The Deadly Seven |H.S|

Chapter 67

Hi my loves...let's get this action started, shall we?

Saturday, 5:30 pm

"Hey, baby"

As soon as I hear Harry's voice through the phone it's like everything melts away, every worry, every person, everything, it's just him and I.

"Hi" I sigh, feeling on top of the world from just that one sentence.

"How's work?"

Aaaand I'm back into the real world.

I turn myself around, leaning my back against the café counter as I hold the phone up to my ear.

"It's boring, literally no one coming in, I keep telling Martha we don't have to stay open so late, no one comes to cafes this late around here, not without something else going on anyway, she should get some poetry or music in here, entice people to come in a little more"

I hear Harry chuckle through the phone, he's used to my complaining about this, I love Martha, but she makes some silly choices.

"Aren't you the little businesswomen?" he quips.

"Yeah, alright asshole" I grumble.

"Kidding, kidding" he says in an apologetic tone, but it's quickly replaced with his usual teasing one when he asks me, "How's your ass?"

Still sore as fuck from you practically beating it black and blue last night.

The thought of it makes the slight pulsating ache come back and I shift my body forward to rub my hand over my jeans to soothe it.

He really did a number on it, this morning when we were having a shower, he literally gasped...then he started fucking laughing, spinning me around and holding my hips so he could look at it.

But the time I pulled myself from his grip and jumped out of the shower to look in the mirror, I was just like him, in a laughing shock.

My ass looks like a paint pallet of reds and blues all mixed together, you can practically see the bruised outline of Harry's hand with speckled red marks all around it.

"It's still sore, I'm gona need another extra-long massage tonight I think" I tell him.

I can't help but smile, thinking about this morning after our shower, when I was still in my towel making coffee and he came out with my moisturizing cream in his hand.

He demanded I go lie on my stomach on the couch while he finishes making the coffee, and then he would be over to 'help me with my ass issue' as he so poetically put it.

I loved it, I was lied out on the L seat of the couch and he sat right next to me, rubbing the cool cream into my ass and massaging it, soothing the sting there while we drank our coffee and watched the morning news.

Domestic life with a little bit of a perverted twist...who said you couldn't have both?

Harry keeps his excited and teasing tone when he says "oh, I can't wait"

I shouldn't have expected anything less from him.

I roll my eyes and I'm sure he knows it "speaking of tonight, what time did you say Kat was coming to get us?"

Ash and I agreed to the whole 'staying with Kat and Adrian thing, that's where we're going tonight, Harry and Dom have to meet with someone and do some work shit tonight.

He won't tell me what, and usually, I'd be too curious and ask him to tell me, but he told me that it's safer that I don't know, in case anything was to happen to anyone with the police, then I'd have no recollection of any of it and couldn't get in trouble, I'd just be a clueless girlfriend.