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Overneath the Path of Misinterpretation (Alvis Alendran&Malicious Lullaby)

She felt her body being hoisted up and with her arms around his neck, she held on well and then hiked her legs up around him as he guided her to. She could feel him right against her and in her experience, she had some men who were well enough endowed. But with Harrison, he was definitely more than she bargained for, a challenge if you would, but if there was something Mallory enjoyed, it was a challenge. To work for this overbearing man was a challenge enough, to seduce him was definitely a finer challenge than she had in a while and now, this task in bed to accomplish with him would be a bigger challenge—pun, possibly intended—that she’d conquer.

Then she felt him press against her entrance and that was when she really held on. She had a feeling this would be the ride of her life. Then he pressed in and she gasped softly, her head tilting back. Slowly, she felt more of him slide into her and if she wasn’t as wet as she was currently, she had a feeling this would hurt a lot more. Her hand moved down his back, nails digging in deep into his skin and she squeezed her legs tighter around him. Her body shook a little bit and she bit down on her lower lip hard. Arching her back a little bit to push her chest further into his, she looked at him and was already panting just enough and they hadn’t even really started. He was really big. She opened her mouth to say just that too but at the last minute, decided against it. Instead, she crushed her lips to his and pushed herself down on him, the last remaining way until she felt him hit the back of her channel. That feeling was intensely orgasmic and she felt the pleasure course through her. It caused her to moan out deeply against his lips.

And so, challenge accepted!
 
Mallory throwing herself into the task wasn't what he'd quite expected, but he was certainly not in a position to complain. He felt himself bottoming out on her, a feeling he admittedly didnt get as often as he'd like. There had been no small number of women who had found the idea of getting him fully inside of them to be a daunting, insurmoutable task. Mallory suffered no such limitation. Fully sheathed within her, Harrison drew his hips back, returning her kiss with equal fury. Thrusting forward, he got himsle fback in her. It felt...excellent. He turned, adn sat himself on the bed, keeping her in his lap, and sliding her back anf forth, working himself in her with more speed, more urgency. If he was being honest with himself, it had been sometime since he'd taken the time to be with someone. The fact that it was his secretary, someone he positiviely should not be with, added a certain layer to it that he hadn't felt in a while. Maybe the forbidden fruit was the best.

Harrison wanted a better hold on her, but she was pressed far too tightly for anything like that. She was...energetic to say the least. Amused, gratified, and pleased with this discovery, he rolled them both over, planting her back onto the bed, and set about getting more serious His hips moved with mroe force, plunging in and out hard enough that it was becoming audible every time he moved. He'd been right earlier, when asked out for a drink. Whatever Mallory had planned had been considerably better than his normal routine.
 
The moment he sat down and kept her moving on him, while she was moaning, she almost took it upon her to just push him down and take control because she was at that point where she wanted to feel more. He was so big inside of her yet he felt amazing. That point where the pain she felt upon penetration was gone, she now felt so good that she wanted to keep feeling good. And doing that, she wanted to ride him until there was no tomorrow. But before she even could, Mallory found herself on her back and it was all out the window.

Her arms were around him, holding on tight, able to still dig her nails deep into his skin until it got to that point where she couldn’t even hold on. She lost control. Her moans turned into cries and her arms reach back so her hands can latch onto the pillow. Her eyes were shut and her body was shaking. She could feel the build up and it was oh so delicious. It was like an internal struggle but at the same time it wasn’t. She wanted to hang on, hang onto the bit and ounce of control she had left, wanted this to last longer but with how he was driving into her, he was making it impossible to. She found herself slipping. The build up had reached its peak and she was falling, falling so hard until she just cried out, waves of pleasure of her rippling orgasm surging through her like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Esther had gotten up to go to the bathroom because with how much wine she downed, she had a pressing need to pee. She stumbled a little bit, in her groggy and still somewhat inebriated sense of mind until she finally got to the bathroom. When she got back to her room and lay down, it took her a moment to fall back asleep. And that’s when she heard loud moaning. She knew Mallory’s moaning because this wasn’t the first time she brought a guy back home. And while she smiled and let herself start to drift, realization kicked in. The man Mallory was with had to be Harrison Trenton.
 
Harrison wasn't sure how long he was going to last in Mallory, feeling her nails bite into him, digging deep enough he actually wondered if she was drawing blood. And it felt exquisite. She was losing it quickly, her control falling apart as she began to writhe under him. While he was sure that he could have lasted a bit longer, the feel of her as she began her orgasm, and the sound of her cries as she reached that peak proved to be too much for him. With a hissing groan, he ground his hips into her, burying himself as deeply as he could, before letting go. He shot into her, keeping her close as he did, and stifling some of her later cries with his lips, smothering them beneath a heavy kiss. Still over her, he felt her subsiding, and so did he. He leaned back just a little, and took a good look at Mallory.

The way she was breathing hard, the sheen of sweat on her making sure that he didn't lose his firmness completely. Gods, he wasnted to go again, he wanted another chance at her. And he had the hunch that she might be willing for another round as well. He leaned back down onto her, kissing her neck, and then idl toying across her breasts with a hand.
"Are you spent then Miss Joyner? Or are you ready for more?" He murmurer in her ear. It was a terrible thing to ask. After all, if she wasn't, would she tell him? Or worry about disappointing him? On some level, Harrison just did not care, so long as he got another shot at Mallory.
 
