The Wrong Woman

I didn’t hear from Felicity for a week and I didn’t try contacting her either. I buckled down at work, taking on more hours at the supermarket and in my spare time trying to force Niall to join me onstage at the bar on Friday. He was a wicked guitar player and it would be good to have some backup instead of being onstage all alone. Even though he kept putting me off, I wasn’t about to let him get away with it.

As for Maddie, she seemed to forget about introducing me to her family and seemed to be more focussed on school. She had started seeing Mr. Tomlinson after school even after I told her not to. Why was he giving up his own time to tutor a student? It wasn’t as if he was getting paid for it.

“Tell him no.” I told Maddie as soon I met up with her after their first tutoring session.

“I can’t.” She said. “It actually wasn’t that bad anyway… I’m starting to understand some of it now.”

“So he’s actually teaching you?” I asked, and she looked at me with an annoyed expression.

“What did you think we were doing?”

“I don’t know.” I teased. “If I was tutoring a hot eighteen year old girl I know I wouldn’t be thinking about Math.”

“Can you stop it?” She said, her cheeks turning pink.

“Okay, but I still think he’s creepy. How old is he anyway?”

“Twenty four.” Maddie promptly answered and I looked at her in surprise.

“How the fuck do you know that?” I asked. I hadn’t expected her to bloody know the answer, I was just thinking out loud.

“He told me.” Maddie shrugged. “He was telling me a story about when he graduated and how this is his second job as a teacher.”

“I thought you told me your tutoring sessions were only about Math, not finding out your teacher’s fucking life story.” I said, not bothering to hide my annoyance. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy was not only taking up my girlfriend’s spare time, time I could be spending with her, but he was also telling her stuff about his personal life?

“It is just about Math.” Maddie insisted.

“Doesn’t sound like it to me.” I grumbled.

Her phone suddenly rang and she looked up at me guiltily.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Liam.” She replied in a small voice before placing the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

I angrily crossed my arms and leant against the brick wall outside her classroom as she began to talk. As soon as she finished she looked at me sheepishly.

“So what does loverboy want now?” I asked.

“We have to meet up at the library tonight.” Maddie said. “And he’s just a friend.”

“Well just as long as he knows that.” I retorted.

“Harry why are you being like this?”

“Because.” I said backing her up against the wall. “You’re mine.”

“I know.” She breathed.

“All mine.” I told her. “Just mine.”

The slam of a classroom door sounded and we both looked to see Mr. Tomlinson emerge holding his briefcase. He saw us both and his mouth set into a grim line before he strode over to where we stood.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said evenly.

“Harry was just picking me up.” Madeline spoke up quickly.

“Harry is not a student at this school.” Tomlinson turned his icy gaze to Maddie before looking back at me. “He shouldn’t be trespassing on school grounds.”

“I was just making sure she gets home okay.” I said. “Lots of creepy old men around… “

“That’s very nice of you.” Tomlinson replied without flinching. “But it’s probably best if you wait outside the gate next time.”

“He will.” Maddie cut in. “It’s not his fault. I asked him to meet me here.”

Mr. Tomlinson regarded her for a moment and glanced down at his briefcase.

“Did I remember to give you the extra textbook?” He asked.

“Yes.” Maddie replied.

“Good. My email address is written on the first page if you need it.”

I stared at him in disbelief as he bid Maddie goodbye and walked away.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I seethed.

“Harry please.” Maddie said looking unhappy. She picked up her bag and turned to walk away.

“Hey Maddie wait up.” I called out to her. Once I caught up to her I placed my arm around her and then reached around to hug her close.

“Sorry babe.” I whispered in her ear.

“I just hate it when you get mad at me.” She said softly.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at them.” I said.

“Well don’t be.” She said.

“Are you telling me Liam doesn’t have the hots for you?” I suddenly asked and watched as she blushed.

“I fucking knew it!” I cried, but I couldn’t help but smile at how embarrassed she looked.

“He knows I’m taken.” She said.

“He’d better. Otherwise I might have to remind him.”

And she giggled as we linked hands as we began to walk to her car.

X

Friday came and went and no sign of Felicity. I don’t know why, but this made me curious. I finished my gig and stuck up my middle finger at Niall who stood at the bar. He still refused to join me onstage but I thought that maybe just maybe I was starting to wear him down. I glanced around the bar before almost bumping into Evan.

“She’s not here mate.” He said with a smirk.

“Who?” I asked in mock innocence.

He gave me a pointed look as though he could see right through my act. I saw Niall gesturing for me to join him at the bar but I waved him off. I needed to call Felicity. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and ignored the time. It was late, really late, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hear her voice and see if she was okay. The phone rang endlessly and I was about to hang up when she finally answered.

“Hello?” She said quietly.

“Can you talk?” I asked.

“Just a minute.”

I heard footsteps and as I waited it suddenly occurred to me that maybe I was a big secret in her life, just like she was a secret in mine. I had never thought about it before. I had barely thought about what her life was outside of us fucking each other. But now I was curious. Did she have a boyfriend? Was she married? Who was she?

“Harry?”

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine.” She said only she didn’t sound fine to me.

“I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I was awake.”

An awkward pause followed before I spoke again.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while.” I said.

“I’ve had a lot going on.” She replied.

“When can I see you?” I blurted. I had not planned on saying it but I found myself unable to hold back.

“I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

I sighed into the phone. She was starting to piss me off now.

