My Ex-Stepfather

Chapter 25

Angel-

After we had eaten, Harry went and grabbed the boxes before helping me pack up the living room and kitchen. We made three boxes, one for Jerica, one for Xander and one for me. I thought about calling Xander but honestly I'd rather just pack it all and give it to him later, Harry doesn't like him and I don't need anymore drama right now.

It was harder once we started packing my room, everything reminded me of Xander. "What furniture is all yours?" Harry asks and I sigh.

"Not much, the dresser and my vanity. The kitchen table is Jerica's while the TV, couch and bed are Xanders." I reply as I toss Xander's clothing into a box. "The bedding is mine but I don't really care about it, all I really want are my clothes and my vanity because my grandmother gave it to me before she passed." I add and Harry nods.

"Well there's room for your vanity and dresser at my place so you shouldn't have to store anything in the garage." Harry shrugs, he's being so nice about this, he's acting like I'm not putting him out at all. "Your dad's mom or?"

"Yes, I never knew my mom's mom. Hell, I don't think she did either honestly. She was raised by her great aunt after she was taken away from her dad, he was physically and sexually abusing her." I mumble and Harry nods softly. 

"Is it odd that I never knew that? I don't know if I ever even knew your mom let alone loved her." He admits and I frown.

"Why did you marry her then?" I question curiously and Harry sighs before sitting down on the bed.

"I was dazzled by her beauty and sexuality, I was only 20 and had been so focused on school. I wasn't a virgin or anything but she knew how to use my sexual naivety in her favor to get me to fall for her. Fall in lust that is, not love." Harry explains and I sit next to him as he continues. "By the time I really opened my eyes to who she was we were already married and she was pregnant with Ariel." He adds with a huff.

"She's the master of disguise it seems." I shrug and he looks at me. "My father says that they fell madly in love in high school, he was a few years older then her but he knew it was real. They found out she was pregnant right before graduation. He told me that after I was born she changed, like postpartum depression or something. He said that she was jealous of me and would accuse him of touching me inappropriately." I go on and he looks at me in concern.

"Did he?"

"Fuck no, my mother is delusional and paranoid. You know the morning of her and Jaxon's wedding she accused me of trying to ruin her dress? I was fixing a fucking button! She acts like everyone is out to get her and she's always the victim." I reply and he nods.

"I didn't think your dad was like that anyways." He shrugs before getting up and opening the top drawer of my dresser.

"Harry I think I can pack my own underwear." I roll my eyes, he turns around dangling a pair of skimpy lace crotchless panties off his finger and looks at me with a cocked brow.

"Xander?"

"Actually he never got the chance." I reply shortly as I snatch them from his finger, his lips part in surprise.

"You mean you buy yourself things like that?" He asks with his eyes wide, he turns around and fishes through my draw again as I shake my head laughing. "I bet you'd look like an angel in this." He says holding up a sheer white lace body suit.

"I probably do." I smirk and grab it from him before putting it into the box. 

"You've never worn it?" Harry asks and I shake my head. "Xander's missing out."

"You have no idea, he's just not really into these things. He'd rather me just in his Tshirt which is nice and all but sometimes I want to feel sexier, for myself." I say softly as I grab the rest of my lingerie from the drawer.

"So wear it for yourself, even if he isn't around. I'm sure no one will notice through your clothes." He says shrugging and I nod in agreeance. "Not that you wearing nothing but a Tshirt isn't sexy but it sounds like it's all about him and not about you. It should be an equal road love." Harry whispers as I fold my lingerie up in put it in my box, his breath hits the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.

"You'll have to forgive me if I call bullshit on your romantic notions Harry, sex has never been a real spiritual or emotional event for me." I mumble and Harry looks at me questioning.

"Sounds like you've only ever been fucked and never been made love to Angel." He points out sadly, I sigh and plop back down on my bed before looking up into his mesmerizing green eyes.

 "I lost my virginity when I got drunk at a party, I don't even remember who it was. I was just so upset at Jaxon and my mother that I went out and got rid of the one thing that he wanted from me. I had a few trysts before I met Xander, most of my sexual experience comes from being with him." I explain and he nods softly.

"He probably sucks." He murmurs under his breath causing me to giggle, we pack up a few more boxes before I get to my PJ drawer.

"Are you staying tonight?" I ask nervously and Harry nods.

"If you want me to love." He whispers and I smile softly.

"Then you'll need these." I say handing him a shirt and some pajama bottoms, he cocks his brow at me and I roll my eyes. "They were my dad's from college, I keep them around for nostalgia." Harry smiles and takes them from me before walking into my bathroom. I take advantage of the few moments I have alone to change into a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized Tshirt from my college. I sigh as I pull off my bra from under my shirt and toss it into a box. 

I really fucking hate bras.

We had five boxes all packed and ready to go so I move them out of my room and set them onto the couch. "So erm, where am I going to sleep?" Harry's voice sounds from behind me causing me to jump. 

"Fuck, you scared me." I huff and he chuckles before wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Sorry about that love." He whispers before kissing my neck, I turn to look back at him in surprise and he drops his arms as he steps back seeming that he's surprised by his own actions. "I'll go sleep with Ariel." He says running his hand through his hair before turning on his heel. 

"Harry wait." I call out, he looks back at me questioningly. "I don't want to be alone tonight."