Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Bayleigh
Max and I head up the elevator and to my room. He slips a key card from his pocket and enters before me to do a sweep of the suite. As I wait in the corridor, I let myself think of Harper.
Years of therapy have helped me understand that I tend to compartmentalize aspects of my life, especially when it comes to my childhood. I can’t remember a time before Harper; she was born just three years after me.
We were more than sisters; we were best friends. We always knew we could count on each other for entertainment and support.
My passion for singing blossomed early on. I loved listening to songs on the radio and memorizing all the lyrics. Harper would join me, and we’d started harmonizing together. Our bond grew stronger over the shared love of music.
It was Harper who came up with our first song lyrics. She shared the words with me one day, and I instantly heard a tune in my head. We never had a chance to finish that song though, as that fateful journey which would take her away from me occurred the very next day.
Max appears in the doorway and, with a nod, resumes his stance outside my door. I type a quick message to Kelly, letting her know that I am back safe and going to bed, and that I’ll see her in the morning.
I head to the shower to wash the day off my skin. The warm water is comforting, and I start humming, lost in memories.
It’s not until I wrap a towel around me that I recognize the notes replaying in my head and realize it’s the song Harper and I started writing together.
A song hidden away for so long, yet always bubbling close to the surface.
I remember a line and sing it out loud, then frown. That’s actually quite good.
I quickly put a dressing gown on then open the Notes app on my phone to record the lyrics.
It is as if I release a dam within me. The words pour out effortlessly, just as they did when Harper and I first wrote them together. Even though it has been eighteen years, the lyrics are still crystal clear in my mind.
I write and hum and sing, completely lost in the creative burst of inspiration. It’s almost like Harper is sitting right beside me, and I am simply transcribing her thoughts. It’s magical but also bittersweet.
As I reach the chorus, tears fall down my face. They start slowly at first, but soon turn into uncontrollable sobs. I set my phone down and curl up on my bed, overwhelmed by emotion.
“Harper, I’m so, so sorry.” I weep as tears stream down my face and I finally let go of all the emotions I’ve been holding in for such a long time.
The sorrow and regret consume me, a heavy weight on my soul.
I weep for a life taken too soon, for the talent that will never be seen, and most of all, for my sister, who lost her life because of me.
As exhaustion overtakes me, a single line from our song lingers on my lips:
“Our future was within reach, but fate had other plans, and now I’m left to pick up the shattered pieces of my soul.”
* * *
I am awoken the next morning by Kelly, who opens the curtains and lets light flood into the room. I rub my eyes and feel the stickiness of dried tears on my cheeks. I realize I fell asleep in my dressing gown, exhausted from the emotional release I had experienced the night before.
“You look like a mess,” Kelly comments as she hands me a cup of takeaway coffee from the diner.
“Thanks,” I say with a small smile, then taking a sip and immediately feel more awake. I search for my phone, afraid that last night’s events were just a dream or that somehow the song has been deleted. Relieved, I find the notes still on my screen.
“Are you okay? You seem really stressed,” Kelly asks, concern evident in her voice. I assure her that I am fine and simply had a late night. She sits down next to me on the bed, wearing a short black skirt and tight white shirt that accentuates her curvy figure.
“How did it go with Chase?” she asks eagerly.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, I adjust my dressing gown so that only my bare legs are showing. “It went well. He did a good job.”
Kelly looks at me expectantly for a moment, but when I don’t offer any further details, she takes my coffee from my hand and sets it down on the bedside table.
“I know how hard this week has been for you.” She moves around the bed, comes up behind me, and puts her hands on my shoulders.
“You’re so tense.” She applies just the right amount of pressure to my shoulders.
It feels so good. She rubs, and I close my eyes and relax.
She pushes the dressing gown down so it slides over my shoulders and she touches my bare skin. Her hands are so soft and skillful. It’s been a while since Kelly’s touched me like this and I roll my stiff neck to release some tension.
“You know it’s my job to look after you and keep you happy.” Her face is by my ear, her breath warming my skin. “I can help you relax. Would you like that?”
I know exactly what she means. Images of her riding Frankie yesterday flash through my mind, and moisture slicks across my pussy. I nod encouragingly, but keep my eyes closed as I think of how much I want to be touched, pleasured, and fucked.
Her hands glide over my breasts, pushing aside the loose dressing gown and exposing my bare body.
I catch a glimpse of her in the mirror opposite and watch her with heavy-lidded eyes.
She revels in this—serving me in any way I desire.
I lay on my back across the bed, my legs dangling off the side.
Then she positions my arms above my head before lowering her mouth to my breasts.
“You can think of him if you want,” she whispers before attending to my nipples.
Experience has taught me she knows exactly how to please me and has mastered the art of it.
Her tongue swirls around my nipple before sucking firmly, sending me into a daze.
She moves between my legs, and I lift my hips up for better access.
Her fingers part my slick folds, and she rubs my clit gently.
I moan loudly and she applies more pressure, causing me to writhe beneath her touch.
Then she licks me from my entrance to my clit, igniting a fire within me.
She repeats the motion, each time intensifying the pleasure.
My arousal grows with each delicate suck on my nub while she pushes on my thighs, spreading me wider.
The scent of my sex fills the air and I crave more, so much more.
I grab onto my own breasts and massage them fervently as Kelly continues to suck harder.
She nuzzles her face between my legs, pressing against all of my sensitive flesh. I inhale sharply and grab onto her head, moving my hips in a frenzy against her mouth. She hums as she devours me, the vibrations intensifying my pleasure.
Then she adds her fingers into the mix, swirling them around inside of me before finding my G-spot and teasing it relentlessly.
“Fuck!” I beg for more, and she gives it to me faster and harder.
The thought of Chase watching us fills me with excitement, knowing how eager he would be to join in.
We would position ourselves on the bed, offering up our asses for him to take.
With one hand on each of our hips, he would thrust into us one at a time—her, then me, creating a perfect rhythm between all three of us.
Our bodies would intertwine as we reached climax together, sharing our pleasure and juices.
As I come with a shudder and a long release, I can’t help but think about these filthy scenarios that now occupy my mind. My heart races and my legs turn to jelly as I collapse onto the soft mattress.
“Do you feel better now?” Kelly asks, and I open my eyes to see her wipe some pussy juice from the side of her mouth and suck it off her finger.
I laugh on an exhale and nod. “Much better. Thank you.”
She gives me that satisfied smirk of hers. “I’m always here to please.”
Yes, she is. Did I mention Kelly is the best assistant ever?
She has never asked me to fuck her, and after seeing her with Frankie, I know she enjoys sex just as much as I do.
I’ve been with plenty of girls, and enjoyed myself immensely, but she has never wanted me to do anything to her.
She’s content with keeping me satisfied, and I’m not complaining.
It is just sex with her, though. There will never be anything more between us—unlike with Chase, who I have always felt amazing chemistry with. Chemistry that even now is undoubtedly still there. My thoughts turn to him, and I wonder if he is thinking of me this morning.