How To Catch A Billionaire (The Full Series) (13 page)

“Yes,” I answered coldly. He bought me the same bouquet of flowers that he bought his ex? Maybe these were even the same flowers. Maybe she didn’t accept them so he decided to give them to me as some sort of pity gift instead of throwing them away.

“She always loved flowers.” He laughed. “She said flowers helped people see the beauty in the world because they were so colorful and bright.”

“I see.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to hear anything else about this perfect girl. “So what did she have to say, are you guys getting back together?” I couldn’t stop the rush of words from coming out of my mouth. I was annoyed and depressed. I didn’t think any amount of money was worth me going through these awful emotions.

“What?” Harry looked at me in shock and shook his head. “Sarah, Angelica is dead.” His voice rose melodramatically and he flung his arm out wide.

I looked up at him in disbelief. “What? But you just said you went to visit her.”

“I went to her grave.” His voice was sad and I felt my heart break for his obvious pain. “Can you believe I’d never visited before? Not in all these years?”

I shook my head, unsure of what to say. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask but I didn’t want to appear too nosey.

“She was my soul mate. My best friend. My lover.” He smiled sweetly at me then. “So you were right, Sarah, they do exist.” He sighed. “I was lucky. We started dating when we were fifteen, seems awfully young to find your true love, doesn’t it? But we had been friends since kindergarten. We’d gone to a movie one night and shared some popcorn and it was like magic. Our fingers touched and it was like we had an electric current running through our bodies.”

“You don’t have to tell me all of this if you don’t want to, Harry. If it’s too painful.” I looked up at him in distress hoping he would stop. I wasn’t sure I could stand to hear him talking about this woman he loved so deeply much longer.

“No, I want to tell you.” He smiled at me sweetly. “I owe it to you.”

I stifled a groan and the urge to tell him that no, he didn’t owe it to me. That I would be fine not hearing about any of it. But I kept my mouth shut.

“So after that movie, we started dating. We were young and each other’s first loves. It was like a fairytale. Everything was perfect. She was perfect. And then we lost our virginity to each other when we were sixteen. And we thought that nothing could ever top that moment in our lives.” His voice drifted off and we sat there in silence for a couple of minutes before he started talking again. “It was Angelica that introduced me to Genny.”

“Genny?” I looked up at him curiously. “Who’s that?”

He sighed and continued. “You know, Sarah. Even soul mates can have issues. Even soul mates can drift apart. Love is not everything.”

“It can be,” I whispered.

He looked at me in pain and whispered, “No, it can’t.” He shook his head and the words came tumbling out. “It was the weekend after graduation. One of our friends had a great big party at his parents’ house. It was the blowout party of the year. We were all off to college and wanted to celebrate big, one last time. Angelica and I were both going to Harvard so we weren’t worried about it. Everything was seemingly perfect. But it wasn’t really. We’d been arguing a lot over little stuff.”

“Oh?”

“She was a lot more adventurous than I was as a boy. Capricious and daring and she liked to experiment.”

“Experiment?” I frowned in confusion.

“She bought all sorts of sex books. She wanted us to explore our sexualities in different ways. We had sex at school, sex in a public swimming pool, sex in the backseat of her parents’ car as they were driving.”

“Oh ok.” My stomach churned.

“But that wasn’t enough. She needed to go further and further. I didn’t understand it.” He grimaced. “Most boys would have been happy to be with someone who wanted to try all sorts of sexual tricks but I was happy just getting laid the regular way.” He rubbed his hands through his head and sighed. “And then she had this idea that she wanted us to try anal sex.”

“Anal sex?”

“You do know what that is?” He looked at me in shock and wiggled his eyebrows. I wanted to tell him how inappropriate I thought his mannerisms were but I kept my mouth shut.

“Yes, of course.” I rolled my eyes annoyed. “I’ve just never heard of the woman wanting it and not the man, I guess.”

“Well, she did. She begged me to fuck her in the ass.” He laughed bitterly. “And I said no. I didn’t want to. And we argued about that for weeks. Can you believe that?”

“Not really.” I sighed. I didn’t really want to hear any more.

“So we went to the party and she disappeared. I went to find her and opened a door and there was Mark Classman fucking her from behind.”

I looked at him in shock, totally not expecting that part of the story. “Oh no, I’m so sorry, Harry.”

He looked at me with a glint in his eyes. I assumed it was pain but it also looked like he was trying to hold in laughter. “I just stood there in the door watching as she groaned. Until finally they noticed me. She jumped up and ran to me. Begged me to forgive her. She told me that it was only anal sex so it didn’t count. It wasn’t real intercourse. She blamed me for letting Mark do that to her.” He closed his eyes. “I was confused and heartbroken but I forgave her. I should have just ended it then and there. But I didn’t know what to think or do. I loved her so much.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again.

“And then we went to college and tried to pretend that everything was normal. And for the most part it was. We were still best friends, we still laughed. I still loved her more than life itself. But she just kept wanting to push the envelope.”

“Sexually?” I whispered at him.

“Yes.” He laughed. “No one would believe that it would be a man who was hesitant to try things. But at that time, I was a boy and not a man and I felt uncomfortable with many of the things that she asked.”

“Oh?” The image he was painting of Angelica was completely unexpected. “What did your parents say?”

He laughed and looked at me incredulously. “I’ve never told anyone else any of this stuff, Sarah. It’s not something you bring up in casual conversation.”

“Oh ok.” I bit my lip and was about to say something else but he continued talking.

