Harrison Towers, Memoirs of a Mogul (Glass Towers Trilogy) (2 page)

She looks up at me with her sexy afterglow face and she quietly says , “I love you.” I lean down and kiss her but I don’t say it in return.

“Hey! You ripped my panties. What am I supposed to do?”

I shrug and smirk. “I guess you will have to be a naughty girl and go without.” I snatch the panties from her hand and tuck them into my pants pocket.

As I am leaving the bathroom, I see out of the corner of my eye she has not moved but is still standing with her mouth agape and the look of shock registering on her face.

Back in the banquet hall, they are about to serve my favorite dessert of cherries jubilee. We take our seats and enjoy in the dessert, although I already had mine. I look at her and watch as she reapplies red stain to her pouty full lips. I feel my arousal creeping up again as I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock. Later Harrison, I remind myself.

After the dessert, dishes have been cleared away, it is time for pictures. Once we ran the gamut of picture groupings with our families and friends, it was finally time to leave, and all I can think about is getting Marion into bed. She walks over with her roommate Adelaide and announces we have one last picture to take, one with Marion, Adelaide and myself. I am annoyed with the delay but I agree. Thankfully, the photographer is swift; he snaps a couple rounds and we are finally done.

“So you are coming home with me, right?” I look at her with expectation.

She looks surprised but then a sheepish look rolls across her face. “I suppose I am.”

She turns to Adelaide whose face has fallen. “Rain check on the chick flicks tonight?”

Adelaide’s pretty face is flushed, “Oh sure. I’ll just go home and crash probably.”

“Okay doll, and thanks! Now you get home safe. I’ll see you back a the condo some time tomorrow and we can look through bride magazines.” She shoots me a raised eyebrow look. I nod and grimace at the same time. First things first I think to myself, time to get her home and in my bed!

The whole year following, we barely came up for air.
When I wasn’t at the Towers headquarters learning the ropes, I had Marion in my bed. We fucked like bunnies. When we did finally surface for air, we would head to the lake house and lose ourselves again in our newfound enjoyment of each other. I found it amusing how once I put a ring on that finger to my immense pleasure her inhibitions practically disappeared. Marion turned into a wanton temptress before my very eyes. She is a gorgeous girl, or maybe I should say woman now. I like how she is exotic looking with olive skin, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes and pouty plump lips. Her body is firm with a tiny ass and long legs. Her boobs could be bigger but then a mouthful is supposedly the ideal. I like a little more to play with but hers still get me charged up.

It’s June of 1994, I am twenty-three years old and we have head out of town again for an extended weekend. I decided that I would break my news to her during our stay at the lake house. I planned a picnic that I strategically laid out in the middle of the meadow that overlooks the lake. The boat dock is a short walk and I plan for us to take a ride in the ski boat after we have sex in the meadow.

I feed her chilled prawns, crusty bread and cheese. Though the chocolate covered strawberries are to be dessert, I have other ideas. I lie down on the blanket and pull her down to me. While we kiss passionately, I feel my body instantly aroused. She feels my arousal too as her hand rests on my hardness and she rubs. I moan and feel my pulse quicken knowing I am going to get my preferred dessert. She climbs on top of me straddling my hips. The combination of her weight and the pressure of her body on mine send tingles down to my already anxious cock. She stands up and shimmies her panties off, leaving her long flowing peasant skirt on. I pull down my shorts and remove them with my boxers completely. I am very aware of my erection that is loose and now exposed. She leans down, takes my cock deep into her mouth, and pleasures me for a few minutes with her newfound oral skills.

While she is pleasuring me with her mouth, I massage her breasts. She abruptly quits the oral assault and lowers herself onto my long hard shaft. “Oh! Mare!” I pant. She feels good as she moves up and down my length and rubs my balls with one of her hands. I reach up and grab behind her neck to bring her down to me so I can kiss those lips. As I seek out her tongue, she continues to grind her hips into mine. I can’t take it any longer and I lose myself and blow my load. She continues to grind on me until she yells out and then comes to an abrupt stop collapsing on my chest.

As we both revel in the afterglow, I run through what I am going to say when I tell her my news. She senses something is up. She props herself on her elbow and looks down at me.

“Okay, what’s on your mind? You aren’t usually this distracted!”

I start to shake my head know but decide to go ahead and tell her now.

“Yeah, I do have something to tell you.” I nervously chew my lip.

She is sitting up now, putting her panties back on, and adjusting herself. “Out with it, you have me worried Harry!”

“Look Mare, you know how my dad expects me to someday take over the board.”