Feeling him fill her as deeply and warmly as he did, she shuddered and it was almost enough to spur on another orgasm for her. Almost. If anything, Mallory was still reeling after the first one that even as the last wave of it coursed through her body, she felt delicious aftershocks. Goodness, how long had it been? Too long in her opinion since she was used to getting some every month or so. It had been almost six months since her last time. Compared to some people—cough, cough, Esther, cough,--it was nothing but for what Mallory was used to, it felt like a ten year long dry spell. She was so incredibly sated. Yet, she wanted more. She wanted more of this man, many times to come and she’d have it. She’d have all he had to offer her. She wouldn’t take anything less. She was forever ruined for future men. No one was like Harrison Trenton. No one could even compare.

Panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes blinked open and she blushed softly, turning her head, so her face moved away from his in her bashfulness. Her hand came up to cover one side and she smiled, nodding her head. But she didn’t speak to answer his question, well one of them. She wanted him again. Hell, she wanted him all night if she could and if he could get it up that fast. So instead, turning her face back to his, one hand moved around his cheek before sliding up into the back of his hair and she brought his face down to hers so her lips could push to his in a deep and heated kiss, that begged for him to take her again. Her legs wrapped around his hips and her other hand moved on the other side of his head, into his hair and she moaned into his lips. Her hips pushed up to his suggestively—but obviously. Mallory was good to go again.
 
Harrison accepted Mallory's kiss easily, and felt her hips pushing up against him. It was a way of accepting that he certainly didn't have any trouble interpreting. Running a hand along her side, he pulled her onto her side, and kept them close. The way she'd moved her hips had cured him of any beginnings of softness after his orgasm, He held them tight to one another, drawing out the kiss, and thursting his hips into her again. Wanting a little mroe Aggression this time, He slid down, pulling out of her, before getting a firm hold on her legs, and half pulling her from the bed, getting her in a position that she was half hanging off, her knees on the floor.

Harrison knelt between her legs, making sure they were apart, before thrusting back into her. From this position he could feel the pentration of her more keenly, and he knew it had to be more intense for her as well. His hands went to her hips, keeping a grip on her, adn began to plunge into her quickly. He wasn't looking to draw this time out at all, he was actually wondering just how fast he might be able to get her off this time. One hand reached between them, fingering her clitoris as he kept pounding into her. His breathing was getting ragged from the exertion, and he felt perfectly wonderous as he worked on her. he put a little mroe effort into his thrusts, and he noted that every thrid or fourth was actually hard enough to push her bed into the wall with a faint thump. he had the vague thought that such a sound might travel in the house, adn only hoped Esther was in a state of drunken unconsciousness.
 
She moaned into his mouth feeling the first thrust of round two. Her body was still so sensitive that just the slightest of movement was enough to get her back into the swing of things. While she wasn’t about to cum yet, she was definitely ready for another. And another. And another. And several more that he was willing to give her, if he could, if this night could see plenty more orgasms for Mallory Joyner.
Her hands gripped the edge of her bed, gripping onto the duvet that was already threatening to slip off from their earlier rigorous activity. Her back was arched and her head tilted back. She could scream but something was holding her back. Maybe the knowledge that Esther was in the room across from hers and the walls weren’t paper thin but neither did they have the best insulation. But when Harrison got going…it seemed when Harrison was determined…well who she was to deny him the full throttle of her pleasure?

Mallory cried out with each hard and fast thrust he dealt her. It shook her body, it shook her bed, hell she was sure her bottom might be sore from how intensely he thrust. Not just her bottom, but her entire body. It was like he was trying to dig so deep to break her but this was a time she would be so willing to be broken. Her arm came up around the back of his neck, causing her body to push back into his even more. She breathed hard, her heart pounding in her chest intensely and in her head, the pulse vibrating just like it felt her entire body was vibrating inwardly. Oh, it wouldn’t be long. Not long at all. That build was happening. And it was delicious. It made her scream. He made her scream.

Esther was awake and even if she still was a bit drunk, the last thing she wanted to hear was her best friend and her best friend’s boss going at it. She was sitting up, her knees to her chest and two pillows sandwiched to her ears. Damn Mallory for borrowing her earphones otherwise she could blast some Manson or Zombie into her ears and happily go to sleep to something about dirty rock stars or totally sick bubblegum. She groaned, closing her eyes and whimpering. Why wouldn’t this end? Why couldn’t they just screw once and go to bed so she could go to bed? What a way to kill a girl’s buzz.

Frowning, she fell onto her side, her head on one pillow she had sandwiched to her ear and the other pillow on top of her face and she held them all down. Maybe she could suffocate herself. Maybe she could try to sing a song in her head. Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind, hey Mickey!... That went on until the song became more annoying than the sounds of two humans bumping uglies across from her room.