“Then Angelica met Genny in a women’s history class and they hit it off. And she confided in me that she was attracted to Genny. I asked her what she meant and she said that she wanted to see what it was like to be with a woman. I was crushed. I thought that meant that I didn’t satisfy her and that she didn’t love me. So she suggested we have a threesome.”

“Wow.”

He laughed. “And again, that wasn’t something that I really wanted but I said yes. I didn’t want her to go off and do it without me. Now I realize that she was just trying to find herself and what she was doing was normal for a girl her age, she was finding and experimenting with her sexuality but I thought it was all about what I couldn’t provide her. So if you ever want to have a threesome, let me know.” He paused and grinned and me and then continued. “So then she brought Genny over to my apartment one evening and she was everything Angelica said she was, beautiful, sexy and charismatic. I was immediately attracted to her and it was actually quite easy.”

“What was easy?” I spoke with my breath in my mouth.

“Fucking her with Angelica watching.” He stared into my eyes with a mischievous look. “It was probably the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had. Angelica sat on my face and I ate her out while Genny was riding my cock. And then they kissed and switched positions. It was great. I had never felt so alive sexually.” He paused. “The problem came when Angelica decided she wasn’t into girls and didn’t want to do it again. But I’d gotten my taste of another pussy and I didn’t want to go back.” He sighed. “So Genny and I kept seeing each other on the side. I told myself it was only fair, Angelica had done stuff with Mark, so I was entitled to as well. Only one day Angelica came over to surprise me and she walked in on me fucking Genny on the couch.” He closed his eyes. “I would do anything to change that day.”

I swallowed hard as I watched his face contort in pain. Something was taking over him and he looked completely distraught. “She screamed when she saw us. I just stood there and continued to fuck Genny as I stared at her. I was confused and immobile. It was only when Angelica ran out of the door that I realized what was going on and I pulled out of Genny and ran after her. And then I saw it.”

“Saw what?” I stared at him, jaw dropped in anticipation.

“I saw the bus hit her.” He reached over and gripped my hand hard. “She didn’t bother to check traffic. And she just ran across the road and she screamed. She screamed again. That’s the only real memories I have of her now. Those two screams from that day.”

“Oh Harry.” My eyes welled up with tears. No one should have to witness that. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He stared at me and a lone tear ran down his face. “I pray every night that God will give me a second chance and bring her back to life.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe you can help me?”

“Huh?” I looked at him in confusion and his eyes were twinkling. “What?”

“Maybe you can use your powers as a medium and talk to her for me.”

“Uhm…” My voice trailed off in confusion.

“Psych.” He laughed and I stared at him in shock.

“Psych what, Harry?” I stared at him with squinted eyes feeling very, very angry.

He looked at me in dismay and bit his lip. “I think I may have crossed a line. I’m so sorry, Sarah. I was just joking.”

“Joking about which part?” I glared at him.

“All of it.” He paused. “Well from the high school party bit and catching Angelica having anal sex.”

“What the fuck?” I jumped up and screamed at him loudly. “That’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I wanted to see how far I could take the story and have you still believe me. And then I got carried away.”

“So there is no Genny, no threesome?” I glared. “No getting hit by a bus.”

“There is no Genny and no one got hit by a bus. Though there have been plenty of threesomes.” He wiggled his eyes at me.

“This isn’t funny, Harry. So where is Angelica?”

He sighed. “She’s married with three kids. We broke up after high school because she cheated on me.” He paused. “Normal sex though. And we were in love and I was devastated and we haven’t talked in years.”

“You told me you went to her grave, Harry.”

“I know it was a bad joke.” His eyes looked pained. “I’m sorry, I figured if anyone would appreciate a bad joke, it would be you.”

“You’re an asshole.” I felt my body heaving with anger but a part of me was actually feeling a lot lighter. If what he had said had been true, it would have been a lot harder to reach his heart. That would have been an almost insurmountable amount of baggage to get through. “I’m not talking to you for the rest of the week.”

“But I’m a good actor, right?” He winked at me and I continued to glare at him. He was a terrific actor. He had had me fooled completely. I could still feel my heart in my mouth from when he told me a bus hit her.

“So why did you get so upset when people brought up Angelica?” I frowned. “You got so mad and kept leaving.”

“I was about to propose to Angelica before she cheated on me.” He sighed. “I was devastated. And I’ve never trusted another bitch again.”

“Excuse me?” I punched him in the arm, hard. “Do not call women bitches.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” He pulled me close to him and kissed my nose.

“Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“It was a bad joke.” His lips moved on to my cheeks.

“Yes, it was.”

“I won’t joke like that again.” He kissed around my mouth.

“You better not.”

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” His voice was soft and gentle and I looked up into his eyes and saw care and concern. “If anyone had to play my fake girlfriend. I’m glad it was you.” And then he kissed me. And I melted against him because even though I was angry, I still loved him and craved his touch more than anything. I kissed him back passionately and moaned as his hands found my breasts. I knew I shouldn’t forgive him quite so easily but inside his stupid little joke made me smile. It was so over-the-top and horrible and so not funny that it made me think that maybe we did have a future together after all. Because how many people could suck as badly as we did with our senses of humor?

Chapter 15

“Do you still think I’m an asshole?” Harry whispered in my ear as we walked up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Yes.”

“An asshole that’s going to get sex tonight or an asshole that’s not going to get sex tonight?”

“We’ll see.” I grinned at him and yelped as he slapped me in the ass.

“You should have seen through my story, Sarah.” He grinned. “Because really what guy is going to turn down any sort of sexual experimentation?”

I laughed then because it was true. “You know I had been wondering about that when you kept bringing up the fact that you weren’t interested in trying all those new moves and positions.”