“Is it because I have a girlfriend?”

“No… yes. I don’t know.” She said. “I don’t know Harry.”

“Do you have someone?”

“Look, it doesn’t matter in the end does it? It’s not as if we were meant to be together.”

I felt my stomach tighten at her words and I had no idea why or what it meant. All I knew was that I didn’t want it to end like this.

“I need to see you.” I said lowly.

“What?”

“I said I need to see you. Come over to my place. Now.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes you can. I don’t know who you’re with or where you are, but just walk out that fucking door and come see me.”

She was silent for a moment and I could almost hear her mind ticking over.

“Look I need to see you. “ I said. “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes.”

And then I hung up. I didn’t want to give her a chance to wheedle out of it. Maybe she’d turn up, maybe she wouldn’t. But I had to find Niall and convince him to drive me home. Or maybe I just needed to go and buy a fucking car so I could drive myself.

I had been home for half an hour but still no sign of Felicity. What the fuck was I doing? I thought to myself as I pulled off my shirt. It was 1am. She probably had better things to do than turn up at my doorstep at that hour of the night. But I was proven wrong when I heard a light knock on the door. I opened it to see Felicity standing there. For the first time ever she wasn’t dressed up. She wore blue jeans and a hoodie. And a fucking bruise on her cheek.

“What happened?” I asked raising my hand to her face. She avoided my gaze as she stepped through the doorway and into my living room.

“It’s nothing.” She said. I took her by the arm and turned her around to face me. The bruise had faded, but there was no doubt it was a bruise.

“Like hell that’s nothing.” I said. “Who did it?”

“Nobody. I told you it’s nothing.”

“Felicity.” I said in a warning tone. Maybe it was none of my business, but hitting girls was a big no no in my book. I’d never done it and I don’t think I ever could. And the prick that did it, deserved to be bitch slapped. She looked at me like she really did not want to answer, as though if she kept denying it, I would stop and the whole thing would go away. But she also knew by now that I was a stubborn motherfucker and I wasn’t going to just let this slide.

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me? You didn’t want me to see this?” I asked.

She hung her head and didn’t look at me.

“Tell me who the son of a bitch is.” I said.

“Harry stop. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. At least tell me why it happened.”

“We had a fight.” She said. “That’s the day I asked if I could stay over your house for the night. I just needed to get away… needed to be with someone else.”

“So he hit you because you-“

“Because I didn’t go home until the next morning.” She said. “He wanted to know where I’d been.”

“Did you tell him?”

“I told him I stayed at a hotel. But then he wanted to see the bill… so I then told him I stayed at a girlfriend’s house.”

I didn’t even know who this guy was, but I already hated him.

“This isn’t right. What he’s doing isn’t right.”

“It’s okay Harry.” She said. “I’m okay… everything is okay.”

My hand reached up to caress her hair and I want to ask more questions but she closed her eyes. I placed my hands on her cheeks and brought her face closer to mine and kissed her lips. She responded to my kiss eagerly and I found myself unable to stop there. I wanted her. I looked at her and she nodded as I unzipped her hoodie and let it fall to the floor. It wasn’t long before she stood before me in her bra and panties and my eyes took her in hungrily. I led her to my bedroom and quickly unzipped my pants before I gently pushed her back onto my bed. I tentatively touched her body, trying to ignore the fading bruises on her wrists.

“You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.” She said and I realised I was being uncharacteristically gentle with her. Usually we were all over each other like there was no tomorrow. I ripped off her bra and took her nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it. I raised my head to look up at her and she looked down at me, licking her lips and breathing deeply.

“I’m gonna please you the way a woman like you deserves.” I said and she merely watched me as I bowed my head and let my lips travel down her stomach until they stopped at her thighs. I licked at her inner thighs. I could feel her buck slightly at the sensation but I didn’t let up, nipping at the soft skin until I made her moan with pleasure. My tongue flicked at her entrance and began to lick her out slowly but surely, wanting to take her to the brink and bring her back again. I felt her hands tug at my hair as I tongue fucked her.

“You taste so good.” I mumbled against her.

“I want you inside me.” She whimpered softly in response.

“Now?”

“Now.” She said with an edge of desperation in her voice. I shrugged my shoulders and raised myself up and onto her. It goes without saying that I was rock hard and as I positioned myself on top of her and thrust into her wet pussy. I groaned out loud, especially when I felt her tighten around me and I began to rhythmically grind against her. I looked down at her body beneath me, her big round breasts and the way she gazed up at me all pink cheeked with arousal.

“God you’re perfect.” I told her.

I took her hands and stretched them over her head as I continued to fuck her, feeling the pleasure build up and wanting it to last forever. My lips swooped down to play with her breasts again, sucking and licking and enjoying the taste of her.

“You taste amazing…” I said.

“How do I taste?” She asked.

“Salty sweet.” I said and heard her laugh.

I could tell she was close to coming by the way she bit her bottom lip with a focussed look on her face as though she too was trying to make it last longer. I was close too, but I held on as she exploded around my cock and screamed out in ecstasy.

“I wanna come on you.” I said and she smiled up at me as I pulled out of her and came all over her bare chest. I collapsed next to her and we lay there in silence.

“I know what we’re doing is wrong.” Felicity said softly. “But why does it have to feel so fucking good?”

Notes

Sorry to repost this, but I accidentally deleted this chapter... I'll post a new chapter soon!