Giving up, she threw the pillows away from her and got off of her bed. Looking down at her clothes though, well now wrinkly clothes since she slept in them, Esther frowned again. She made quick task of changing. She was stripped down to her panties and pulled on a pale blue tank top and flannel pajama bottoms that were bright pink in color with cute little green frogs on them. She ran her hand through her hair exasperatedly and walked out of her room, going straight to Mallory’s door with every intention of being a super cock-blocker. But then thought against it at the last minute and instead went to make herself a cup of tea after downing two glasses of ice cold water. Once her tea was made, she sat down on the couch after putting on Never Been Kissed. She was wide awake and had no intention of sleeping. Oh yeah, both Mallory and Harrison were in big trouble. They were just lucky that tomorrow was Sunday, not Monday. Otherwise there would be hell to pay. So for now, she enjoyed her Yogi tea and Drew Barrymore’s awkwardness and quirkiness. After all, the girl just wanted someone perfect to kiss. Esther could relate. She didn’t want to kiss just anyone either. She wanted it to be…the kiss. A girl could dream…
 
Gods, she was loud, and by all the Gods and their mothers, he loved hearing her when she got this wound up. Hearing a woman call out while the had sex was fortifying to his ego. Having her scream...that was a sign that he was officially doing better than average, and made him smirk. He put a bit mroe pressure on her clitoris, and leaned forward, letting her hand pull them tighter together. The mroe pressure they had, the more she started to lift off of the bed a little, ad he reached his hand around, tightening it up on her breast, rolling the nipple, and squeezing. The screams were enough to set him off quite firmly. Feeling himself tighten inside of her, Harrison shot into Mallory for the second time that night.

It wasn't terribly common for him to have two in such rapid succession. There really might have been something to the forbidden fruit theory he'd had. He'd have to experiment on this a little farther.
 
It was a long orgasm that struck. Like lightning that repeatedly hit one mountain peak over and over again. It felt like with each thrust, he set off another firework. With each stroke of her clitoris, her body jolted and spasmed. His hands on her, his touch, rough touch to her soft skin. All of it spurred on the more intense orgasm of her life and with how he was taking her, it wasn’t very surprising. She didn’t even know if she cried out. She did cry his name out, she just wasn’t aware of it. She basically let the entire household know who was doing her. And she wasn’t even one bit ashamed. Feeling his warm essence inside of her, she groaned deeply, letting him go and leaning forward on the bed. Her body gave out, she couldn’t move and if he were to touch her anywhere, she’d moan, she was that hypersensitive at the moment. Her arms folded over on the bed, her cheek rested on them and her eyes were closed. All that could be heard from her was her breathing which was trying to regulate into some semblance of normalcy.

Even with the movie on, she heard Mallory and it made Esther cringe. “Fuck me.” She whispered, leaving the movie on and went out on their little balcony. It was a lovely night out, fresh air and when she shut the door behind her…silence. She let out a soft sigh as she sat down on the comforting chair and relaxed back. She finished her tea and simply stared up at the night sky. Even with all the lights of Manhattan out and about, Esther could still see the natural light and the stars, even in this darkness. All of this was so relaxing.

With a yawn, she pulled a porch blanket over her and the lounge chair and turned on her side. Now this, this made it easy to fall asleep. She wouldn’t be imagining of her best friend in bed with her boss. No, it was a peaceful sleep. Just what she needed. She hadn’t done this in a while. Sleeping outside. It was like camping. But better!
 
Harrison sighed, and withdrew from Mallory. Gods, that had been a good run. Quite a bit of fun. She looked a little wiped out, but Harrison had one last card to play really. One last thing he thought might do the trick. He took a deep breath, and then very calmly flipped Mallory over. He wasn't giving her warning, or a chance to prepare. And if he was going to do this, he needed to amke sure she didn't get the chance to cool down very much. Her being in a state of heightened sensitivity was cruicial. beofre she could form a coherent line of questioning, he knelt low, and ran his tongue up her entrance. He lingered more when he reached her clitrois, circling it, going in to wrap his lips around it, suckling on it, beofre going back down. His spread his tongue out, covering her entirely, his upper lip catching on her clitoris, keeping it stimulated, while he brough a hand up. Pressing the middle finger of his hand into her, he penetrated her all over again, his tongue sliding up again, keeping constant stimulation going on her. As heightened as he knew she was, there was not going to be any way she'd be able to hold off for long. His free hand started to slide up her body, while he worked his finger in and out of her. He loved the feel of her sweat slicked body, and his work was doing nothing to alleviate that condition. he could feel new beads breaking out on her, and his hand finally reached her breast. He wrapped it firmly, running the rough, calloused skin of his fingers across it, squeezing gently, adn then not so gently, before switch breasts. All in all, it was a cacaphony of sensations for her to process. And he intended to make her ride this wave of stimulation until she got off at least another four to five times. There were very few finer ways to end an evenings festivities.
 
She was in her own state of mind, her own euphoric bliss that she didn’t know he was planning anything else. What else could he have planned? She was clearly more than sated. Sure, she could go for more but that would require moving and she couldn’t quite do that.
Next thing she knew, she was moving. She thought she was slipping or falling. But no, she was being turned around and when she opened her eyes to see, she saw Harrison before he went down…
A soft gasp came from her and her back arched against the bed. Her hand moved into the back of his hair and she gripped, holding on. Oh he was trying to kill her! Or he was simply making her forget the fact the last six months, she hadn’t gotten any. Now it didn’t exist. Because she was getting plenty for him. Already, her coherent mind became incoherent. And what came next? Well Mallory did.

