Chapter 2

Xavier and Harry entered the Granny's kitchen. the waitress had welcomed them warmly as usual and had taken them to a booth, Xavier had told his secretary to make the reservations. some times, during lunch hour they come to the restaurant to have lunch or take a break.

Harry had Steak and Kidney pie while Xavier had steak tartare. they ordered sushi along side a bottle of chardonnay.

Harry sipped his wine and relaxed. after his break he had planned to go home and meet with Ivy who had claimed to want to relax him.

the waitress who had welcomed and served them ealier constantly starred at him. he was uncomfortable but he's used to it. he caught alot of attention from women anywhere he went to especially with his status as a wealthy wine maker and a handsome man.

"so how is your date with Isabella Williams going?" he asked Xavier who was hurriedly eating his steaks like he had an important meeting to attend to immediately.

'its not a date man. I dont even think i can do that shit with her'. he said as Harry gave a cute smile. his best friend didn't date and he knew that since college. he gets almost anything he wants from a woman without having to go on dates with them. It was damn easy for him.

'so you are gonna fuck Williams?'

'yeah... if she lets me. I dont fuck women If they dont let me'. he muttered using the napkin to clean his mouth then sipping his wine. 'but I doubt she would let me though. Isa is so different. she's like a sister to me'.

'fuck that Xavi. that shit doesnt touch you. you could fuck your cousin in high school then how much more your sister'. Harry said fastly as they laughed. 'luckily you've got non. why don't you just be straight bro'.

'fuck you man'. Xavier muttered almost choking on his meat as they chuckled. 'isabella isnt my type. she has all of that stuff but she's just different'. he said searching for words in his head. 'if not Ivy who else Harry?' Harry sipped his wine and looked at the ceiling with the disco bulb. 'you love that chick huh!! Xavier added gulping the last drink in the cup and filling the cup back with another bottle of wine.

'she's my wife Xavi'.

'yeah.... yeah I know. she's nuts. she's just physco, surprised you havent dropped the divorce papers already'. he chuckled and Harry frowned on looking at the waitress. Xavier noticed and smiled.

'check her out'. he said as he licked his lips. the waitress knew they were talking about her so she never looked at them she continued pretending to be writing.

'you can have her'. Harry muttered checking the time on his wrist watch. he shifted knowing that she was coming.

'hello gentlemen'. she said softly and Harry picked up his phone, ignoring her. 'are you two okay?'

'he is but I ain't'. Xavier said as she smiled politely and asked him what had happened. 'well I dont know you but I desperately want to know about you'. she laughed like what he had said was funny and it irritatted Harry atleast to him she wasnt starring at him anylonger.

'why dont you help us by packing the dishes, we're done with the food'. Harry said as they both shot him an evil look and he enjoyed seeing the look of his best friend when he spoils his plans. even with all he said, she smiled dimly and took out the plates. he knew she would never look at him which he was glad about and he smiled within himself. they had another bottle of wine switching their conversation to the winery. Harry had wanted to start a project but he was still figuring things out. Xavier Is the tasting room manager even though the VP of sales is his uncle, literally the winery belongs to his uncle.

they rounded up their lunch with take home grilled chicken. Harry wanted to give It to Ivy knowing how much she enjoys having lunch there. Since her rehab she hadnt been out for a while without him and it sucked but Harry still believes she should rest atleast all through this week.

He dropped the bag in the kitchen calling Ivy to come down but she didnt respond. the house was dead quiet and also neat. Suzanne doesnt leave the house in the afternoon. she was given the guest house at the back, not too far from the main house.

Suzanne was their maid and has been with them for a long time. she was old though but wasnt married.

His house was really nice. it was a simple duplex it had three rooms up and one down with a huge kitchen and huge living room. A tennis court at the back but no pool because he was scared Ivy could OD and drown herself in a pool.

he made his way to their bedroom, Ivy was laid on the bed in a lingerie.

'you must be fucking kidding me now'. he muttered to himself.

he boobs looked biggger. she had shaved and she looks just perfect. her position was marvellous relaxing her head on the headboard as her left leg bent on the duvet and her hands touching herself. "fuck he didnt expect to see her this way he had though she would be half dead on the bed".

'fuck Ivy'. he muttered as she knelt on the bed while he moved closer to her, removing his shirt.

'I promised to make you relaxed tonight. remember?' she chuckled as he kissed her fastly while she helped take off his shirt.

he squeezed her thigh, taking off her lingerie and she was naked. he had just his boxers on as he pushed her to lay on the bed and he stayed her trying to kiss her passionately. he tried moving his fingers around her ass but he weakened. he wasnt in the mood. seeing her when he walked into the room, he thought he could keep the heat on but he just couldnt. he slowed down the kisses until he finally stopped.

'what? you dont like it?' Ivy asked as she pulled his hair steadying her breathing and planted a kiss on his bottom lip.

'i'm tired. sorry'. he muttered.

'come on you cant be tired. you havent had a taste of me for sometime now'. he said, getting off her and lying beside her and she cuddled herself in his arms not wanting to let go of him.

'OK true but don't you want more'. she whisphered softly kissing his neck as she climbed on him.

'and suzanne?'

'I told her to go rest. we dont need her, if we do i'll call her. we are both alone here okay?'

he swallowed the lump in his throat and pulled her closer as her tongue went deeper in his mouth. he didn't want to drag anymore, once he rejects again, she could pick a fight with him. he let her stroke his dick. he didn't want it but a man had to do what he had to do. he pushed her down to the bed and laid on her opened legs as he thrust in her, making her moan.