Olivia — My revenge sex plan

"Do you want to run that by me again, baby girl?" he asked coldly, voice so chilling it sent a shiver down my spine. "Daddy's an alpha male. Better do it right if you're going to threaten me. Do you understand the stakes, Miss Hunter?"

His hardened facial features had me faltering, but there was no way I could back down now. Something in the way I moved made his shoulders drop. He sighed, watching me close the distance between us.

Harmon wasn't the enemy. He was my protector. I wasn't used to us being on opposite sides. It was fucking with me, but I just couldn't let it go. There was no going back after last night.

"You want to fuck me again, Harmon. Billy doesn't have to know," I said, turning up the charm as I reached for his tie, desperately hiding my nervousness behind a sultry, seductive voice.

"I'll know. If we happen and it goes south, I won't just lose my job, I'll also lose him. I'll lose you, Olive," he said, his voice dropping low, eyes cast down as he watched my fingers play with his tie.

I might have been mistaken, but I swore I heard his voice break on the word you. He had me transfixed. Rooted to the spot before him. Getting lost in drawing closer. The scent of his cologne. How quickly he'd dressed himself again, not a hair out of place. So taken in by him. For a moment there my heart convinced me he cared about me like a lover should.

He didn't though. My crush was unrequited. In his eyes, I was his fucking little sister. That was all I would ever be. Four years of begging him to fuck me taught me this and yet, last night taught me something else.

An eight year age gap. I was his intern. He was the most powerful man at the company, second only to Billy. Who could blame him for seeing nothing but a child?

I was wrapping my arms around his neck again before I knew what I was doing. Why was I trying so hard when he clearly didn't want me? At this point, did I want a fuck or to just be in his arms again?

"Harmon, can't we just—" I spoke with trembling lips as my mouth neared the collar of his shirt, a dull ache taking root in my chest.

"Daddy doesn't think with his dick, baby girl. I decide who I fuck and it's not going to be you. I won't tell you again. You're staying in LA," he said sternly, grabbing a firm hold of my arms and dragging them away from his body. "Now leave. I have preparations to make for my trip tomorrow."

Later that night, I decided to join my friends at a frat party to drown my sorrows.

"Graduation body shots!" I screamed out into the crowd.

Harmon and I had been buried under work lately so I didn't have the chance to celebrate my graduation. Now seemed as good a time as any. My pride wouldn't let me keep arguing after he flat out said he wouldn't fuck me again. Back to basics. I had heard the words so many times before. So why did it hurt so fucking much this time?

My declaration from atop my makeshift stage - a coffee table - was greeted with coos, wolf whistles and cheers of affirmation from beefy fuck boys and girls. Was I completely wasted as I laid myself down on the table and lifted up my shirt? Why yes, yes I was.

"Is this what heartbreak feels like? It sucks ass," I yelled out into the crowd, replaying his words in my head over and over as the crowd I was drawing cheered.

I decide who I fuck and it's not going to be you.

The crowd around me didn't feature the friends I came with. Still I wasn't about to back down. One of these pretty boy jocks would do nicely for tonight. He wouldn't be Harmon, but then that would be half the fun. A revenge fuck of sorts. The only thing that would get me off more than some random fuck boy sticking it to me tonight was if I could make Harmon watch it happen.

Fuck. Please don't tell me…

"Shit. Did I call Harmon… Or not?" I blurted out, my index finger squishing a pair of soft lips as they approached my alcohol laden navel. "You might want to reconsider if I did."

Harmon was number two - number one was obviously Billy - on my speed dial. Without fail, Harmon was the one I would call when I was in trouble. This was such a time. The last person I wanted to see was him, but old habits die hard. Did I drunk dial him? I was so wasted I couldn't be sure.

"Harmon can wait his turn, just like the rest of us," fuck boy number one of the evening declared, his peers cheering their agreement.

"I'm not really the patient type," said the man of the hour, his broad shoulders effortlessly forcing their way to the front of the crowd. Harmon held out a big hand to me and said, "Come."

Laying eyes on him gave me butterflies in my tummy. I broke out into a fit of giggles as a mixture of joy and sadness crashed down on me.

Then, still beaming from ear to ear, I said, "Don't you remember, daddy? It takes a little more work to make my pussy do that."

With a snide smirk, fuck boy number one bumped his shoulder into Harmon's. His group of friends came to surround Harmon and he said, "Sounds like the lady wants to stay and have a good time."

I shook my head faster than a drunk off her ass person should and rambled, "Time to goooooo," knowing, even in my inebriated state, how this ended if I didn't leave with Harmon.

I hated myself for wanting to take Harmon's hand and leave with him. No persuasion needed.

"Sounds to me like you're looking for a fuck toy for the night. Look elsewhere," Harmon said stoically, turning to face the fuck boy of the evening head on despite being surrounded.

The harder the men glared at each other, the more space the spectators gave us. The crowd I drew thinned. Less and less people were looking to get with me as the vein on the side of Harmon's forehead became engorged. My revenge sex plan was not Harmon approved.

My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. I only knew we were leaving because I recognized the sequence of events that followed Harmon knocking out the pushy twenty something asshats one by one. Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Deep, harsh strides soon carried us outside, my face rubbing up against Harmon's toned back muscles through his fitted shirt. Was this why I came out tonight? To give him a reason to come after me? Long before we fucked, the feeling of being thrown about by his strong arms never failed to get me all hot and bothered.

"Harmon, you're cock blocking me," I screamed from my upside down posture, getting dizzier with every step Harmon took as I threw my tantrum.

He set me down on my feet gingerly, then opened the door to the passenger side.

"Maybe when you start selecting companions with dick sizes that indicate some form of maturity, I'll stop. Get in the car." Harmon growled, barely able to contain himself.

"Make me," I said, folding my arms in a huff.