Not once. Although the first—technically third—was as mind blowing as the last time but it just kept getting better and better. The second one, she screamed. The third one, she wasn’t sure if she would survive. By the time the fourth one came, she was trying to push him away and close her legs and when the fifth one came, she saw stars and had the faintest of smiles on her face. Five orgasms, back to back and it left her in this absolute state of bliss. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, hell she had no idea where she was or who she was. Her head rest on her shoulder, her eyes closed and it almost looked like she wasn’t breathing. Because at this point, her breathing regulated but she was so far gone. She wasn’t asleep yet but she was barely holding onto her consciousness. Now? All she wanted was to sleep. But better yet, she hoped it’d be in his arms.
 
Harrison always loved watching the process that a womn went through when he borught out this particular trick. It was always different, but never a dissapointment. The first time she came, it was as he expected. The second was faster than he thought, and he let go of her breast, knowing what might be coming next. The third made her tense up desperately, and he moved his free hand down to grip her leg. The fourth caused her to try and pull away from him, and he held her in place. The fifth was when he withdrew, slowly, quietly, nursing her down from the new height she was currently at. When he was fully done, he looked up at her. A blank smile on her face, it was clear to harrison that Mallory had checked out now, and wasn't going to be much good to anyone for a while, until he mind had a chance to reboot itself. A pity on one hand, since he was still keyed up, but he never complained if this was why a woman wasn't able to return a favour. It was his own fault after all.

He slid onto the bed, pulling Mallory up onto it fully. She made no real effort to resist him, and he made sure they'd be warm enough by casting a blanket over them. Sliding an arm under her shoulders, he pulled her onto him, and enfolded her. He planted a kiss on the top of her head.
"See you in the morning Mallory." He murmured. He leaned back, and let himself drift off to sleep.

Morning came with it's predictable inevitability. Harrison opened his eyes to find Mallory still asleep on him. He smiled. he hardly blamed her. She'd had a big night after all. He very carefully extricated himself from her, making sure not to wake her. He pulled on pants, adn left the bedroom. He looked around the apartment. Esther's door was open, but she was clearly not within. The living room was mildly in dissarray from when he last saw it, and it looked like a movie had been playing for a short time. And then he saw Esther asleep on the balcony. Unless she really enjoyed sleeping outside, which he doubted, it was highly probable that she'd been driven out there by the sounds that he'd bene forcing out of Mallory. He half winced. Nothing for it now. All he could do was be prepared to try and make it up to her. He pulled his cell out of his pocket, and made a call.

The delivery only took ten minutes, and he thanked the man who brought it, tuipping him well. He went back into the kitchen, and set to work. Eggs, the veyr finest eggs in the city, or pactically anywhere else. Bacon, freshly cut when he called, and lean enough that there was very little fat, only well cured meat. He set it on the pan first, while at the same time sliding out a still piping hot loaf of bread. It was the best way he knew to wake people. The scent of good food being made. The coffee machine gurgled, announcing that the top end imported blend was ready, and he poured a cup. He took a long drink, and sighed. Good way to get things rolling. He began on the eggs, whipping them to an even consistantcy before pouring them into a small pan. He loved to cook. It was almost therapeutic. And it was the least he could do after all was said in done. Esther had been driven from her room and Mallory...well, she'd done veyr well by Harrison's standards last night. On some level he did hope Esther would come to first, giving him the chance to apologise. With thta thought, he poured her a mug of coffee, and carefully opened the door to the balcony. He set the mug down, and went back inside, leaving the door open so the scent of breakfast might reach her.
 
Mallory was spent and that was made clear, not only by the very blissful look and smile on her face but also the fact she was incoherent and couldn’t even speak. So the moment that Harrison lay her on top of him, she had her arms around him sort of and was gone. She didn’t even say goodnight. She was gone. Utterly spent and even in the morning, she didn’t wake. She was dead awake. It was like that time in Freaky Friday when the mom and daughter switched and the mom in the daughter’s body couldn’t get the daughter in the mom’s body awake. That’s how asleep she was. Even the slightest or a lot of movement did nothing. She was still out.

Esther as well had slept quite peacefully. She felt so relaxed. She was having such a nice dream and it was something she really wanted. To be touched, to feel amazing pleasure, and to scream overall. In her dream, she was with a man. He was handsome, with such soft hair, strong hands, a beautiful jaw she adored to kiss and then when she got a look at his face, she realized who it was. But it didn’t alarm her to wake her from her dream. No, if anything she certainly loved where it had gone. She screamed the way she heard Mallory. Not the same way or pitch but whatever this guy did to her, she had seen fireworks.

Morning came and it was kind of a rude awakening when she woke up and found that it was all a dream. But realizing who the man was in the dream, her cheeks flushed. She rubbed her eyes, needing to rid them off the tiredness and sleep and sat up on the lounge, looking out at the beautiful morning. She had to admit, this place had a great view. From the third floor, she could see nice of the city outlook and in the morning, it was the best to see it. Then a lovely aroma filled her nostrils. She looked to the side and saw coffee. Well, she hated coffee but considering everything, she was very welcomed to it. She took it and sipped and closed her eyes. Even if she hated coffee, she could appreciate really great coffee. And this was astounding!

Looking back, she saw the balcony door open and heard things happening in the kitchen. Curious, she got up with her cup of coffee, straightening out her clothing and poked her head inside. She got a great view of chiseled back and when her eyes went lower, she got a great view of his delectable derriere. She swallowed hard and it all came back to her. Fuck me… Her cheeks went red. Really red.

