LOGINChloe stood in front of the door to Harvey's office. Her palms were sweating, and her toes curled inside her shoes.For the fourth time since she got there, she raised a hard to knock on the door, and this time she did. The knock was soft, but loud enough to announce her presence.The secretary's desk outside his office was empty. Misfiled documents were littered across the surface of the table, and an untouched cup of coffee sat there, forgotten beside them.“Come in,” she heard his voice from inside the office.She stepped in, took a few steps forward until she stood across from him, the table being the only barrier between them.Harvey didn't look up to her. He was head buried in work, his table in more mess than that which belonged to his secretary. He lifted papers carefully from the table, eyes scanning for something surely important, and when he couldn't find it, he tossed the documents back on his table and slumped into his chair.Chloe watched as he took a moment to gather hi
It was eight in the morning, and Harvey and the girls sat at the dining table for breakfast in an uncomfortable silence.Chloe kept her eyes on her plate, spreading jam over a slice of bread she wouldn't eat. Harvey had the morning paper spread open before him, and had barely touched his food.Rachel, on the other hand, had been scrolling through her phone but could no longer bear the weight of the silence.She slowly looked up, her eyes moving from her father to Chloe. She set her phone done and folded her arms. “What's going on with the two of you?”Chloe nearly choked on her coffee. “Nothing,” she responded quickly, then added, “What are you talking about?”Rachel picked up her fork and gestured between the both of them. “This tension. You haven't said a word to each other since Tuesday.”Chloe swallowed. “There's no tension,” she responded. “We've just had nothing to talk about.”Harvey turned a page of the paper without looking up. “Rachel, eat your breakfast.”She glared at her
Harvey stood by the door, and for a split second, neither of them moved. He should have knocked, but instinct had overridden his etiquette. His instinct to protect her, and make sure she was in no form of danger. Chloe scrambled up, yanking the sheets tangled at her feet up to her chest. “Harvey,” she muttered, breathless. His jaw clenched. He turned his head slightly to the side. “I didn't mean to barge in.” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I heard you scream and thought something was wrong.” Chloe’s stomach dropped. She clutched the blanket tighter. “I'm… I'm fine,” she managed, though her voice trembled. He kept his gaze fixed on anything that wasn't her. His shoulders were tense, and the heat inside his body could not deny what he'd just witnessed. He tried to pretend like he wasn't affected by it, but the bulge in his pajamas was impossible for even Chloe to ignore. Her breath caught as she stared, her hands itching desperately to return to the wetness betwee
Rachel stepped fully into the dining room, excitement radiating off her like something contagious.“Dad, you're home early.”Chloe had already retaken her seat by the time she came in. Her hands rested too neatly in her laps.Rachel didn't notice the stiffness. She crossed the room and leaned down to hug her father, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.“I thought you had an important meeting today.”“It got rescheduled,” he replied, offering a measured half-smile as Rachel dropped into the seat beside him.She turned to Chloe. “You didn't tell me he was back.”“It didn't cross my mind,” Chloe said lightly. “He came back an hour after you left.”Rachel nodded.She lifted the lid of one of the serving dishes, and steam curled into the air, filled with the rich aroma of spice “This is definitely not your cooking, Dad.”Harvey gave a quick chuckle. “She's not bad.”His eyes flickered to Chloe for just a second before returning to his plateChloe lowered her gaze, a quiet warmth spreading
Around noon, Rachel went out with a group of friends to see a movie. Chloe declined their invitation, blaming it on a headache and a need to settle into her new surroundings.She simply wanted to be alone. And she hadn't expected to see him until dinner. But an hour later, she heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up in the driveway.The front door opened and shut with more force than necessary. The keys rattled against the wood, accompanied by swift, heavy footsteps that went up the stairs.Chloe stepped out of the kitchen, an apron draped over her clothes. The living room was quiet. She walked to the window and parted the curtains just enough to see outside the house. He parked his car slightly crooked along the curb, its windows rolled all the way down.She thought he forgot something important at home. But then she turned and noticed his blazer on the chair.She picked it up and called out to him. “Uncle Harvey!”Nothing. Chloe folded the blazer neatly and went up to her
Eyes rolled and fighting back tears, Chloe could feel his tongue working wonders with his head buried underneath her dress. Her legs shook uncontrollably gently, as she moaned ever so hard, but he didn't stop. His hands cupped her breasts for support as he continued to move his tongue between her wet thighs.Every flick of his tongue made her body quiver, a rush of warmth bringing the hairs on her skin to life. Her body jerked, and her fingers instinctively curled into the sheets.He lifted his head and gazed into her soul with his deep brown eyes. His lips curled into a cheeky smile and his hands gripped her waist in place. Chloe felt the wind, hot as her desires, gush through her lungs. He looked familiar, but she didn't care. She wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him closer to her. But he simply smiled and whispered into her ear.“You've been a very naughty girl”“Harvey!”A soft gasp escaped her lips as Chloe jolted awake.Harvey Fletcher, Rachel’s dad and her father’