“Yes…and?’

“Before I do that, I want to go to graduate school.”

She looks impatient. “Okay, so you want a graduate degree. Fine. I’m good with that. I’ll even help you with applications and paperwork. ”

“There’s more.” I finish putting my shorts back on giving me a moment to search for the easiest and most direct words. “I already applied and have been accepted. I start in late August.”

“She throws me a scowl. “Well, it sounds like you have it all figured out. I guess
you
will get to deal with the crazy admin at University again.” She lets out a slight cackle. It was unattractive.

“Listen, I am not continuing on at University. I am actually going to graduate school in the States in Pennsylvania, I’ve been accepted into Wharton School of Business.” She quickly scrambles to her feet and is now towering over me.

“You are doing no such thing! We are to be married and you cannot drag me to America to go to school in some state I have never even heard of!” She is stamping her foot like a six-year-old.

“You are right. I am not dragging you to graduate school with me. You are going to stay here and plan our wedding. Once I am done, we will get married and I will take my place at Towers Enterprises. We will buy a home in a gated community and I will get you pregnant. Does that make you happy?”

She is still staring down at me looking enraged. I didn’t say anything further and neither did she for several long and uncomfortable few moments. Finally, she breaks through the silence.

“Harry, you didn’t tell me we were going to be engaged for several years. You’ve led me to believe we would set a date for next spring or early summer. I never dreamt you would make me wait for so long. Everyone, especially my parents have been wondering why we haven’t set a date yet. We’ve already been engaged a year. Now I know why!

“We are engaged, that should be good enough for you right now. We have our whole lives ahead of us. I’m just going to graduate school.”

“It’s not just that we haven’t set a wedding date, but you are leaving. I mean really leaving” Her body starts to shudder and she makes little hiccup sounds.

Oh, shit. Now the tears are flowing. Now I have done it. I hate it when girls cry. I just don’t know what to do with that. I reach up, grab her hand, and pull her down to sit next to me. I place my arm around her and hold her close while she continues to cry, hoping she will knock it off soon.

“I waited to tell you because I had not made my mind up until last week. I had thought to obtain my masters here but I am impressed with the program in the states and I don’t want to pass up an opportunity to do this. I need you to understand and support my decision. We will set the date and plan the wedding for two summers from now.”

She sniffs.

“What if you aren’t done with the program by our wedding. What then?”

“Then after we wed, you return with me and live in the US while I finish.”

She is silent for a moment aside from the continual sniffing. “I guess that could work.”

“Its gonna have to work Mare. I have made my mind up and you know the rest.”

“So that’s it, no compromise or further discussion?” Her body has stiffened and a snarl is distorting those plump lips.

“Right. I need to do this. Besides, I will come home on weekends and holidays. You can fly down and visit me too you know. Oh and by the way, Pennsylvania borders New York. It’s not as lost in America as you think.”

“Oh.” She sulks and crosses her arms. I can tell her wheels are turning. I am sure she will enlist her daddy’s help to try to convince me to stay. Not a chance. I am out of here. I am off to seek out my future without the interference of my meddling family or hers…all the while my back up plan is waiting for me at home.

I turn her head to mine and look into her dark eyes. “I assure you, it will be good for my future and therefore, good for you. Just know that.”

She nods and then I kiss her lightly at first then I go in with more passion. She responds by parting her lips and allowing me to seek out her tongue. After another round of sex, we pack up our picnic and head back to the house foregoing the boat ride. It’s time to make use of the multitude of surfaces in the house. I smile internally to myself. She has no idea what I have in store for her.

Six
weeks later…

As the last of my luggage is loaded in the back of the town car, Marion is standing on the sidewalk with her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her brow. Tracing my finger over the pronounced lines on her forehead, I scold her, “You know those will become permanent if you continue to frown like that. That will make you will look older than your age.”

She opens her mouth to snap back at me but I quickly pull her in for a kiss to shut her up. To my surprise, she pushes me away. “Stop! That is not going to make this any more bearable. I cannot stand this. I don’t believe you are actually leaving me.” She looks a me with pleading eyes, and grabs at the lapel of my jacket, “Maybe I should join you. We could get a place close to campus.” I scrunch my face at her. “Daddy could buy us something.” I tune her out while she continues to babble as I get into the car.

“Wait! Aren’t you listening? What do you think…Harry!” She sticks her head in the car and hollers again, “Harry!”

Between clenched teeth, “First, do not yell at me. Second, over my dead body will I have your daddy buy us anything to live in. The whole point of this exercise is for me to make my own way in life.” She rolls her eyes and grunts.