Walking inside, she shut the balcony door behind her, a little louder than she meant to and moved to the kitchen. She sat down on a stool in front of the little breakfast bar and placed her mug of coffee before her. She was silent and looked everywhere but him. It wasn’t just because she heard her roommate and also collectively him as well. It was also because she had a dream. A really hot and delicious dream. And the main male lead? Harrison Trenton.
And now here he was. Shirtless. And basically being a tease without even knowing it. It was so not normal to be vying after the man her roommate had just slept with. This was not normal! And he was her lawyer too. Fuck. My. Life. She wanted to push her head down onto the counter and just groan out of frustration. But she didn’t. Instead, after her eyes surveyed the entire spread of what he was making, she finally spoke.
“Morning.”
 
Harrison heard the door shut, and knew that Esther was awake, and in the apartment again. And that was good. Using a seperate pan, he put just a dab of bacon grease on it, adn made toast from the loaf of bread. The rgease gave it the cahce to not become fused to the pan, and overall made a much better toast than any toaster ever could. Harrison levered the first set of eggs off of the pan, and onto the bread. He added bacon to the top, and made a sandwich out of it. With a quick motion he used the flipper to cut it in half, and then turned to Esther. He set the plate in front of her, and sighed.
"Good morning Miss Martin. Or would you prefer Esther?" He asked. He hesitated, not actually used to this particular moment. Sure, he'd been with plenty of women who had roommates, but not when the roommate was his client, and the woman was his secretary. It was a very different moment.

"As it seems I was a touch...over zealous...last night, I would like to apologise for driving you out of doors last night. It was not my intent." He said to her calmly. It had been his intent to drive Mallory insensate, adn he'd succeeded at that task. Quite well in fact. But it was another day, and he needed to make sure that he didn't dso anything monumentally stupid to screw things up here. After all, if Esther was feeling particularly petty, all she'd have to do was spread a rumour that Harrison and Mallory were together, adn it could cause untold troubles at work. But he didn't think that Esther was quite that petty or spiteful.
 
“Esther, please.” She offered. “Come on Mr. Trenton. We’re in mine and Mallory’s apartment. No formalities necessary. So buck up and tell me I can call you Harrison.” She smiled gently, basically to show him that while she might basically give him hell for what he and Mallory did, she was not offended and neither would she ruin either of them by telling anyone. Why would she? And do exactly what Donnie did to her to others? Yeah, that’s a cheap shot in paying it forward.

When he set the food in front of her, her eyes widened as she picked up one half of the sandwich. Gourmet breakfast. Her eyes widened and just as she was going to take a bite of it, she heard him apologize. She looked up immediately and carefully put down the half sandwich and swallowed hard. Well hell, she just wanted to give him hell about it but now she really couldn’t since he apologized. But he was being so serious about it. This guy had to take a chill pill or a bottle.

With a gracious smile, she nodded her head. “For the record, you guys didn’t drive me out of the apartment. I really love sleeping on the balcony. If anything, I’ll just see the super about maybe getting some walls insulated.” She shrugged, biting back a shit-eating grin as she took a big sip of her coffee. Even if she herself was a bit conflicted considering the hot dream she had about this man—she was in her own hell because he was fucking shirtless—the best way to push through it in her opinion was to just give him hell and make jokes. That’s the way her dad did it when he knew Esther heard him and her mother late at night, when they thought she was asleep. She was. But man, it sucked not to have good insulation!

“Hey, at least this time, I didn’t wake up to hearing my parents.” She grinned, looking at him now. “So…it’s progress.” She said it so sweetly too, not just picking fun on him but using her own misfortune as a joke. That’s how she was taught to make a joke.
 
Harrison nodded in agreement. She was being rather gracious about things overall, so he couldn't think poorly of her.
"Very well then Esther. You can most certainly call me Harrison. But come, eat your breakfast. It's better when it's fresh." He told her, going back to preparing another serving. He listened to her speak about better insulation, and the...progress. "I would definitely call it an upgrade. And if your super is agreeable to changing things, I can give you the number of a good contractor. She does good work on things like this." He informed her with a smile. Felicia had done more than a little work for him in the past, and her work had been spectacular. In more ways than one. He allowed himself a smile.

His phone rang. A merry little jingle that said it was buisness. He lifted the phone, while adding the needed seasoning to the eggs.
"This is Trenton." He said calmly. He smiled. "Ah, principal Stinson. Yes, the meeting went well enough I suppose. What's that? You have a police report saying that Esther was involved in a pornagraphic video shoot when she was younger? And it's on her record now? Well, I've a dated, and notarized copy straight from the police statin that mentions nothing of this. Why yes, I'd be hapy to have another meeting today. Say, three o'clock? Excellent, see you there." He hung up the phone, and looked at Esther. "So...we've another meeting today."
 
“Of course, thank you again. You didn’t have to do any of this by the way Harrison. I mean you slept with Mallory, quite loudly, if I might add. You didn’t marry the girl.” She teased. “We could have eaten…” She looked around the kitchen as if in thought. What could they have eaten? She hadn’t done the grocery shopping. “Oatmeal?” She shrugged. There was always oatmeal. That’s because Mallory always liked to get it, yet she wouldn’t eat it. And when she’d try to push the gooey mush onto Esther, she put her foot down instantly. Esther hated oatmeal. It was the most disgusting thing ever next to grits. She just didn’t understand. What were people thinking when they made this stuff?

