chapter 4

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Today was the day. Today I am going to meet Harry. I'm not sure how it will go, what I'm going to ask, but I know that he is my last chance to get any information to help my dad. Even though my dad is defending Aiden and the information Harry tells me will be used against him, I still need to know. I want to know what happened. Maybe I won't tell my dad what Harry tells me, but I feel like I need to know. For reassurance.

Earlier today I had called Harry's attorney and had asked to speak with Harry for a short while. I couldn't have told him I was Samuel Clarke's daughter. Instead I told him I was an old friend that would have liked to meet with him. He was hesitant when I asked, but we both agreed that the meet would be in his office and only for the time he lotted me. I took whatever chance I could get, so of course I agreed without hesitation. Any time I could get with him to ask questions is valuable. Whether it be a minute or an hour.

There were a few more minutes until I had to be in Harry's attorney office. I haven't told my dad about this meeting. I knew I would definitely have my head hanging over the mantel if I told him. Especially after he deliberately told me to stay away from the mysterious bad boy.

Walking into the office building I received my glances. Mostly because some people might have known I was a Clarke and I was in the wrong territory. I didn't feel the need to hide my identity to the vast amount of people here. The only reason they need to know I'm here is because I'm an old friend. They could never know why I'm really here, and I'm trusting Harry to keep the real meaning of this meeting between us. If he decides to say anything.

A nice man showed me my way to the attorney's office. He told me to have a seat and that Harry will be here soon. I waited until I heard some commotion down the hall.

"Jack, why the fuck am I here again? I don't have any old friends that are girls that would want to see me."

"Harry, just see her. You need some human interaction besides me."

"Fine but who is-" Harry's sentence was cut off when he walked in the office to see me.

I straightened up in chair looking at him until Harry's attorney, Mr. Hampton came in. I stood up, walking past Harry to shake Mr. Hampton's hand.

"Thank you for letting me see Harry." I politely smiled before letting my hand drop down to my side again.

"No problem, but Harry does have to be somewhere, so you only have a little while." I nodded my head before turning to look at Harry. He had a small smirk played on his lips, but a questioning glare in his eyes. "I guess I'll leave you two be." Mr. Hampton left us to talk, but Harry's eyes never left mine.

"Hi Harry," I extended my hand out to shake his own. "I'm Ra-" My greet wad interrupted by Harry's hand taking my own, bringing his lips close to my ear.

"I know who you are Rae. I know all about you, you're shy, curious, innocent, daughter of a lawyer. I know your dad, and why you're here," Harry's hand snaked its way from my side down to my bum, squeezing it slightly. My hands travelled to his chest pushing him off of me. "Or maybe you're here for other reasons too." I gasped as he pulled me closer to him, grinding his crotch into mine.

"H-Harry," My mind couldn't keep up with my thoughts. His actions had left me breathless. I didn't know what to do or say.

"What is it love?" Harry's forehead lent against mine as he looked at me. His dimples in full display, happy that he was the cause of my flustered state. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my head before he spoke again. "Did you need to ask me something?" My mind was telling me to push him and slap him, but the feeling he gave me was something indescribable. I had to remember why I was here. He possibly murdered someone, that the hands he is touching me could've taken someone's life.

Harry stumbled back into the desk when I had pushed him. Clearly not ready for my aggressive push.

"Can I please just ask you what I came here to ask?" He looked at me for while. His long fingers pulled at his lips as he looked me up and down. The feeling of his gaze on me had me looking anywhere but his own eyes.

"And what might that question be?"

"I-I have several."

"What do you want to know first?"

Everything I ever wanted to know about him, the murder, the case, came flying into my mind. My mind took ahold of my mouth before I could stop and think about the questions.

"How do you know Aiden, and what have you done for him?" I blurted out. He looked shocked at first but his features soften.

"That's two questions," There was a hint of amusement in his voice from my abrupt questioning.

"They're the two I want to know most."

"So you don't want to know who shot the victim?"

"That doesn't matter me. I want to know about you..your past." As much as I was dying to know who had shot the victim, I felt compelled to learn more about Harry. My fear of him grew bigger today as met him. I'm not sure if the fear would ever go away. I set my thoughts aside, my curiosity getting the best of me. I wanted him to tell me about him.

"I guess I'll start from the beginning then."

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