Sold (Double Delights 1)

“No.” Brandon replied, as he walked out of the bedroom and came towards me. “I told him myself.”

I stood stock still, rooted to my spot. How could Brandon be here at the apartment, in the same room as H? Oh my God, was it all a set up?

I placed a hand on my hip. “Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on here.”

The men looked at each other.

“Do you know what? Forget it.” I shouted and I ran from the room. I couldn’t wait for the elevator. I headed for the stairs and ran down them as fast as my heeled shoes would let me until I reached the foyer. As I moved towards the exit I was stopped by Matthew, H’s driver.

“Miss Harris. Please, wait a moment.”

“Matthew, I can’t, I need to leave.”

“I’ve got this now, Matthew, thank you.”

I tilted my head back in frustration at H’s voice. His strong hand was now on my arm and I was powerless to move unless I wanted to make a scene in front of the many guests in the lobby.

“Please, Tiffany. Come to the bar and let me explain. It’s not what you think it is.”

“So it’s not a set up? You didn’t put Brandon in that apartment?”

He sighed.

“That’s what I thought.” My eyes teared up. “I told him I

loved him. What a fucking fool I am.”

“No you’re not. Please, come to the bar.”

I nodded and walked alongside him. To be honest I felt so foolish and devastated I wanted to hide in a dark corner, and my legs felt like they wouldn’t hold me up any longer.

“Two brandies please.” H requested from the bartender. I didn’t protest, instead I asked him to make it three.

I walked past H and found a dark corner of the bar area, where I took a seat. H sat down at the side of me. He was too close. His knee was alongside mine. The bartender brought over our drinks and placed them on the table. I drank one straight down, choking as the alcohol burned my throat and tears stung my eyes.

When I recovered myself, I narrowed my eyes at H. “I’m listening.”

“It’s no secret that I want you, Tiffany. However, I felt that maybe my attraction for you was too much.”

“Too much for whom?”

“For me.” H took a sip of his brandy.

“I lost my wife twelve years ago. A brain tumour. She was carrying our son at the time. I lost the love of my life and the family I should have had.”

I covered my mouth with my hand, while I stared at the man at my side who was now slumped in his chair, looking down at his hands.

I took a moment to compose myself. “H, I’m so sorry.”

He rubbed the heel of his palm on his chest and in a flat, monotone voice said, “I won’t allow myself to commit again to a woman. Veronica was my life, my world, and that’s the position she will always stay.” He drank the rest of his brandy and motioned for the bartender to bring another. “You had the right idea, to order more than one.” A slight smile crossed his face. The man at my side then brought himself up to a straighter position, and returned to the H I knew.

“So, I have sexual partners, but I have never loved anyone else. But then I met you.”

“We only fucked once. You’re staying true to your wife.”

“That’s just it though.” He replied. “For the first time since I lost her, I wanted more.”

I gasped.