with her like that. She should be the one telling him what to do.

  “Seriously, you don’t have to give me a lift. I’m going to take a bus. It’s inappropriate enough that I was in your car,” she firmly said once they were outside the coffee shop.

  His touch sent her to another planet, but she couldn’t do this to herself.

  He is bad for you, she thought.

  “I’m really not going to –”

  “Sophia!” someone shouted.

  She turned around and saw Mason rushing towards her. Surprised, she parted her lips. She wasn’t expecting to see him again, especially now. She glanced back at Harry, who was eyeing Mason suspiciously.

  “Mason! Oh my God, what are you doing here?” she asked, thinking the moment was awkward enough.

  “It must be fate. Now you don’t have a choice but to give me your number,” he chuckled.

  Suddenly, Sophia blushed, realising that Harry was still standing behind her. She wanted to talk to him, but she wasn’t going to leave Mason hanging.

  “Just give me a sec, will you,” she muttered.

  Harry was staring at Mason with a severe expression, and twisting his mouth with anger.

  “Harry, I really don’t need a lift. I’ll see you next week, and please try not to miss any other appointments. I hope everything will be all right with your mum.”

  “Who is that?” he asked, not moving.

  “We met once in the bar, but I don’t think this is any of your –”

  “Oh, come on! You met him once and you are going to bail on me for him?” he asked, tensing his jaw.

  “Please don’t make a scene. I’m really not supposed to be seen with you, it’s just not right. I’ll see you in the office next week.”

  “Just be careful,” he muttered and started walking away.

  Sophia watched after him, feeling as though she did the right thing by telling him to leave. This had definitely gone way too far. When she made sure that Harry was a distance away, she turned around to face Mason.

  “Sorry about that. Yes, I think I owe it to you,” she said, smiling. “Do you work in the area?”

  “Yes, not far from here. I was just going to get some snacks. I hardly had time for lunch,” he explained. “So who was that? He didn’t look very happy that he had to leave.”

  Sophia flexed her fingers nervously. It was bad enough that Mason had seen her in this situation.

  “Oh, don’t worry about him. So we meet again?”

  Chapter Nine

  Harry was fuming. When he got to the car he punched the wall, bruising his fists. He didn’t like the way that guy was staring at Sophia. He didn’t know what brought so much anger to him; he normally controlled his temper. Yes, Sophia was attractive and sweet, but she wasn’t going to fall for him. Besides, he didn’t even know if she was single. When he saw her walking towards him after he was done with his community service, he couldn’t believe his own luck. There was something about her that was pulling him to her. They had that connection, and he was certain that she felt it too.

  He was driving home way too fast, but he didn’t care; he was sexually frustrated and angry. He had to go home quickly. His mother was still stuck in her bed, so he couldn’t leave her for too long. She hadn’t been well for the past week and he was worried that soon it would be too late for her operation. He needed to raise the money fast. He still had a lot of goods in his mate’s house and he had to move quickly. If he got caught, then he was going back to prison – this time probably for more than two years.

  Sophia was still on his mind when he walked through the door. He couldn’t help himself; he had to touch her lips in the coffee shop, they were so beautiful and soft. He wanted to kiss her, but with the last bit of self-control he didn’t do it. She’d shivered under his touch, making him hard again. He couldn’t even imagine what could happen if he would have her in his arms. After a moment he thought that this was stupid. His cock twitched, but he knew that she wasn’t a girl for a one-night stand, and he wasn’t in the position to be involved with anyone else.

  “Harry, is that you?” asked a faint voice from upstairs.

  “Yeah, I’ll be there shortly,” he replied, shaking his head.

  He was a fool because he was still thinking about her. She would never go out with a guy like him.

  The house was still a mess, and Harry felt guilty that he didn’t tidy it up before he’d left. He lived in a three-bedroom home. His older brother, Lennox, had also lived there before, but he was busted for an armed robbery last year and he wasn’t going to be leaving prison for a while.

  Harry went upstairs. His mother was lying in the bed, looking tired. Her skin was still ashen, and her eyes were bland staring at the TV. She’d lost a lot of weight in the past few months and Harry didn’t know what else to do. Her silver hair was stuck to her head.

  “How are you, Ma? Have you eaten anything today?” he asked, sitting by her on the edge of the bed.

  She had just been diagnosed with lung cancer, and Harry had been expecting it. She had been smoking fifty cigarettes a day for the past ten years.

  “I’m not hungry at all, my boy. Are you going to shift the stuff today?” she asked, taking a long, raspy breath.

  Harry’s stomach made a strong contraction. He didn’t want to talk about this with her, especially since she knew about everything that he was doing.

  “Yes, Ma, I’ll try. Soon we will have enough money for your operation,” he replied, squeezing her hand. His mother had been waiting for around six months for a life changing surgery. Harry couldn’t look at how much she was suffering, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. He needed thirty thousand pounds. He made some enquiries at a private clinic and the doctors agreed to operate straight away. A few more shipments and he would have enough to go through with it.

  “Don’t do it, boy. Maybe it’s meant to be that I’m ill. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you to go to prison. Your brothers wasted enough of their lives.”

  “Ma, stop it. Just a few more shipments and it will be done. Then I’ll get a job and we never have to worry about this again.”

  “I don’t want you to get into trouble. This is too risky. What about the loan?” she sighed.

  “I haven’
t had a job since last year. We both know that I won’t get a loan, and your pension is too small,” he snapped, getting angry.

  Barbara was trying to talk him out of this idea. She wasn’t prepared to die or wait for an operation, but she didn’t want Harry to risk his future for her either.

  “Anyway, let me make you something to eat.”

  He didn’t want to upset her, but he was going to carry on until he had enough money saved up. Harry went downstairs, scratching his head. The dishes were piling up in the sink and he needed to do some food shopping. He was the only one that could look after his mother; his aunt was working full time, so he didn’t expect her to leave everything to help them out.