"Fuck!" I allowed myself to succumb to the panic and threw my head in my hands as I sat down behind my desk in my office that morning.
Last night was a very long time coming. It was all I could do to play it off like I was unfazed on the drive to work with Olivia seated right next to me. Why the fuck couldn't I stop myself from taking the bait? Every time she flirted, I flirted right back. Only last night we went one step too far and the rules changed. It wasn't harmless anymore because I stuck my dick in her like a fucking dumbass.
Daring her to tell Will wasn't my finest hour either.
It was just that when she implied that last night was something to be ashamed of, my fucking brain left the building. Me. Fucking Harmon Chancellor. Mr. Inconsequential himself. Until Macy, pussy was just pussy. Olivia wasn't just pussy though. She was a Hunter. My found family. I'd take a bullet for her. Only now I was the very thing she needed protecting from. I fucked up and knew it.
I should be on the phone begging Macy to take me back but my mind wouldn't stop torturing me with images of me fucking Olivia.
The faces she made while being fucked. The way her mouth dropped open before she screamed my name, signaling that she was about to come for me. Her soft skin under my fingertips. The heat of her body up against mine as I slammed into her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as she clawed at my back. My hands on her hips as I held onto her while she took my dick from behind. My fist in her hair as I yanked back on her head while fucking her. The wild look in her eyes as she rode me like a fucking mad woman on steroids. The taunting ways she demanded more. She had quite the mouth on her. Being drunk last night did nothing to stop my brain from remembering the words.
Come on daddy, you can do better.
Abuse my pussy with your big, fat dick, baby.
Nice isn't for sluts. Make it fucking hurt.
Fuck me! Fuck me! Just fuck me!
Finish my pussy off. Don't you dare stop.
Speaking of her mouth—
"Earth to Harmon," said Will's voice from the doorway of my office.
William 'Billy' Hunter. The billionaire who plucked me from mediocrity and put me at his side while I went to business school. I just got my MBA last month, after which the asshole promptly promoted me to COO. I owed him everything.
"Are you ready? It's almost time to leave LA. Enjoy your fucking vacation Harmon," Will said with a smug grin.
Married life agreed with Will. I had never seen my best friend this happy before. Clearly things were going well with Bianca. Unlike the train wreck that I still was at 29, Will finally had it together. I was glad for him. The last thing he needed was to hear his new COO/the man he trusted most in the world fucked his baby sister.
"You slacking off in Rio de Janeiro and leaving me to manage Cupid's Cove on my own doesn't count as a vacation for me, Mr. Hunter," I said, offering him a small grin.
"That's why I'm not sending you out there alone," Will said, taking a step back to usher Olivia into my office. "Is Macy okay with you being gone all of December?"
Once again, my brain left the building. Didn't make connections fast enough. I just checked out as my gaze fell on Olivia.
I've had better.
Those were the words fucking with me the most.
"It won't be a problem anymore. They broke up," Olivia sassed in her signature carefree, don't give two fucks tone.
The look in her eyes as she held my gaze said something else though. Territorial. Possessive. Nothing new and yet today I couldn't brush it off like I usually did. Angelic baby face that reeked of innocence she didn't possess framed by perfect, dark locks. Striking, big brown eyes that pulled you in. Will's kid sister. Practically mine too. Why couldn't I look away today?
"Again?" Will scoffed. "What did you do this time?"
"He forgot date night, the workaholic that he is," Olivia spoke, answering for me yet again.
But that wasn't the whole story and we both knew it. Macy knew work came first for me. It wasn't that I forgot exactly but the company I was keeping, having forgotten. Business meeting. Olivia just happened to be there. Macy didn't give two fucks.
(Last night)
"Is Olivia with you?" she asked over the phone.
No hello. No small talk. No you're a dick for forgetting about dinner. Just one simple question.
"Shit. Our date. Mace this Japanese client—"
"Is Olivia with you? Yes or no Harmon," Macy persisted.
Olivia stumbled her way over to me, leaving our clients behind at the table we were having dinner at.
"I'm soooo drunk right now. Why didn't you stop me?" Olivia said, pointing an accusatory finger at me.
I beamed at her. Life of the party. Olivia Hunter oozed charisma. She had them eating out of the palm of her hand despite her fairly recent graduation from business school.
"I fucking tried. Same shit every time the Japanese come into town, Olive," I said with amusement in my voice.
"That's because they can't get enough of me. Only I can close the deal. Who can blame them? I'm awesome. You're the only one who says no to me," she slurred, laying her head down on my shoulder.
Momentarily forgetting my phone call, I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steady her, looking down at her, a warmth spreading throughout my chest as I watched her.
So trusting of me. So frustrating and annoyingly cute. What the fuck was I thinking? How drunk was I?
"You're fucking joking, right? Did you tell her to say that?" Macy's voice came through the phone, bringing me back to myself.
"Come on Mace. It's a last minute business meeting. It's work. She's practically my sister," I said for the umpteenth time.
Same shit indeed. Macy couldn't stand Olivia constantly flirting with me. What she didn't understand was that I had known Olivia since she was twelve. There was a seven year age gap between us. In my eyes, she would always be a child. We were familiar. Nothing more.
"A 'sister' he would totally bang if it weren't for you and my last name," Olivia mumbled, having dozed off against my shoulder despite her standing position.
"I'm done. I can't take this shit anymore. We're over," said Macy, hanging up the phone.
"Here we go again. See what you did, my little troublemaker?" I said with a sigh, giving Olivia's shoulders a squeeze before kissing her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered open, she looked up at me with apologetic eyes and pouty lips and said, "Sorry Harmon."
"We were due for our bimonthly break up anyway. Just once I'd appreciate it if you weren't involved though, Miss Hunter," I said, cupping her cheek.
(Present day)
Looking back, that was when the problems started. If Macy didn't fuck with my head with yet another 'break up', I wouldn't have gotten as wasted as I did.
No, that wasn't true. Macy was right to be worried after all. The problems began the very first time I pretended Olivia wasn't throwing herself at me. Now fucking look where we were. I couldn't go away with this woman to a private island after having tasted her sweet pussy.
Yes woman, because apparently that was what Olivia was to me now. A woman. I didn't have a billionaire brother to bail me out if I fucked up. I clawed my way to where I was, built the man that I am from the ground up for the last ten years. I fucking earned my promotion through and through. Harmon Chancellor wasn't about to throw it all away for pussy, no matter how good it felt to be inside her.
"Miss Hunter's not coming with me," I said with a cool finality, finally finding my voice.