The Boleyn Effect (The Boorman Ending) (26 page)

'We spent a week together
while I was supposed to be on that field trip. It was more than
sex. I loved you. I told you that.'

'It was hardly a week
together Johanne. I went home to Katherine every night while you
stayed in a Novatel.'

'I was supposed to be in
London with my group. I lied to everyone just to be with you.
Nearly lost my place on the course because of it. But I did it for
love.'

I am torn between feeling
pissed and feeling sorry for her. She fell well and truly under his
spell just like I have. But at the moment I've got him, but for how
long is anyone's guess.

'It was never anything
more than sex. I do not want to be with you and even more so after
the stunt you pulled with Katherine. Telling her you were pregnant
when you damn well knew we took precautions. Do you not see how
unstable that is?'

Realisation dawns on me.
She's the girl who went to Katherine. His last conquest before I
turned up, and he wasn’t careless like he is with me. No wonder
she's pissed off at me.

'What's stopping me from
doing it again? By the insecure looks I was getting from your new
girlfriend I'm sure if I tell her we are still having sex she'll
believe me.'

'I forbid you to go
anywhere near her,' he snaps.

'Try and stop me,
Sir.'

'She will never believe
you,' he hisses. 'Look at yourself, you're a mess.'

'I will make sure she
believes me,' Johanne mocks.

'Well why don't we find
out now?'

I step from around the
corner and glare at this tiny blond that is trying to mess with my
life. Pale, but maybe a little relieved Harry comes to my side and
tries to pull me away.

'Come Leigh she is not
worth it.'

'So this is the one who
went to Katherine?'

Holding her chin up high
she tries to front me off and I throw her off balance by giving her
a hug. She looks at me astounded and a little nervous. She tries to
pull away from my grasp but I keep my hold as I lean into her ear
and whisper.

'You ever go
near my man again, you'll be sorry. I'm no Katherine. I
will
rip your face clean
off.'

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'