"It was absolutely nothing. I had no ties. No bittersweet memories. I was leaving nothing behind. Never experienced companionship, never been in love. And in that moment, all I felt was loneliness and regret."
But there's always a first time..
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For Harry to have a woman like her was the most dangerous thing in his life, knowing that he couldn't control his thoughts whenever he saw her, if someone could read his mind, his intentions, he would be a doomed man. When he saw that woman come out of the bathroom and fix the dress on her body, he did not stop thinking again how much he wanted to fuck her until she could no longer walk, he knew from the beginning that she was the type of person who got in danger for pleasure, who drew her own lines of destiny and was as mad as a lion if needed.
For Harry, feeling so weak in the presence of a woman was not natural, it was necessary to be a fully capable, independent, strong, decisive, fearless woman, and more, and that was exactly what he found in her and that intrigued him. more than anything else. In addition to her remedying all his visual fantasies, he knew he could control all the situation, dominate her without having to strain, and that was what he liked about their relationship because despite all her composure, when she was taken under his body and hand she was unable to think for herself, and having that control was what further destabilized Harry.
He spared no effort to always be good enough to her, to be well dressed as usual, to always keep her in first place, to show everyday his love for details on her only he could see, even when she took him seriously in a fight, screaming at him for some stupidity he did at work or him not following her home rules, like the one time he washed the white and colorful clothes togheter and you ended up with messy pink towels.
Harry had someone else in him, despite all the composure he displayed daily in public, he knew he could lose his mind when he was jealous, which rarely happened because he had self-esteem high enough to know what he could do to her, but when he felt threatened and challenged, what went on in his head was unpleasant. And that was exactly how he felt when he sees Agent Tequila, that as much as everyone showed a certain indifference towards his dull and malicious jokes, Harry was old and experienced enough to know that underneath all that cool friendly American mask, all that jokes contained a bit of truth. Harry knew that Lancelot was used to physical touch, she always been into hugging everyone and never hesitated on sharing affection with Egssy.
Agent Tequila was spending 1 month in London, at first it would be work and nothing else, but it had already been the second time Harry came home late and Tequila was there to have dinner with them, he blindly trusted his wife but he knew that Tequila's mischievous looks were not just a "joke", as much as she didn't realize it, Harry knew when when a man undressed a woman in his mind.
