Cordelia
"I want to die. How do you help me with that? I know you have a degree in whatever the fuck led you in this direction but if I want to fucking jump off a platform onto an oncoming train, I'm pretty sure these one-hour sessions aren't going to change my train of thought. No pun intended."
"Morris. My job is to make you understand there is more to life than Benidorm and beans on toast. But all of this is a process and unfortunately, you can't walk in one day and walk out a new man. It just doesn't work like that and trust me I know it can be tough. It can. But as soon as you pull the plug. You will never know how far you could've gone and how much you could've enjoyed life. We have an 8-month schedule planned and it takes time. So, please just take one day at a time. You have so much to look forward to. Even when you see no light at the end of the tunnel continue walking cause there might just be a turn at the end and if not then don't let that derail you into a train. No pun intended." I repeated his words to try to induce a bit of humour.
God, my morning was off to a start and not a very bright one. I straightened in my chair getting back to my job.
"Please tell me one thing you used to enjoy in life?" I changed the subject.
"My wife.... we were so in love. I loved every piece of her. Even when she was sick, she was so strong, and I was so weak. I envied her strength and how when she walked into a room it would brighten with her presence."
"And what would your wife want for you. She sounds like a courageous woman, and I can tell you she wouldn't want you to loathe in self-pity. She would want you to be happy whatever that means. Perhaps falling in love again? But not this. I can assure you that." His eyes welled with tears and he placed his hands on his cheeks with his elbows holding his face resting on his knees.
"You talk about how much your wife loved you and how much you loved her. You due her at least an attempt at being happy. You're such an amazing man and the world wouldn't be the same without you. A little darker a litter sadder and certainly not the same. I just want you to say I tried because there are so many opportunities and enjoyments in life that are awaiting you."
I continued. "One thing is promised in life. Taxes and death. It is the cruel world we live in, but we have to make the good outweigh the bad. Promise me you will try no matter how hard it gets. Keep swimming until you reach the shore."
"The loss of one isn't easy. But the years your wife missed out on now live through you."
"Can I let you in on a secret?" I continued.
Morris nodded.
"A few years ago, I was an individual who didn't believe in hope who didn't believe there was better. Until someone took my hand and walked me through the light. I was lost for years upon years then one day my life drastically changed. If I left, I wouldn't have those memories. I wouldn't have met the one I call my husband. I know you met your soulmate. But I know one person in over 7 billion people would climb up a moon for you. Can you remember who you were before the world told you who you should be? Because you lost your wife don't let it stop you from loving or believing cause in this mucked up world you were happy so find that emotion again. You made memories. So, I have a challenge for you. I want you to do something anything you used to enjoy. Watch tennis. Play snooker. Go to your favourite cafe. Met a friend. Anything."
He followed. "When I was a little boy, I used to visit a farm with my brothers. It was my favourite hideout. We went over the summer period, and it was my happy place." A tear escaped his eye.
"Thanks. I'll see you next week if I'm still alive." He chuckled as the words dropped from his mouth.
**
Hours passed and Willow appeared for her session.
"Hi." She sat down quickly.
"How're you today?"
"Fine." Her voice was short.
She looked irritated and angry.
"Willow, tell me what's bothering you?"
"I hate school. I hate it so so much. I want to move schools."
"Why?"
"Because everyone is calling me the orphan. Her voice was more raised than before."
Kids can be so nasty and not realise how hurtful their words are.
But before I had a chance to respond. "I will always be the girl who lost her parents in a fire. It will never escape me. When teachers speak to me, they tread so lightly around me as if I'm made out of glass ready to shatter at any moment. Will it ever escape me?"
I didn't want to say too much because Willow had hardly spoken in our last session and she was doing so well. I just looked at her. "It must be so hard."
"But that's the problem I don't want your sympathy or anyones for that matter I just want things to be normal. To go back to their boring old ways. So, I can hide at the back of the class and not draw attention to myself like things used to be."
Willow was very smart for her age. She knew what a lot of kids hadn't grasped. I gathered that from her first session. She knew things couldn't go back to the way they used to be but that didn't stop her from dreaming.
"I just want to go to the school dance with the boy I like without him going out of sympathy."
"What is this boy like?" I inquired keeping the conversation flowing and very much alive.
"He's quiet in school but loud around the right people he makes me smile and he even brings mini cookies in and shares them with me. He also reads just like me."
She smiled and our session ended on what I would call a high. A good memory that engulfs the mind with flames of feeling and emotion.
**
It had been a few weeks since I stayed at Val's, and we had arranged our double date for tonight.
"Hiya, girlie." I gave her a big hug as she approached the table.
"Hi. This is Aiden."
Shit. The girl had taste. He was tall with black tousled hair. His skin tanned, and his eyes were piercing blue.
Marcus gave him a manly hug then said his hellos to Val.
"What are you ordering for food? Val asked."
"Hmm I'm feeling a burger."
"Good choice. I'm going to go for Arrabiata pasta."
After food was ordered. Marcus begun the conversation.
"So, how did you 2 meet?"
"I was at a bar with work associates, and he was at a table nearby. He just couldn't resist asking for my number." She laughed.
Aiden's body shook with laughter as Val told the story for the 100th time.