“But we are going to be apart for so long, I won’t be able to bear it. I don’t even know what I am going to do without you!”

God, this is getting annoying. I hate it when she displays all this emotion. “Stop! We have discussed this and you know why I am doing this…”

She interrupts.

“It is really selfish of you. I am going to be left behind while you are out conquering the world.” She sniffs and wipes away a nearly invisible tear. “What am I to do while you are gone?” She whines again.

“You know I find this whole conversation to be useless. We discussed this to great length and everything has been settled already. I thought you had come to terms with it and agreed that this will pave our future. I’m quite furious that you are behaving like this.”

I reach out to grab and pull her in the rest of the way into the car with me; despite her arms and legs flailing, I manage to get her across my lap and I proceed to spank her small but pert bottom. At first, she protests, but as I continue, she lessens her objections and her irritated grunts replaced with moans. Probably because each time I slap her butt with my hand, I caress her clit with my other. Her breathing is ragged and I now have her calmed down. Well, sort of.

“Now, this is what I intend to do to you each time you are out of line. I will spank you like the bad girl you are.” I continue working my hand over her clit and I can tell she is in another zone now. The odd part is that I am not even remotely aroused now. I am more irritated than anything. The last thing I need for my send off is a bratty fiancée who sees me as something she is entitled too and furthermore, wants to dominate. The only one dominating in this relationship, is me.

I focus my attention on finishing her off and once I believe that she has released I urge her off my lap. She settles into the seat next to me with her face flushed and hair in a disarray. “Harry, that is not helping any. If that is what will happen to me every time I am a bad girl, don’t you think I will manage to find myself out of line, all the time? Oh but wait, that would be kind of hard to do over the phone given our distance.” She hisses.

“Enough. I have had enough.” I signal to the driver out the window. He gets in and starts the car.

“You may ride with me to the airport but I will not hear another word of protest, I’m really angry with you as it is. We agreed that while I am pursuing my masters that you would work for Devereaux Distribution to learn the company business. You need to find yourself Mare…before we get married. Speaking of which…I have found a date that should be satisfactory to everyone for our wedding, September 14, 1996.” There, setting a date ought to make her happy.

“BUT that is TWO years away! Over two years! What the hell Harry? That would mean we would be engaged for three years by then. I can’t wait that long.”

“If you want
me
you will.”

She sits with her mouth gaping open and staring at me. I don’t think I have seen her speechless but for a few times, and most of them recent.

“Wow Harry. You really think a lot of yourself. I do not intend to be lead along by you for the next two years. That is ridiculous.”

She is being unreasonable and shortsighted.

“You and I both know that this program is going to take two years and that is if I go full time. It is entirely likely that I will take more like three years to complete this as I am going to pursue that investment opportunity in New York. If I am going to jump through the doors that are opening for me, I am going to take a running leap, no small steps for me. As my future wife, you would do yourself a favor learning that now. I will not have you or anyone else trying to dictate me. Besides, if you want a rich husband perhaps you should stop standing in the way.”

Once again, her mouth is open. I reach over and cup her chin to close her gaping mouth. She flashes me a glare then her face softens. “Harry, you are rich. You are one of the wealthiest families in Montreal. Why would you need to go through all this when your bank account is already overflowing?” She is now purring at me and batting her eyelashes. Talk about a complete about face.

“You are right, I do have a substantial trust and someday I will own an empire. However, I like a challenge and earning my own riches is just the sort of provocation I need to build my own dynasty. Care to join me?”

“Hmmm. When you put it like that, I feel turned on. I like it when you talk riches with me.”

I see we are approaching the airport, which is up ahead. I have to put her fears to rest once and for all because once I step foot on that plane, I am leaving as an heir and arriving to the US as a fortune seeker looking for my own gold rush. I am not in the mood for her female distractions, or any other for that matter. I need to get my game on if I am going to succeed. I know that sports figures do the same thing. They focus, get in the zone, and a lot of times forsake their relations until they have won and take home the trophy. This is my time and I am not allowing her to invade that or take it away from me. This is too important to me.

Caressing her arm lightly with my hand, “Don’t forget that we will see each other a lot, the flight is not too long and you will be busy anyway. It is only two to three years and then we will ride off into the sunset of our own making.”

She appears to be contemplating what I said because she didn’t instantly react. That is a good sign. I grab her hand, hold it to my lips, and press a light kiss on top. I pull her into me and we kiss passionately in the last few moments before we pull up to departures.