Either way, Esther finally picked up her half of the sandwich and she started to eat. One bit and she melted. It was so good. Could she hire a man who was a lawyer to come make her food everyday? She cooked and she prided herself in being good but there was also something about eating something someone else made that actually tasted good. And considering Mallory did no cooking whatsoever—honestly, Esther preferred that since the last time Mallory cooked, they ended up going out to IHOP for breakfast since she burned everything! How does someone suck as cooking so much?—this was a real treat for Esther. He was good looking, a lawyer, and he could cook? Jeez, she was wracking up quite the debt. She’d have to find a way to pay him back.

Then he went on the phone. She ate happily until he said that. She did a porno? When? She nearly spit out her food. Instead, she choked on a bit of bacon and put her sandwich down, taking her mug of coffee and taking a big gulp. It was still piping hot. So at least she was no longer choking. But her throat was a little bit singed from gulping that much hot coffee. She coughed and rubbed her throat, using her other hand to wipe her eyes. Finally getting her composure back together, she looked at him and smiled, though weakly and her appetite having vanished.
“Joy. I really do love these meetings.” The sarcasm in her voice was so thick, it’d be need to be cut with a special kind of sharp thingy. Standing, she took her plate and got out the Saran wrap. She wrapped it and then put her plate in the fridge, sighing softly. “Thank you for breakfast Harrison.” She said softly.

She turned and reached for her mug of coffee and then got out of his way. “Does Mallory need to be present at the meeting? Or would you like her to just be there for your sake?” Okay, that might be her last teasing remark for right now. Until Mallory woke up.
 
Harrison dished up another sandwich, and set it aside. Mallory would need to eat.
"Oh, once this is over, there's paperwork to go through. So I'll actually need her to come in to work today." Harrison admitted. He looked at her calmly as she spoke of oatmeal. "And oatmeal is a vile concotion, saved for the worst of humanity, and cruel masochists who convince themselves that they somehow enjoy it." He looked so serious he had to be joking. "And I will not hear of someone eating such, not when I can prevent it." The way he soke, it seemed as though he might be talking about someone having to eat their litle sister, rather than a hot oat cereal. He cracked into a smile. "And besides. I like eggs."

Harriosn did some math in his head. Mallory was still asleep, and if he was any kind of judge, she'd be out for a while yet with what she'd been through last night... and he needed her awake enough to be useful today. He smiled, and pulled out his phone. Mallory had a specific ringtone on her phone, he'd made sure of it. When he called her with his business phone. It sounded like an alarm was going off, and was garunteed to rouse anyone was was still breathing. he dialled,adn left the phone on the counter a moment.
"This wil be the last meeting. Even if Mrs. Reeves doesn't heed my advice, and persists with the suit, I can have any of the evidence thrown out of court. Sleeman is desperate now. He trumped up a fake charge, adn we cna prove it easily. After that, it's just a wrap up procedure, and some paperwork. Unless you want to counter sue."

As he was saying this, a blaring klaxon alarm started to go off in Mallory's room, the phone still in one of her jean pockets. It was loud enough in kitchen to be distinct,m and harriosn knew it must be nearly deafening in the bedroom. He smiled, adn waited for his phone to acknowledge that she had answered.
 
Esther nodded her head and smiled a little faintly. Was it sad that she was envious of her roommate? Yes, yes it was incredibly sad. Once this was over she wanted to run to the store and pick up some ice cream. She already had her movie in. Why not indulge a little bit? It wouldn’t hurt her. And it’s not like anyone would be home. It’d just be her and Drew tonight. Both fantasizing about that one epic kiss. Her head tilted at the thought of it. She liked the thought of it. It wasn’t Esther being sad or pathetic. It was just she wasn’t like Mallory. And usually, if she went out, she went out with Mallory. She went out with her yesterday along with Harrison. She just got the vaguest impression that Mallory no longer wanted her there once they did get to the bar. It’s okay. She wouldn’t want to be a third wheel anyways.
And considering how last night went for them apparently, she didn’t want to be a cock blocker either.

“Well then, thank you Harrison. It’s really appreciate. I would like to pay you back for all of this somehow. The case, the food, everything.” She said softly. Even if it was pro bono, she had to do something. She would make the rest of the Martins bow their heads in shame if she didn’t. Not that she was forcing herself. She was raised and grew up with the notion that it’s always good to give more than take. Perhaps that’s why she was a slight pushover too and hardly stood up for herself. But she didn’t like to be rude to people, even if they were deserving of it. “And before you try to say no, save it. I won’t be having any of it. Understand?” She asked.

Mallory jumped the moment her phone went off, as if someone was dying and she was needed at attention immediately. She got up from the bed to find the offensive noise and when she found her phone in her jeans she wore from last night, she accepted the call and breathlessly but also incredibly awake and alert, she was back to being Mallory, the secretary. “Yes Mr. Trenton, what can I do for you?” As if she forgot. And then the soreness and tenderness in between her legs kicked in and she bit her lower lip in a whimper. She moved way too fast. Her bare bottom sank down into the mattress and she lay on her back. Oh, her body ached but in that delicious way. She was exhausted and every vivid image of her and Harrison played out in her head.