"We had met before." Aiden carried the rest of the story.
"Valentine was doing work for one of my friends."
"How did you two met?" Aiden looked between me and Marcus.
Ermm. Should I tell the real story or a nice packaged one?
Marcus took hold of the conversation probably gathering I was faltering.
"Del went to school with my younger brother. They used to be close in High School. And one night my brother hosted a party and as soon as I seen her, I wanted her to be mine."
I remember that night all too well. I drank myself to death. Marcus had his cool older friends over and I was sick with life. I always noticed him when I was over at his house. I always felt nervous when he walked in the room.
Aiden and Val laughed at his words.
Marcus
A waiter passed our table and stopped in his path.
"Cordelia baby girl is that you." The waiter said. A smirk plastered his face.
Baby fucking girl. He has a nickname for her. She is mine. She is my baby girl not his.
"O my God. Abe. Honey I've missed you so much."
Pure joy aligned her face. My hands balled into fists. She rushed over to him. His hands fell to her waist. Her hands around his neck. What the actual fuck.
This guy looked about the same age as her.
Honey? She is only allowed to call me honey.
Fuck. His hands were on whats mine for too long.
"Can we speak for a moment?" He gestured towards the door probably gathering my displeasure.
They want to speak just them one to one.
No fucking way.
"Excuse me. I'll be back in a few minutes." She spoke.
Del's face glowed with happiness.
I had to adjust my face cause I looked agitated by Val's expression.
I needed to restrain myself. I was going to lose it. Fuck.
Baby girl. I'm going to use that phrase so much with her so she knows who's mouth it comes from and who gets to call her that.
I poured myself another glass of wine and drank it in one gulp collecting myself.
"Marcus are you ready for your event." Val forced a smiled at my unsettled character.
I'm not jealous. I'm just pissed.
"Yes Val, everything is in place." I smiled not really listening and engaging in the conversation.
My eyes were glued to Del and this waiter outside.
She laughed as he spoke. My anger rising and my bitterness taking over.
He gave her another hug and then they made there way back in. About fucking time.
"Sorry. I'm back." Val scooted back into her seat.
"Baby girl who was your friend?"
Her eyes light up amused by my attempt to mock her friend.
"We knew each other in High School."
"Really."
My voice dropped to a whisper only audible for her to hear.
"Did he fuck better than me, or do I need to remind you tonight who's the man." I grabbed her thigh. Fuck. Her body felt like silk. I moved up hand up her thigh. Her body went tense.
"Tonight." I looked at her my eyes full of need and desire.
Dinner was a success but all I had on my mind was her. I didn't want the fucking meal. She was my dinner.
I arranged for one of my men to pick us up in my black Bently.
I sat there with her beside me. "Did he kiss you?"
She sat there not responding. "I asked you a question Cordelia."
"No. We were just catching up."
"We just spoke like 2 friends." The words poured out of her mouth like she didn't realise what she was doing to me.
"A friend. Huh." I leaned in closer to her seat.
"You 2 seemed a little too close. His hands were on what's mine. He was touching you, Cordelia." My voice got deeper.
"He didn't try anything. We are just friends!" The heat of her mouth made me swell.
I scoffed. "He wouldn't be alive if he did try anything baby girl."
I leaned back into my seat again.
"You're mine. No other man can touch you. Do you understand?" I argued.
She sat there angry on the rest of the way home silent.
**
We barely made it in the door, and I slammed her against the wall. I held both of her hands with one above her head and one at her neck but not adding enough pressure to hurt her.
I could feel her breathing race below me.
"Who do you belong to?" I needed to remind her she was mine.
"Marcus."
"Who?" I played.
I tightened my grip around her wrists.
"You."
Fuck. I had to adjust myself. She drove me insane.
I moved my hands to her ass cupping it feeling her lacy thong.
A moan escaped her. I loved hearing her moan.
"Keep moaning like that babe, or I'll stop and make you beg on your knees to feel my dick inside you."
She whimpered. "Fuck, Marcus." Her voice ragged and her back arched into the wall.
She wrapped her legs around me and I walked over to the table. Pushing everything off and placing her down.
I ripped her panties off. Her heels already fallen off and took her right there.
"Marcus" She called my name.
I dropped to my knees. Taking her in my mouth. I sucked and stroked making her come with my pleasure. I drowned in her moans as her wetness made me more harder and I felt the bulge below.
I placed my hand under her head grabbing her hair.
I murmured in her ear. "Babe, do you think you can take it."
"I want your cock inside me." She whined.
Her cheeks flushed as she brought her mouth against mine. Her hot little devil of a mouth.
I ripped the last clothes off and pushed her hard against the table.
She whimpered and before I could do anything else I filled her with my length. I pushed deep inside holding her upper thighs so I could fuck her good. She drove me absolutely insane, and I hated how she makes me feel so fucking good.
Her chest rose and fell fast trying to catch a breath, but I wasn't stopping.
I smashed my lips back into met hers. Tasting her in all different places.
"Don't stop." She moaned.
"I'm close to coming." Her voice rushed. I nodded at her and smiled.
I thrusted into her continuing after she spilled onto me. Her legs shaking. I rode her until she fell back exhausted.
Love Harlow Xoxo
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