Chapter 52


    I thought he was gonna do something to me, like he did during the day.


    But I was wrong. He just licks my wound. When my whole body is flushed with shyness, he leans


    over to my ear and asks, "You want it?"


    "Why do you always think about sex?" I grab the edge of the table behind me.


    "I''m asking if you want to eat."


    It''s like I''ve been doused with cold water, and I''m wide awake. The shyness is gone. I stand up


    straight and say, "No, not in the mood."


    "Naughty girl." He lowers his head and looks at me.


    I follow his line of sight down and realize the shirt isn''t even covering my boobs. Then, I immediately


    put my arms around them.


    I''m not supposed to leave tonight. Before going to bed, I ask him if I can sleep in the guest room or


    on the couch. He says no.


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    "Don''t be so shy," he says with a smile.


    He made it sound like I was being dramatic. I


    know he said it on purpose, but I''m still lying in the same bed with him.


    We had sex in this bed before. At this moment, neither of us says anything. Maybe it''s because of


    Abbie.


    I thought about moving over to the bed, but I was afraid he''d think I was ying hard-to-get.


    Just as I''m about to fall asleep, I suddenly feel a pair of hands around my waist. My body instantly


    tenses up and my head clears.


    ''Tm just hugging you. Don''t be so nervous. You were passionate before. " Heughs in a low voice.


    I''m speechless. "It''s a physical reaction. You''re wee."


    "Oh?" He replies with a question, "Don''t you owe me that?"


    I don''t know why, but I feel a little ufortable. Does he think I slept with him to repay him? Then


    what''s the difference between me and a whore?


    Thinking of this, I turn around and ask directly, "How can I clear what I owe you?"


    "With yourself," he answers in a low voice.


    I''m gonna explode. I grab his hands and try to get out of his arms.


    But he holds me even tighter.


    I''m so pissed off but he''s still so calm. My heart sinks. What does he want me to do? Be his


    mistress or his wife?


    I know clearly that we''re not in a rtionship. He has the right to sleep with me or dump me at any


    time. I ned to return his favor with sex when I asked for his help, so he''s right to think so.


    I should keep that in mind.


    Probably sensing that I don''t want to continue this topic, he changes the subject. "Will you go back


    to thatpany?"


    "I''ve been fired." I''m a bit upset.


    He doesn''tfort me. "Well, that might be good for you. You''re not cut out to work with people like


    Sean."


    "Did you know this was gonna happen?" I ask him.


    I don''t know if I''m being too sensitive, but I feel like he knew something from the beginning. Why


    else would he warn me to stay away from Sean?


    Though I did not listen to him, he was right. I now regret not having taken his advice. If I had, maybe


    things wouldn''t have been the way they are.


    Harrison stays calm. "It was bound to happen sooner orter. You''re too trusting."


    "Should I trust you?"


    This question is really stupid. No one will say they can''t be trusted.


    After a few seconds of silence, Harrison chuckles and says, "Humans areplicated. The point is


    what you think of me. You think I''m good, but you''re worried I''m bad, right?"


    "It''s always wise not to judge a book by its cover." I don''t think there''s anything wrong with me


    thinking that way.


    We talked about unimportant things all night. In the end, he told me to take a few days off and that


    he would be my eye-opener. I scoffed at what he said.


    If he spends too much time with me, Abbie might eat me.


    We didn''t have sex this night. When I''m about to fall asleep, I think of something important. Why did


    he suddenly decide to sleep with me this afternoon? It''s a stupid question, but I want to know his


    answer.


    I''ve heard that some men have virginity issues. Is Harrison one of them? Will it ur to him that I


    am a divorced woman who has been induced when he makes love to me?


    I woke up the next morning, so did Harrison. I tell him I want to go home, and he says he will take


    me home.


    I wanted to refuse him, but I didn''t. His vi is in the suburbs, and it''s hard for me to get a taxi.


    "Why the long face?" Harrison suddenly asks in the car.


    ''Tm just thinking about our rtionship."


    My serious look makes himugh. He shakes his head helplessly. "Chelsea, do you know why


    you''re always unhappy?"


    "Nothing makes aid- off person happy." I look at him speechlessly. The rich never know how the


    poor feel.


    But even rich people aren''t always happy. It''s just too hard to be happy.


    Harrison is not angry at all. ''Tm just saying why you''re unhappy."


    "I... It''s none of your business!" I turn to look out of the window.


    I''m afraid to tell him I''m actually embarrassed to face him after having sex with him.


    Just as I''m depressed, I receive a message. It''s from Callen''s mother, my ex- mother- iw.


    Harrison asks, "What''s going in?"


    Suppressing the excitement in my heart, I


    pretend to be calm and smile. "Drop me off. My friend wants to see me."