God yes, he fucked her. He fucked her so good, she was going to be not at her best that day.
 
"Ah, Miss Joyner, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Harrison said calmly into his phone. The sacasm was heavy enough he had t be careful not to step in it. "There's been a new meeting scheduled for this afternoon, and it's likely to be the last. So there'll be paperwork to file, so I'll be needing you at the office to ensure it's all processed properly. And I know it's a Sunday, so I'll offer you the normal overtime for coming in." He said very calmly, flipping over some more eggs. "And your breakfast is ready, so you might want to get dressed enough to eat. Coffee is available as well." He told her. "See you shortly." He hung up. There was a smile on his face. He had gained far too much enjoyment out of that.

"Now then Esther. Did you want any actions taken against Donnie because of this charge he leveled? At the very least I can get him forcibly transferred schools to prevent any difficulties." Harrison told Esther as he set his phone on the counter again. It was odd, him talking business this easily wihle cooking. He'd not really been involved like this with clients, or anyone close to his clients. He was just glad it hadn't turned into something too terribly awkward. It certainly had all of the hallmarks and risks that it could have. He paused. The morning wasn't fully running yet, and he had little doubt that Esther had a few shoice words and quips for her roommate. He finished making the last of the sandwiches, adn set them out. He sat on a stool. All told, this could make for an interesting bit of morning entertainment.
 
She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words. Oh, he was an asshole. He was a major asshole indeed. She could speak right now if she wanted. But she might end up being too seethed and just might tell him to fuck off. So she kept quiet and simply nodded her head, even if he couldn’t see her. When he hung up, she hung up and groaned softly, pushing her phone to the side of her. She turned on her side and closed her eyes, sighing heavily. “Asshole. Asshole. Asshole.” She grumbled.

Mallory finally stood and proceeded to shower and get dressed. Thankfully, after the shower she felt a lot more alive but she would have loved to sleep the entire day away. She needed it.

Esther looked to him after he got off the phone with Mallory. Her eyes were shining with amusement and she was doing all she could not to laugh. Oh, she’d be pissed when she came out there but then again, so could she. Esther could be really pissed for numerous reasons. She wasn’t going to address them to Mallory in front of Harrison. Maybe later. She didn’t really speak up but if she was mad at anyone, it was Mallory. Harrison was just a guy, an outside party. Besides, he at least apologized and made breakfast. Mallory on the other hand…

“I don’t want to sue. But I don’t want to teach him. I don’t even want him at the school.” She said softly. “Hell, if you must, just ruin the bastard. I don’t care anymore.” She was pissed alright. This kid was ruining her career and for what? What point could he possibly have to prove? That no one said no to him? Ugh, high school. At this moment, Esther was really considering to just teach ninth graders and teach seniors when she wasn’t even a decade older than them. At least this stuff wouldn’t be happening.

Mallory came out about twenty minutes later after the rude awakening and she was wearing a blouse with a black vest and pinstripe trousers with black peep toe heels. Her hair was tied back in a nice bun with her bangs over her forehead and her mouth watered at the very sight of not just Harrison shirtless but the food he was making. “Oh my god, he cooks.” She was learning something new about him everyday. She took a plate and just started going at it. Esther was a little bit shocked. She waited a little bit. Even when Mallory finished her food and was just sipping on coffee, she still didn’t apologize.

So Esther pushed herself off the wall and nodded to them both. “You should eat too Harrison. I’ll go get ready and…yeah.” She said softly, rounding the corner of the breakfast bar. She didn’t even say anything to Mallory. Esther just went to her room and shut the door and proceeded to shower.
Once Esther was gone, Mallory looked to Harrison. “I can’t believe you made all of this. It’s so delicious.” She said softly, quite floored by it all. Then again she really shouldn’t be since Esther did all the cooking. She always had food cooked for her.

“So what’s the new investment? Why another meeting?” She asked.
 
Harrison nodded. He had a few tricks left up his sleeve for dealing with Donnie.
"I can have him moved to a school across the city, adn if that fails to be satisfactory, I can see to it he's black listed by every school in the state. But that might be a last resort. This whole thing should be done by the end of today, and you'll be back to work by tomorrow." Harrison told Esther. There was no trace of doubt in his voice. he wasn't telling her something that he hoped, he was explaining exactly what he semed to know was going to happen.

Harrison noted the way Esther reacted to Mallory. And more importantly in some ways, he noted how Mallory didn't react to Esther. She didn't even acknowledge that she was there. Harrison kept the distaste from his face. it wasn't his problem, or concern how the two women got on, provided that they weren't trying to kill each other in front of him. Or over him. Well, maybe over him could be amusing... he banished that thought. He was not the kind of attention seeking jerk who would relish to see something like that. Nonetheless, he did dig into his breakfast, glad that he had been able to make it work, even with the electric stove. Getting gas appliances in a place like this was akin to striking oil.
"Cooking is one of the heandful of things that I rarely pay another person to do for me. I enjoy doing it, and find that it helps to give me some...purpose in the mornings." He admitted. "Sleeman has made his move with false evidence, so we need this to be a final meeting to resolve the issue. After that, I'll need you to work on getting the last of the paperwrk filed for the case. It should only take a few hours at most." he explained to her.
 
