Bribing The Billionaire’s Revenge - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Sherry shivered involuntarily as Harrison kissed her with a passion she was struggling to reciprocate. The amount of alcohol in her veins were hindering her ability to think or react clearly. When her tooth bumped his he laughed and hugged her.
“You’re drunk, sweetheart.”
“I know. I don’t usually drink whisky. It might actually be paint thinner.” She rested her head on his shoulder. She felt inebriated in the worst way.
“Are you working today?”
“Not really,” she whined. “Definitely can’t do any restoration when my head is this muddled.”
“How about you come home with me?”
“Don’t you have to work?”
“I can work from home. You can sleep off your whiskey on the sofa in my office. I only want you close to me.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I very much do.”
“If I leave Ella might be able to open back up for the day.”
“Then let’s go,” he stroked her cheek softly.
She blinked and opening her eyes back up was a struggle. She sighed as he kissed her forehead and pushed her head against his shoulder and rocked her in his arms.
Her phone stared buzzing again and she considered throwing it across the room but instead Harrison answered it on speaker.
“Sherry’s phone.”
“Who the fuck is this?” Vince’s voice bit out angrily.
“Who the fuck do you think it is, Williams?”
“Where’s Sherry?”
“Right here on my lap where she belongs.” He stroked her hair softly.
Sherry rubbed her head against his hand in a catlike movement. She would purr if she could. She looked up to see Martina and Ella coming back into the room, both were smiling and Ella winked at her.
“What do you want Vince?” she asked sleepily.
“You and I need to talk.”
“About what? I told you on Saturday I have nothing more to say to you and if you keep harassing me, I’ll have Martina file a restraining order against both you and Willow. I haven’t done so yet because of my mom but you’re dancing on my last nerve.”
“What the hell was with the video, Sherry? Is this a way to get back at me? Sleeping with the enemy?”
“He’s not my enemy and we rarely sleep,” she hiccupped and then covered her mouth giggling.
“Are you drunk?” Vince nearly shrieked at behavior.
“Williams,” Harrison spoke before Vince could, “I told you on Saturday when you called me begging me to back off so you could convince Sherry to come back to you and raise your love child, I’m not backing off. I like her. A lot. The video demonstrates very clearly how much I like her. It also demonstrates how much she likes me. We’re very,” he paused dramatically, “compatible.”
Ella snickered at his comment.
Sherry prompted by Ella’s wicked grin leaned forward and snarled into the phone, “he doesn’t even need to use pills when we’re together Vince.” She looked to Harrison with wide eyes, “he couldn’t get it up or if he could, he couldn’t keep it up because I wasn’t sexy enough.”
“Sherry!” Vince’s voice snapped at her through the phone. “You’re drunk!”
“Very drunk. Harrison is going to take me home and put me to bed.”
“And when she’s sober, I’m going to climb into the bed with her and remind her she is more than sexy enough, and you were simply a sad little man who had no control over his pencil dick.”
“Okay then,” Martina hung up the phone and made wide eyes at the pair. She pointed at Harrison, “she’s drunk but you’re goading him.”
“I am. I hate the bastard. Who could ever make Sherry think she wasn’t sexy? He’s mentally disturbed.” He grinned at her, “you should call my legal team back. My lead legal counsel was impressed you told him to fuck off in Latin.”
“Your lead legal counsel is a pretentious asshole,” Martina quipped back. She waved her fingers at Sherry, “you good?”
“Yes, but you’re my lawyer and I trust you. Can you?” Sherry didn’t even finish her words and Martina nodded.
“I’ve got your back and I always will. I’ll make sure you’re protected,” she squeezed her shoulder. “I need coffee. The battery acid we were drinking is rotting my insides.” Martina groaned and sat at the table, “I don’t want to go back to the office.”
“Will your boss be angry if you don’t?” Harrison asked seriously.
“Not if I blow him,” Martina stretched her hands across the table and grabbed Sherry’s phone which had started to ring again and shut it off.
“You’re sleeping with your boss?”
“Nope. He wants me to sleep with him. Offered me partner if I spread my legs,” she admitted to Harrison and then frowned at Sherry. “Was there truth serum in the paint thinner?”
“He’s easy to talk to.”
“How bad do you want to make partner?”
“Not bad enough I want sixty-year-old flaccid dick near my mouth,” Martina complained. “With my luck, he’d be like Vince unable to finish in under three hours and I’d be laying on my back counting ceiling tiles praying for death like Sherry did.”
“Hey!” Sherry blushed. “I told you that in confidence.”
“She got really drunk when Vince was at a conference and told us how Vince hadn’t been able to get it up since they got married. He refused to do any position except missionary because it was the best way to express his love for her.” Martina looked to Ella, and they both started laughing. “What a dork.”
Sherry was mortified as her best friends spoke boldly about her sex life to Harrison. “Would you shut up?”
“Can’t be worse than her telling us he hated blowjobs.” Ella smirked as she drank tap water thirstily.
“He what now?” Harrison leaned closer. “No man hates blowjobs.”
“He’s not a man. He’s a slug,” Ella commented. “A slug who felt getting a blowjob from his wife was degrading.”
Harrison shifted in the seat to look at Sherry incredulously, “tell me he at least gave you oral?”
She was ready to smack her friends sober.
Martina answered before she could. “Only on specific days of the month. If she was ovulating, he said she had a smell, and he wasn’t going anywhere near her if she was close to her period.”
“You never had period sex?” Harrison was dumbfounded.
“Oh my god. No.”
“He wouldn’t even pee if she was in the same room.”
“Okay,” he held his hands up in disbelief, “are you telling me, Vince needed Viagra to get it up, only fucked in missionary position, for three hours at a time without coming, never did anything even close to what can be considered foreplay with you and he complained you were not sexy enough?”
She felt humiliated to the heights of heaven at his question.
“Yeah, sums it up,” Ella muttered. “Yet, he managed to get it up quick enough to fuck her sister at her mother’s house and get his rocks off. The problem was not Sherry but his archaic beliefs of what married sex was.”
“Ooh, ooh,” Martina said excitedly, “and they never had sex until they were married. He insisted they wait. Three years. He didn’t even finger her.”
“Would you shut up!” Sherry shrieked. She screamed when Harrison stood up and flung her over his shoulder and stalked to the front of the store. “What are you doing?”
He grabbed her phone and shoved it in his pocket and looked around for her purse. Ella put it in his hand.
“Ella, come let me out of here. I need to take my girl home and sober her up so I can show her how a real man worships a body like hers.”
Ella was roaring as she raced after them to unlock the doors. “Paparazzi will have a field day if you carry her out of here.”
“Let them. I don’t care if they know she is my girl. I care if they report lies about my girl.” He slapped her ass as she wriggled trying to get down.
She buried her face in his back, covering her cheeks with her hands as he carried her to the SUV and dropped her inside before lunging in after her. Questions being screamed at them from the journalists waiting for them to make an appearance assaulting her ears as she wanted to die of embarrassment.
“You’re insane.” She slid away from him in the care.
“Perhaps.” He agreed his eyes laughing at her discomfort. He told the driver to take them to his house. He was grinning, “I hope the tabloids print how excited my dick was to carry you out of the gallery.”
“Harrison!” she pressed her hands to her cheeks as he buckled her seatbelt for her. He pressed a hot kiss to her lips, slipping his tongue along hers and making her forget everything, including her own name as he took her home.