Blinded By Love

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

"How about dinner tonight?" Harry asked for the hundredth time. He's been convincing me to go on a date with him. He said it was part of his plan to make me fall in love with him which I thought was ridiculous. But since I told Stacy that I will give him a chance I reluctantly said yes.

"Good. I'll pick you up at around 19:00, is that ok?" He asked grinning.

"Yeah, it's fine. Where are you taking me anyway?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out. And wear something fancy." He winked.

Ring Ring Ring.

I heard my office phone ringing.

"Wait, I have to answer that." I said.

Harry nods in respond and sat on the chair in front of my table.

"Hello, Samantha Jameson speaking."

"Sammy, dear." A familiar female voice greeted me on the other line.

That voice.

Aunt Martha.

How could I forget?

The person who practically ruined my life. She made me cry for years. She was the one I thought will help me after my parent's accident. The one person I wanted to vanish in this world.

Hearing her voice makes me sick. I can feel myself getting pale. My palms are sweating and my whole body is shaking. "H-how did you get m-my number?"

I saw Harry shifted himself and looked at me with concern in his eyes. It's like he wants to hug and comfort me.

"I have my ways dear. It's not easy but I did." She laughed coldly.

"W-what do y-you want?" I nervously asked.

"Oh, nothing dear. I heard you're earning a lot of money and bought yourself a house and a car. That's wonderful though." she paused, then continued, "I was just wondering how you get to work on that company. Did you ask your boss to sleep with you? Is he paying you for sleeping with him? What a whore!" She insulted and laughed.

I was in the verge of crying when I felt Harry held my hand and squeezed it. I know that he knew that this phone call is not good.

I was about to answer her but she started insulting me again. "You, young lady, is one hell of a bitch! You keep whoring around to get what you want, you dirty little slut!"

"Shut up!" I screeched on the phone. I was livid. I am getting really furious from her stupid insults. "Listen here you motherfucker! I am not sleeping around to get what I want! I worked hard for everything I have! If you don't have anything nice to say to me, don't ever call again. Fuck you and go to hell!" I yelled.

"You fucking slu-" before she could finish, I hung up the phone and burst into tears. Harry then hugged me, kissing my forehead and keeps on saying sweet things to make me calm down.

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We stayed like that for more than 30 minutes

Calming down, I looked at Harry to see his angelic face. His eyes were closed and when he opened it, he looks at me and touch my cheeks. He wipes the excess tears running down my face using his thumb.

"I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it right now?" He asked.

I nodded and said, "I'm sorry you had to witness that."

"It's ok, Sweet cheeks. Besides, I did get to hug you and kiss your forehead." He said grinning at me.

I playfully slapped his chest and laughed. "Yeah right."

"So are you still in for tonight? I mean, if you're not in the mood we could reschedule it anytime you want. I won't pressure you." Harry said.

"It's ok. I would love to go tonight. Maybe you can help me get distracted and forget what happened."

"Ooh. I like the sound of that." He teased.

"You pervert! Not like that! I mean you can take me to movies or walked in the park." I interjected.

"I know. I was just teasing you."

Smiling at him, I said, "Thank you, Harry."

"For what?"

"For being here with me. For comforting me. And for making me smile."

"It's my pleasure, Sweet cheeks. By the way, you sound really sexy when you curse." He winked and kissed my cheeks.

The insides of my stomach just had a somersault from the sudden kiss.

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A/N:

Barbara Hershey as Aunt Martha

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