Esther stripped herself of her clothes and then got into the shower. It was a nice warm one which definitely woke her up a bit more than she had been, even after the little bit she ate. When she finished her shower, she dried her hair so it would be somewhat cooperating and then went back to her room and started getting dressed. She put on a black spaghetti strapped tank top and then a sheer light blue camisole over it with short sleeves. On the bottoms she went with dark gray skinny jeans and then her black ankle boots. She decided to leave her hair untied and pulled it over one shoulder and once she was ready, she walked out of her room and then stopped after stepping out of it, standing before the door.

Well she didn’t want to intrude while they ate breakfast. And well she did want to run to the store. So maybe she could just meet them at the firm? Yeah, she liked that idea a lot. Granted, she hated the idea of driving in Manhattan traffic to get there and hated even more to parallel park but she’d do it if it meant she wouldn’t be considered as a third wheel or major cock blocker. With a sigh, she went back into her room and grabbed her bag and then her keys, making sure her wallet and phone and other stuff in her bag were there before she walked out again.

Mallory smiled at him and nodded her head. “I can very much agree with that.” She said softly. “Esther’s a great cook. She’s the one that always cooks. I can’t cook to save my life. Without her, I’d be eating TV dinners.” She laughed softly and shrugged.
As he explained about why she had to be in work, she nodded her head. “That’s fine. I don’t mind.” She really didn’t and she could use the extra money too.
“So, about last night—“ She started when Esther walked into the kitchen looking ready to go.

“Sorry to interrupt. I was going to run to the store. I thought I’d just meet you guys at the firm, if that’s okay.” But she wasn’t really asking, more just like a courtesy.

“Yeah, that’s fine Esther. Morning by the way.” Mallory offered a smile, sipping her coffee.
Esther’s responding smile wasn’t exactly bright but she wasn’t about to break her façade now. “Morning Mal. I hope you slept well.”
“Like a baby.” She smiled.
“I can’t imagine why.” But her sarcasm towards her was a bit dry, as if she wasn’t even trying, as if she didn’t even care to be. She was too pissed off at her roommate to want to be sarcastically playful at the moment.

Mallory raised a brow and opened her mouth to ask when Esther just waved. She heard Harrison on the phone. He had said at 3 so she’d be there at 2:30. Okay, maybe 2:50.
Walking out of the apartment, she shut the door and locked it before continuing on, going to her car and leaving for the store. Well she took her time. Making some stops before the store. After all, she was hoping to get back home to put the ice cream away before she went to the firm.

Mallory shook her head at Esther’s hasty departure. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” She muttered to herself, clearly oblivious before standing and going to wash her dishes and Harrison’s if he was done.
“So, back to what I was saying earlier. About last night…” She trailed off, wondering if he’d get her drift and just pick up on it. Maybe…clarify some things?
 
Harrison slid his now empty plate towards mallory when she started to gather them up. Cook, he might, but dishes? Not for years. A combination of a dishwasher and cleaning staff meant he'd not scrubbed a plate in years. If she was willing to take on that particular task, so much the better. Besides, he had a lot on his mind. Squaring away the case occupied a bare trace of his mind, it was as good as over. But Esther as she'd been leaving had looked...distracting to say the least. And she was going to be at the office looking like that... it could be harder to focus. But he called his mind back to task. There were questions to be answered, well, ones that needed to be answered actually. And he had an answer of his own first.

"Wrong side of the balcony actually." Harrison supplied, sipping his coffee, referring to the newly departed Esther. He collected his thoughts carefully to address her question. He could torpedo this right here and now, have it out of the way, and settled in a neat little box as a wild night of her life that she'd recall for a long time. Few men were willing to spend the time that he was on their partner, and drive them to the heights that he could. But at the same time, there was no denying that there was both an attracton, and affection for Mallory. And that could be explored a little farther perhaps. "Last night will have to remain discreet. From the firm I mean. the level of trouble it would bring is...high. For both of us, but mostly for you Mallory. But if you're willing to be discreet, and shoulder the risk...then I see no reason that we can't explore this more fully. Or if you wish, you can walk away from it. Call it a fine night for all involved, and leave it at that." Harrison believed in being honest with a woman he was involved with. One way or another, they would know where he stood with them.
 
Mallory looked at him with a confused look on her face and a tilt of her head. “Wrong side of the balcony? What was she—“ And then it occurred to her and she swallowed hard. “Oh god…” She didn’t even realize. Oh man, she so did not even realize.
“And I just—“ She lowered her head, her hands in the sink as she was still doing the dishes and shook her head. She was so embarrassed. She hardly acknowledged her best friend and she didn’t even apologize. And now it all made sense. Why Esther jetted out as fast as she did. God, Mallory sucked so bad as a friend sometimes. “Shit, I am a terrible person.” She murmured, shaking her head.

Looking to him, as he explained everything about how they had to keep this low profile basically as far as the firm was concerned and she understood that. She wouldn’t want to jeopardize anything for him or for herself or ruin what they could have. He even made it clear that he wanted to explore this. As did she. Drying her hands on the towel after turning the water off, she went to him and stood beside him, facing him now. “So then…I can do this?” She asked, leaning in and kissed him softly, tentatively since she was unsure but she also just really wanted to kiss him. Really, really bad. Hell, maybe they had time to…
 
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