Harley woke before her alarm went off. Sleep evaded her most of the night. So much on her mind but the primary thing was Richie and the fact that she would be with him very soon. It was like butterflies danced in her belly all night. Looking and seeing that it was 7 am, she knew he wouldn't be awake yet. Especially since they spend most of the night talking on the phone. Harley left out the talk about the CMT's, feeling it best to save it for when they were together. Harley wanted to read Richie's face to make sure it was an honest reaction and not him being polite.
Harley took a shower and did all the necessary things a woman does, before her weekend with her man. Earlier in the week, Harley had done all her shopping for lingere. Buying some really pretty teddy's and g-strings. Things she was certain Sambora wouldn't be able to say no to. A smile hit her face, not that he would want to say no.
It was quickly 9 am and the driver showed up and was putting Harley's luggage in the limo, when she received a text, "Be safe and see you in a bit, gorgeous. You make my heart smile. xox." Making her feel so special and also calming her nerves. Harley didn't run into any problems boarding the plane and the flight itself was very smooth and calm.
Richie had to take Ava to Heather's that morning. Then he had a few meetings for NikkiRich and for his solo album. Not sure how well he would be able to focus on any meetings today. All he could think of was Harley. She would be there with him, laughing, talking, cuddling, playing, and sex. Lots of SEX! Richie allowed himself to begin thinking of the sex he was going to have with her. What it was he wanted to do to her first. Thank God, he was alone in his car, as a groan came from deep in Richie's chest. Just as he suspected, there wasn't much concentrating at the meetings. He got what he needed out of them and left. Stopping at his favorite place, Marmalaid Cafe, a quant and popular place in Calabasas, for lunch. On his way out he had been approached by some familiar faces, with camera's. "Hey Rich!" a short, stocky guy yelled out to him. Richie recognized him immediately, "Wassup?" Richie asked, not really caring what he had to say, but being his polite self. "How's things with you and Harley?" the bold camera man asked. "Excellent! Thank you very much!". Richie never stopped to talk. "So your happy?" he asked Richie. "Very! See ya!" Richie answered, waiving, as he got into his car and left. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him. He headed straight home, as it was getting close for Harley to show up.
Harley, on the other hand, wasn't used to that much chaos. When her plane landed, she headed to the luggage pick-up. When suddenly, out of nowhere, a sea of paparazzi swormed to her. They circled her, with camera's flashing in her face. Harley couldn't see anything in front of her. "Harley, what are you doing in LA?" one guy yelled. "Harley, you here to see Richie?" she heard. Another grabbed at her shirt, yelling, "Hey Harley, look over here!". He pulled her shirt so hard that he tore the sleeve. Feeling a sting on her face, like she had been cut. Harley couldn't move, she was about to go down. They were pulling at her and pushing her, when a hand reached through and grabbed her, pulling her out of it. At first, Harley couldn't see who it was that grabbed her. She just knew she had to follow him, to get out of there. Her momentary hero yelled for her to keep her head down and push through the crowd. He lead her outside of the airport, opening a limo door, "Get in!" he said. Harley climbed in. "I'm going to get your luggage. I'll be right back." he told her. When Harley looked out of the window to see who this guy was, she saw a man about 6'5" tall and very muscular. He was wearing a black and white suit. He must be the driver Richie sent for her. Sinking down into the seat, she was visibly shaking. Tears were streaming down her face. Her face, that still stung. Searching her purse quickly for a mirror, Harley couldn't believe she had a cut on her left cheek. After about 15 minutes, the driver returned. Sliding into the drivers seat, he asked, "Should we call Mr. Sambora?". She looked up at him and shook her head, no. Harley was clearly traumatized and scared. "Ms. Stewart, my name is Karl. I am your driver for today. I see you have a cut on your face. Do you need medical attention?" he asked. Harley shook her head, no. "There's ice in the cooler. Wrap some in a napkin and put it on your cheek." he instructed her. Harley nodded, ok. Harley saw camera men coming out of the airport and tensed up. "It's ok, they found another subject. Tom Cruise was right behind you. That's who they were waiting for." Karl said.
The car pulled into Richie's driveway, but Harley was oblivious, as she was very withdrawn. Harley was hiding inside herself. "Ms. Stewart, we are here. I'll come around and let you out." he told her. But when he opened the door, she didn't get out, instead she slid into the middle of the seat. "Ms. Stewart? You can get out." but still nothing. Karl thought Harley must be in shock. Shutting the limo door, he went and rang Richie's doorbell. Richie answered with a very happy look on his face, but was shocked that it wasn't Harley standing there. "Hey Karl. Where's my girl?" he asked looking past Karl. "Ah, well, there was a problem at the airport." Karl said. "Problem? Is she in the car, Karl?" Richie asked. "She is! She won't come out. I think she's in shock or scared to death." he said to Richie, but Richie was already walking past him. Richie opened the limo door and saw a very frightened woman. Richie knelt down, looking at her softly, with concern in his eyes. "Harley?" he asked for her softly. Harley didn't flinch. "Baby? Look at me? Please?" he asked. "I'm right here adn your here with me. Nobody is going to hurt you here. Take my hand, darlin'." Harley looked at him, searching his face. Reluctently, she put her hand in his. "Hi!" she said. "Hi babygirl!" he said gently. "Ready to get out of the car and come inside?" he asked. "Stay by me?" she asked with a shaky voice. Richie nodded, "Promise" he said. She slowly got out of the car, looking around her. As they approached the porch, Harley stopped and turned to her tall hero. "Thank you, for doing what you did, Karl. May I hug you?" she asked. "It was my pleasure, Ms. Stewart." he said as he reached for her hug. Richie began to take a step back and let go of Harley's hand, but she would not let go of his. Hugging Karl with one arm. "Everytime I come here, I want you to be there to get me, please?" she asked as she stepped away from Karl. "Yes, ma'am." he said, as Harley started to walk inside the house, with Richie close at her side. Richie turned and yelled, "Hey man, Thank you! I'll take care of you later." then shut the door. "Lock it." Harley insisted. After Richie locked the door, he turned around and Harley latched on to him, holding him close to her. "Baby, your shaking." he said in her ear. Harley looked in his eyes with such intensity and brought both hands up around his neck and ran one through his hair, pulling him to her lips. She was safe, with him.
Wow talk about pushy assholes!When Richie finds out what happened at the airport he is going to be one pissed off boyfriend. I hope Richie finds out who it was that ripped Harley's shirt and cut her cheek, that piece of garbage needs to be taught some manners. Poor Harley she is so traumatized. I hope this doesn't cause her to change her mind about being involved with Richie. Great chapter : )
ReplyDeleteGood chapter girl. I can feel the point when she got nervous. Pap's are ugly aren't they. And you're right Richie has it down. He smiles and waves and is polite with them. We see it all the time.
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