The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 329

Roxanne slipped her phone into the folds of her comforter, wearing a guilty expression that might have

belonged to a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her eyes darted nervously as she met

Harrison's gaze.

Should she tell him that she had accidentally given Alexander a full-frontal view of Harrison fresh out of

the shower, with not even a towel for modesty?

He wouldn't be mad at her, would he?

Better not to mention it.

Otherwise, it'd be one heck of an awkward reunion between the friends.

Alexander, showing the kind of discretion only a true friend could muster, had refrained from calling

again that night, giving the couple their privacy.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and after years apart, Harrison would have plenty of energy to

burn.

Alexander figured he should keep a low profile.

Some things, even the big things, could wait - Harrison deserved his moment of bliss.

Late into the night, Alexander grabbed his car keys, chuckled at his own single status, and shook his

head ruefully.

He thought, "Everyone's got someone to cuddle up with, and here I am, the lone wolf."

Ever since his divorce from Hazel some four or five years back, women - stunning, intelligent, well-bred

women - were never in short supply. But he had no interest in finding another partner.

Sometimes he pitied himself. Other times, he just felt the crushing weight of loneliness.

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the distraction of work. But solitude had a way of creeping up on him regardless.

Instinctively, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through WhatsApp, his thumb hovering over Chloe's

avatar. He wanted to send her a message, just to ask if she was asleep, but it was past eleven, and he

didn't want to intrude.

For some reason, despite the abundance of high-society women around him - educated, cultured, from

impeccable families - they all felt too staged, as if wearing masks.

And those masks, worn for so long, had merged with their skin, making it impossible to separate the

real from the false. Just like Hazel - the perfect wife, the perfect woman, until the truth surfaced, and

the fact that Hazel had cheated on him six or seven times leaving a thorn in his heart that couldn't be

easily removed without tearing him apart.

Now, as Alexander sat alone in his vast living room beneath the crystal chandelier that elongated his

shadow, he felt the acute sting of loneliness. He had planned to drown his sorrows in a glass of red

wine, but he had to drive to the airport to pick up another buddy, Samuel.

If anyone's luck was worse than his, it was Samuel. Since Nora's accident, Samuel's smile had

vanished, and he hadn't spoken to Harrison in what felt like ages.

Alexander had hoped to help patch things up between the brothers and had considered asking

Harrison to join him at the airport. But after catching a glimpse of Harrison's post-shower strut, he

decided against it. Some moments were better left undisturbed.

It had been four years since Roxanne had been kissed, but Harrison's skills had only improved. He

enveloped her delicate waist and kissed her with such passion that she melted into his arms, the gentle

rise and fall of her chest mesmerizing him. It was his favorite feature, and he couldn't resist leaning in

for more.

Considering her long hiatus, he was gentle and thorough with his foreplay, which stretched on for a

good half hour.

"Are you ready?" Harrison asked, looking into the eyes of the woman beneath him, flushed with desire

and irresistible allure.

Roxanne opened her eyes slowly, her cheeks rosy with a blend of shyness and excitement. She

blinked, her eyes glistening, and gave a quiet nod of affirmation.

"Then I'll begin."

"Mhm."

As the plush mattress sagged beneath them, Roxanne's slender hands clung tightly to Harrison's back.

Sensing her tension, he paused. "Does it hurt?"

"Mhm," she admitted, a touch of distress in her voice.

The long absence had rendered the act almost unfamiliar, and despite the thorough foreplay, the sharp

pain made her instinctively resist.

"I'm sorry, Harrison, it's just it's been four years. I'm nervous," she confessed.

"It's my fault for rushing," Harrison said, rolling off her gently. He cradled her waist and pulled her close,

kissing her forehead. "Tonight, just holding you is enough."

"Won't you be uncomfortable?" Roxanne asked, looking up at him, her hand resting on his chest where

his heart pounded fiercely.

"Four years I've managed," Harrison replied, catching her wandering hand. "Don't tease, or I might lose

control."

"Should we try again?"

"No. I don't want to hurt you."

His voice was deep and restrained, echoing in the still night. Now, he couldn't bear the thought of her in

pain.

"Harrison, won't it be hard for you, just holding me?" Roxanne propped herself up, curiosity in her

voice.

"I've waited over four years. One more night won't kill me."

Roxanne lifted her head, her heart fluttering with joy, "A man as virtuous as you is a rare find."

Indeed, women could pride themselves on their chastity, abstaining for years without a man. But men,

they were often slaves to their nature.

Especially Harrison, such an outstanding guy, keeping his nose clean as one of those assertive CEOs,

that was a tall order.

Airport.

Samuel had been off the plane for over twenty minutes.

Still no sign of Alexander.

He called Alexander, but Alexander hung up.

Called again, and again, he hung up.

Samuel furrowed his brows, what's up with this guy? He said he'd be here to pick him up, so why the

cold shoulder on the phone?

Alexander didn't mean to.

It was that he had just witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

A familiar silhouette, leading a little tyke of about four years old, was heading toward the restroom.

He could recognize that woman's figure in an instant.