Rich H.S

Part 13

You felt almost empty after leaving Harry's house. When you made it home from his pool and showered you felt this sense of... loss? Loss of someone that was never yours. While the situation had a better outcome than you thought it would, especially since you knew Harry was a simple man and anything too complicated would deter him and make him back off, it still sucked.

It was shit really, what else was there to say? When you had that shower and had time of complete silence to just think, you realised that you definitely had feelings for Harry. You knew before that, at least that they were growing. But the hurt you felt when he didn't feel the same was a clear sign that your feelings were deeper than you thought.

How could they not be? It was delusional to think you could walk into this and not become attached, especially considering you had been pining over him for years and were kind of obsessed with his life.

His money wasn't an allure for you, and you had never felt attraction towards him purely based on his money and nice belongings. It was more to do with how he used it and how he carried himself. Harry was a man of style, and he used his money to make himself look good. Some rich people had money coming out of their ass and picked ugly clothes and hired interior decorators who were blind and dizzy when they picked their furniture choices.

But Harry was just so sexy in every single way. At this point even his couch oozed sex appeal and it had nothing to do with money and everything to do with class and style. That's what attracted you to Harry. The thing about him too is that he knows it.

He knows how sexy he is, how desired he is, how bad every woman, man and those in between wanted to absolutely fuck the soul out of him. His charm got him many places and he could practically get his hands on anything he wanted based on that alone. So really, maybe it was delusional for Harry to think that you wouldn't gain feelings for him.

No. Harry thought he had a good read on you, and for the most part he did. So why wouldn't he believe you when you told him all you wanted was sex? Hell, you believed that all you wanted was sex. Yet all it took was his charming ways and his magic cock to draw you in deeper.

If you were smart you would've told Harry in the pool that you couldn't sleep with him again because you gained feelings and didn't want to enhance them and make them deeper. But you weren't smart, and you also liked your dignity enough to know that that conversation would've ended with you in tears and him freaked out and probably never wanting to see you again.

If you were smart you would've said you were busy when Harry invited you for dinner on Thursday, three days after he made you cum in his pool, so you wouldn't grow more attached during the second last night you two had together. But you weren't smart, and you were holding onto the things he could give you.

Just like he gave you pleasure in his pool, he could give you pleasure in his bed and fill your stomach up with food you didn't have to pay for. If you were lucky, he'd even give you a cuddle and massage afterwards. For now, those tiny crumbs of affection were enough to keep you satisfied. Harry was like a drug, and you knew you'd become dependent on that affection and require more to sustain yourself, but with less than two weeks to go before you went back to uni, withdrawal symptoms looked like the only thing you'd get instead.

You were in the middle of watching The Office when Archie started barking obnoxiously and leaped off the couch to run to the front door. You got up and followed him, running your fingers through your hair to try and smooth it out after lying on the couch all afternoon.

After your afternoon walk you did your usual prep when you saw Harry for dinner; washed, shaved, moisturised, perfumed. Everything to make you feel great about yourself before you saw him. Even after prepping for four hook-ups already, the process never failed to make you nervous. Nervous to see Harry, nervous for him to see you.