Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Harley stirred on the sofa, as she was waking up from what felt like a post orgasm coma.

Feeling a heavy weight on her chest, she looked down and saw Richie had layed his head on

her chest and was sound asleep. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him,

but should she dare wake him? Harley took a chance and ran her fingers through Richie's hair,

kissing the top of his head lightly. Just as she thought, he began to come around. When Richie

opened his eyes, he was a little surprised to see where he was. Looking up at Harley, she smiled,

"Hey there." she said. "Hey baby. I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?" he asked. Brushing the sweaty

hair away from his eyes, "No, your not hurting me. Sorry, I woke you." she said. "Mmmm, it's

ok." he said looking under the blanket and giving a soft chuckle. Harley giggled, "I know, how

high school are we?" she said. Both of them, still had their shirts on, but were missing their pants.

"Guess we were in a little bit of a hurry?" he asked with a big grin on his face, placing a kiss on

her lips, both still laughing over the juvenile state of it all. "So what do you have to eat? I'm

starving!" she said. "Well, my original plan was to take you to the Laker's game tonight and

to dinner. But in light of what happened to you today, I doubt you would want to do that." he

said. "Are you kidding? I would love to go to a Laker's game!" she said, sitting up on the couch

and putting her pants back on. "Seriously?" he asked, "It won't be too much for you?" Harley

shook her head, "No! I'm gonna be with you. I'll be alright. Let's go have some fun." she said.

"But do I have time for a shower?" she asked. "Absolutely!" he said, putting his arms around her

waist, "I won't let anything happen to you, Harley. I promise you that. If I would have been with

you today, that wouldn't have happened." he assured her, softly touching her wounded cheek. "I

believe that, Richie." she said, pulling away and heading to her bags. Richie helped carry them

upstairs, where they proceeded to get showered and ready for the game.


Richie pulled up to the valet and got out of the car. He walked around and opened Harley's door,

as she got out of the car, camera's started going off. Harley turned around, hiding her face in

Richie's chest. "I got you, baby. It's ok." he said, trying to reassure her. "They just wanna see

us together. Smile that beautiful smile for me." he said, stroking her back. Harley brought her

head up, looked in his eyes, and knew she had to do this, for him, for her, for them. Turning

around, she smiled and put her arm around Richie's waist. One reporter yelled, "Harley, you

look gorgeous, smile for me?" he asked of her. Harley did her best to look good for her man

tonight. She kept her hair long and flowing with minimal makeup. Trying to keep it casual, but

classy. Choosing a sequened, nude colored, tank top, with a pair of jeans and high heel boots.

Richie looked at her as she turned her head to the left, giving the camera man a beautiful, sincere

smile. She wanted the world to know that she was happy to be with this man. Richie couldn't help

but lean down into her ear, he whispered, "Thank God my shirt is untucked". Making Harley

beam, from ear to ear. Both waiving to the camera's, Richie put his hand in the small of Harley's

back and lead her inside. Security had met them inside and was taking them to their seats.

"Richie, can we get something to eat?" she asked, pointing to the pizza concession stand.

"Sure baby!" he said. While Richie was ordering the pizza he looked over and saw Harley talking

to the usher. She was beautiful and radiating happiness. Hoping he had something to do with that,

he paid for the pizza and they went to their seats.

Harley loved seeing Richie at a game. So involved he got, so passionate. Between times of

standing up and cheering on his favorite basketball team, he held her hand, kissing it from time

to time. Sharing small conversation and laughs. Suddenly, Richie heard the crowd begin to

applaud and scream. He looked up at the oversized screen and saw that he and Harley were on the

"Kiss Cam". His job was to kiss her at this point, so everyone could see. It was a nightly ritual,

but tonight, they focused in on them. Richie got a huge smile on his face, a smile that reached his

eyes. He looked over at Harley, who was laughing. Richie leaned over the seat, placing his hand

on the right side of her face and kissed her. A beautiful, deep, sexy kiss. The crowd went insane

for them. Richie looked in her blue eyes, "This will be everywhere tomorrow." he said. "and I

couldn't be happier." she said laughing. The Laker's won that night. But somehow, Richie felt like

he was the real winner of the day.