ORION.
"Babe, I'm starting to feel dizzy from all this pacing," Harro said, running his hand through his tousled hair, his voice laced with concern. But I couldn't stop. Anxiety swirled within me like a tempest—why exactly had I agreed to this?
"Babe, please, just come to me," he called again, his tone both soothing and pleading. I stole a glance at him on the bed, I was caught between going to him and being consumed by my racing thoughts.
"Can't we just call it off? Tell him we had a change of heart or something?" My frustration spilled out, and I saw him shake his head, his expression firm yet understanding.
"He'll be here soon, and it would be very unprofessional on our part and unfair to him if we do that. He's really looking forward to this, you know?" Harro reasoned, his patience making me wish I could ease my worry. I went back to pacing, the rhythm of my footsteps echoing my inner turmoil.
For context: Harro and I had been discussing redoing our home—yes, it's our home now, since I'd agreed to move in with him. As always, I asked Athena to take care of it and she told us yesterday that she'd found an amazing interior designer she would like us to meet. And guess who this amazing interior designer is? Marcus! Yes, that Marcus, my stepbrother. How did that even happen? Apparently, he's a freelance interior designer.
I'd been battling my own nerves since Athena told me about setting up a meeting with him. I didn't even know he was on speaking terms with Athena but now I have to wonder how he was suddenly chummy with my boyfriend too.
"I'm sure it won't be that bad letting him work on our home." Harro said, and I shot him a look that clearly said, 'How can you be so sure?' before going back to my pacing and he sighed.
"I promise, if you still feel uncomfortable after meeting him, we'll find someone else and I'll have him work on one of my other houses" he offered, and instantly, my pacing stopped.
"Is that a promise?" I asked, my heart slightly easing. He nodded, a charming smile playing on his lips.
"I promise. Now, come here!" he said, opening his arms invitingly. Without hesitation, I moved toward him on the bed, only to find myself suddenly lying on my back with him hovering over me. He's grining mischievously as everything shifted; time slowed as our lips met, igniting the tension coiling between us. His ability to maneuver my body was amazing. He does it so effortlessly considering my bigger build.
"You don't know how cute you look when you're nervous about something, you're like a giant teddy." he teased, his breath warm against my skin as he nibbled my earlobe. Shivers surged through me, prompting me to pull his face to mine and capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss.
"I'm going to ignore the fact that you just called me cute," I said teasingly, briefly pulling away from his lips just long enough to see the hunger in his eyes.
"How much time do we have until he arrives?" I asked, my voice edged with urgency. Harro raised an eyebrow in confusion at first then my words dawned on him and a devilish grin formed on his face as he calculated.
"An hour, give or take." he replied, and my heart raced in anticipation.
"Perfect! That gives us plenty of time for some fun," I said, wiggling my eyebrows mischievously. He laughed before getting off me as he started shedding his clothes, urging me to do the same.
He was on top of me again in no time, his lips tracing a path of tender kisses across my skin. I love how he's always so eager, so ready to indulge my desires for him. His hunger for our intimacy has remained as fierce as it was our very first time together. Over the months, I've found myself keeping pace with his rhythm, our connection only deepening. The thought of being with anyone else feels impossible now—he's all I crave, all I need.
"You're doing that thing you do with your face when you're thinking too hard again," Harro teased, after removing his mouth from my hard-on. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I couldn't help but chuckle softly, pulling him up to meet me in a passionate kiss.
"I was just thinking about how amazing you are," I told him before flipping us over, eager to return the favor. There's no need to hold back now—I've grown quite confident in pleasuring him this way. I'm still not quite at his level of skill, but I've come a long way from the clumsy, uncertain mess I was the first time. Now, it's all about giving him the same intensity he gives me.
With the thought of our visitor looming, we kept our lovemaking brief yet intense. Harro and I slipped into the shower together, the steam wrapping around us as we washed away the evidence of our passion. We'd just gotten out of the shower, when we heard Athena's familiar voice from the other side of the door calling for us and Harro told her we were busy and I think she understood what he meant because she shouted.
"You two are unbelievable, get out here now!" her tone was half-firm and half-amused.
"You think she's cranky because Azalea isn't around?" Harro asked chuckling as he threw on a shirt.
"You know she's cranky because Azalea isn't around." I replied, sharing a knowing look with him and he laughed.
My stepbrother has arrived, and I'm still uncertain about letting him work on our home but above all, I hope whatever decision we make doesn't complicate our relationship further. I felt Harro's arms around my waist as he kissed my neck gently and I turned to face him. He nodded towards the door.
"We better go out there before she comes back," he said, gesturing toward the door. I nodded in agreement, and together we stepped out of the bedroom.
Azalea had gone back to Germany a few days ago for some family functions. She mentioned she'd be back soon or maybe even visit Athena in Paris if she'd gone back by then. I could tell that Athena already misses her dearly though, because she's been snapping at us especially when we kiss in front of her.