Lahat ng Kabanata ng SEEING HEART: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Erik I watched her sleep until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I kept thinking about how wrong I was about her when I assumed she was just another vulgar woman in nice wrapping. Harley is so eclectic in her tastes and able to have discussions on almost any topic it’s such a turn on, and she asks interesting questions that lead to exciting trains of thoughts. Maybe it was the pot, maybe it was just her. When I wake up the next morning, Harley is already gone, and my sheets smell like her. The entire week I try to give Harley space. I can’t allow myself to get tempted to cross that line again. It’s near impossible with her. The best way to put a dead end to this is to make her dislike me, and the easiest way to make a woman hate you? Ignore her. It almost hurts me to do it, but it’s for the best. Avoiding her is harder than I thought it would be. After work I leave as fast as possible. I found myself training at Harry’s Boxing Gym every night working o

Erik I keep making the same mistake, over and over and I just did it again; I couldn’t keep myself away. I’m a fucking idiot, I tried the one thing I said I’d never do; tempt her away from her man. Now I’m marching home trying to get my head together. That moan Harley let out keeps playing over and over in my mind driving every drop of blood straight to my dick. It was the sexiest thing I ever heard. She didn’t mean to make it, I drew it out of her, and it drove me closer to the edge. Before they left their rooms, I had overheard Vanessa and Sam talking about their plans for the night: dancing, tequila, penis themed everything. Then they got to men and lap dancing my ears burned, and the longer they talked the more my jealousy consumed me. I couldn’t get it out of my head that maybe they’d be a bad influence on my Harley. I needed to keep an eye on her. Keep her out of trouble. That or if she did get into trouble, I’d make sure it was with me and not some gu

ErikMarco’s Fiat 500 really wasn’t made for people my height. I was thankful when we stopped at the gas station, it gave me a chance to unfold myself and stretch out my legs.I caught Harley watching me trying to get out, she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s like a clown car at the circus.”So far, it’s been a pleasant enough drive. At some point Harley dozed off, allowing me a chance to freely admire her a without getting caught.Everything about her draws me in. There’s an ache inside me that longs for her to be mine, though I don’t have a lot of time. I spoke to my brother Simon earlier this morning, one of our clients isn’t happy with some of the changes my temporary replacement is suggesting to the exterior of our design and is insisting I come back to personally oversee the project.As I wait for the tank to fill up, I watch Harley talk on the phone in the distance. The way her hair and dress blow in the wind is like something out of a painting. I could

ErikWe left a lot later than we had originally planned. After lunch Mr. Harrison showed me photos from Harley’s tournaments and some of her old trophies. It’s crazy to think she had such a different life, as if she was a whole different person. The pride radiating off him was obvious, but he shut down the moment I asked why Harley quit."Unfortunately, it’s not my place to tell you.” He grumbled and I respected the line he drew.I put the timeline together in my head. Harley quit fighting and left for Italy, maybe to run away from whatever made up give up her passion. It hurts to think about what might have happened to make her let go of all those years of training. Different things pop into my head, each worse than the previous, but I’ll never really know until she tells me. If she ever tells me. I haven’t really given her a reason to trust me with my seemingly flippant and unreliable attitude.Harley hasn’t fought in a long time, maybe she’s st

ErikI got to the bar to find Harley flirting with some guy. When she made her way over to the bar with him, we locked eyes and I could see she wasn’t surprised to see me at all, which means she knew I was here the whole time. That pisses me off even more. Is she playing games?I don’t know whether she’s trying to drive me insane intentionally. If I wasn’t so focused on keeping my ass on this stool, I’d be impressed by that kick she did, but all I see is the way she’s smiling at him and the way he’s looking at her. It makes me want to snap his neck.I should probably leave before I do something stupid, like snap his neck.Fuck.Harley’s sitting at the bar right now. She must know how incredible her breasts are looking right now with the way she’s leaning into them, there’s no way she doesn’t. If she’s flirting with some random guy while her John is out of town, then maybe she’s not the kind of woman I should be after.Fuck!