We release from our embrace as the driver has already hopped out of the car and unloading the luggage onto the curb. She looks at me with genuine tears in her eyes and I feel a slight pang. I realize that this beautiful creature is all mine for the taking, if I want. I also realize I need to be careful with that. She is not as strong as she would like to appear.

“I am not happy about you leaving but I do actually understand. Sorry I was being difficult back there.” She wipes the escaped tear. “I will plan to come down for a visit in a few weeks, okay?”

I kiss her forehead. “We’ll see Mare. Now, I need to get moving, my flight is approaching and I need to get inside and check all this luggage.”

We kiss and fold into a brief embrace and then I pull myself away and help her back into the car. Trying to ignore her sobs, I shut the door then head toward the entrance. I look over my shoulder at the car pulling away, I wonder if leaving my entire life behind permanently might not be a better plan. Moving forward into the airport, I feel liberated and my spine is tingling. For the first time in my life, I feel
FREE
.

Once I feel relatively settled into my rented condo near college campus I have a few days to acclimate myself to the area and explore. I decide to play tourist and head out into the lovely city of ‘brotherly love’. For the next few days, I entertain myself with visiting places like the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia Zoo and I couldn’t leave out the Liberty Bell at the Independence National Historical Park. I found the quick lesson in a crucial bit of American history to move me in a way I had not expected. I lament at how ironic it is for me to have finally found
my
freedom and where should I land but where the Declaration of Independence for this country was written. I feel moved and wonder if this in fact is where I will hear my bell of liberty ring once my
own
proclamation is completed. I laugh at myself for my indulging in such deep thoughts. It really isn’t as simple as that but the irony does still exist nonetheless.

I have two days left until I begin school when I find myself lounging in bed, a luxury I don’t normally afford myself. I have had several calls come in to my mobile phone but I have let them go to voice mail. I also heard the answering machine clicking but at least I have the volume off. I know it is Marion and I just don’t feel like dealing with her right now. I have too many other things on my mind. She is lost without me… she claims that she can’t live without seeing me daily.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her I had rented a condo off campus. If she had known, she would have insisted she come with me. At first when I told her I was doing this she was adamant that she was not going to be forced to live in the US. I reminded her that was fine because I hadn’t invited her anyway. Of course, that response brought her to tears. I seem to trigger that often. I don’t actually mean to make her cry but sometimes I find myself relishing in seeing what her reactions are to different combinations of buttons I push. I know that is wrong but she makes it so easy. I do have days that I wonder why I would want to push any buttons other than those that trigger her wanton desires. She has rewarded me with lots of sex, ever since I proposed. For that reason alone, it was a great idea to rent this condo. Eventually when I let her come here, we will have lots of privacy and the opportunity for lots of sex.

I had hired an interior decorator to furnish and style it for me so I would be comfortable. I heard of her through a friend and she did not come cheap. Working at Towers Enterprises for the last year helped my finances out considerably. I saved almost every bit that I earned so I won’t have to touch my trust for my basic expenses. I am saving those funds for a big investment opportunity that I have been working on with some other investors. These investors buy property then rehab and sell quickly. Hardly anyone is doing this so the industry is wide open. The investment group has identified several properties with immense potential. This is a bit over my head but I learn quickly. I figure if I take a leap of faith it can only go one of two ways; either a great success or a flop. I have to take a risk in order to know. I have plenty of money in my trust to ante up my share of the investment. Once I get into the swing of things here at school I plan to head up to New York for a few days to view the properties they are considering for development.

I hear the mobile phone ringing again on the nightstand so I pick it up knowing full well who it is. I flip the phone open and answer. “Hi.”

“Where have you been? Do you realize I must have called you at least a dozen times? You have no idea how worried sick I have been, I was just about the talk daddy into letting me use the company jet and fly down. Would you like me to visit? I could do that. Maybe I could bring a few little toys for us to play with?”

“You done?”

She pauses. “Wha…what do you mean,
am I done
? Is that any way to talk to me after you had me so worried and did you miss the part where I am offering myself to you?”

“You are just talking so fast and not letting me get a word in edgewise. I was simply making sure that I was not rudely interrupting you and you’re ranting. I imagine you are going crazy with nobody to stalk all day.”

“Harry! Now you are just being rude!”

I laugh. “Well if you could hear how ridiculous you sound you just might have had the same response that I have. Why are you frantically calling me all morning anyway…did it ever occur to you I might just want some peace and quiet?”

“No. I just figured you would be up and around. I never dreamt you would still be asleep at noon.”