22. Harry

Harry lay on his bed in his hotel room fisting his cock to a video he took of Bel when they first fucked. She wasn't aware of it which meant no harm, no foul.

Harry was pissed. She should have just stayed with him, so what if he fucked Hallie? It was just in her ass, does that even count? He was a catch and Bel was lucky to have him. There was enough of him to go around. But seriously, as long as he didn't have feelings for the other person, why did it matter? Stupid women.

He loved Bel, he told her that every day. He gave her everything she could ask for.

A knock at his door had him letting out an aggravated noise.

"Room service."

He had most certainly not ordered room service, but maybe it was some sort of apology from Hallie for fucking everything up. She promised him no strings attached in the message he received from her, but here she was trying to get him to marry her.

Harry had a ring, but it was reserved for Bel; he just needed to convince her to take him back. And he had just the plan.

Knock her up.

He tucked his cock in his pants and walked to the door. He swung it open, about to berate whoever it was, but before he could get anything out, a cart was pushed into him and he fell to the ground below.

He went to yell at his assailant, but hands covered his mouth and he felt something prick his arm.

Before he even had the time to panic, his entire body relaxed and he was no longer able to move at all.

He never saw his assailant, but he heard a rough voice as darkness began to shroud his vision.

"Two down, one more to go."

Harry closed his eyes for the last time.