All That Glitters isn't Gold (Zarry-Mpreg)

Chapter 22.

(Nothing changes if nothing changes)

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(Present day)

November 29.
01:00

I'm a gullible fool and always set myself up to get hurt.  By Harry. He's an arsehole to me most of the times but I still let him do whatever he pleases with my body.

His hands touched, tongue licked, his mouth sucked every inch of my skin leaving a trail of love bites all over as he made love to me insatiably like he's been starved of intimacy for as long as he's been on tour.

I found the hunger surprising considering he's back on with Louis, they're expecting their first child which means they've been intimate in recent months. What's going on between them, I would like to know. I wonder if maybe there's some sort of arrangement that allows Harry to bed me because he was giving it to me it's as if he felt no guilt. Like what we were doing felt right.

Did I feel guilty? I was horny that overridden any clownish feelings I may have felt. It's not like if we were to get caught that would turn into a scandal, Harry is still my husband.

And he is also a very complicated soul. Nothing is ever straight forward with him, and whatever obstacles we have in our life are there because he created them.

I blanked out those obstacles for a moment, enjoyed the blissful moment we were having while it lasted. As always I found myself tearing up at how tenderly and gently he was touching me like I was the most precious thing ever. His stamina was good as ever we were at it two and half hours exploring the rooms, christening the house, he wasn't slowing down but my energy levels were depleted I had to tell him I needed a break.

We had a shower, got dressed in brand new white fluffy robes Harry had bought then sat on kitchen table eating takeout he'd brought, scampi and shrimp pasta one of my fave meals. Once we done eating he made Strawberries and cream cocktail knowing very well that's a fave of mine.

He laughed when I slurped it down within a minute then asked for another one but with extra rum on it.
After fixing another cocktail for myself, whisky neat on ice for himself we moved to the bedroom, I helped him change the linen before we laid down, chilling in bed.

Having any power over Harry is hard to believe cause he's the one always in control. He knew what he was doing when he drove to the new house then asked his bodyguard to come find me. He knew, as always, he'll get his own way and have me on my knees begging for more. He got me there. I was happy and willing to beg.

I was also blown away by how much detail he paid to the house, making it look as well as feel homely. The walk in closet in my bedroom was fully packed with clothes, all designer, he bought for me so he said. I doubt that, he gets loads of designer freebies.

In our daughter's nursery hung on the wall is a portrait of me heavily pregnant with her. I laughed when I saw it, it was made using the same picture I had posted on social media when announcing the pregnancy.

Harry joked that a celebrity house is not fully complete without a pregnancy portrait on the wall. He can be funny when his head is not stuck up his arse at times.

It was one in the morning, he wasn't talking about going home and I noticed his phone was turned off.
As we laid in bed chatting, throwing jokes about and laughing like a dysfunctional married couple that we are, no one could tell we were at each other's throats hours earlier in the day, it soon became obvious his mind was occupied by something.

His responses to questions I was asking were getting more sluggish than normal. Whatever was on his mind had to be about Louis. He left him to chase after me didn't he.