Semua Bab The Harper Twins: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Karla shrugged her arm out of Aimee's grasp and turned back to the stove. She bit her lower lip, pulling bacon out of the frying pan and placing the crispy strips on the paper towel. She wasn't sure if she should tell her sister what she did or not. Aimee could be a judgmental prude at times, and Karla already beat herself up enough about what she did. She didn't need the sanctimonious lecture. Yet, Aimee was also like a dog with a bone when it came to wanting something. She would nag Karla to death until Aimee wore her sister down. Like now. She wasn't pressing the issue. She just stood there, her arms over her chest, waiting, as if she knew Karla would tell her. It was rude. She wouldn't do it. No. Not this time. She would just fix her BLT and ignore Aimee's staring, judging, obnoxious…Karla took a deep breath. "I cheated on Mitch last night. Or this morning. Whichever. I had sex with Heath and Sean at Sand Dune before we left."She turned to see her sister's reaction and wished she

He drove her absolutely crazy. It was bad enough Mitch told her they would not have sex until after her punishment, but he was going about the day acting as if nothing had even happened. He kissed on her, caressed her; he even made her sleep naked, so he could touch her all night long. But no sex. He made her dress up in a skimpy outfit for the shop, and Lloyd not only ogled her but played grab ass all morning long to Mitch's laughter, but even Lloyd wasn't allowed to screw her. Mitch kept the flames up high while not permitting any dousing of the fire, which burned between her legs. All he would say was, "After your punishment." Of course, then he wouldn't reveal what that punishment would entail, just that he would enjoy it, and she deserved it. She just wanted it over with, so she could fuck him again. She hated waiting. She wanted things when she wanted them. And that was now!She growled as the office phone rang, snatching it up. "Greenway Auto Repair." This would be a long day.S

This feels like shit. Aimee Harper was accustomed to being in the offices of the Benson and Taylor Law Firm, just not on the client side of the table. She didn't like the feeling. While there were times she felt bad for the clients who sat opposite the lawyers, her heart aching for what was happening to them, this time was different. This time, the usually warm and inviting wood paneling sent a cold shiver of dread through her. This time, the soothing landscape portraits on the wall mocked them and their hope. This time, the comforting cup of warm coffee in front of her made her nauseous, while the dark burgundy drapes, which were meant to offer a soothing semblance of comfort from a cold, harsh outside world, suffocated her, making her claustrophobic. This time, the cold sweat made her keep wiping her palms on her slacks, the fluttering of her heart due to her anxiety, and the twisting in the pit of her stomach all came from what she was forced to endure; well, what she and Clint Ashe

"That sucks," Karla said before taking a sip of her lemonade. When Aimee made it back home, Karla was already sitting on the balcony, drink in hand, enjoying the waves rolling in from the Atlantic. Aimee dumped her purse on the dining room table, fixed herself a drink, and joined her sister on the balcony. She didn't take the other chair, though, but instead, leaned back on the railing, the ocean breeze tugging on her blond hair. She went all day without venting her frustration, not wanting Ginny to think she blamed her for what couldn't be accomplished, but the moment Aimee saw Karla, she couldn't hold it in any longer and just let her annoyance out. "I feel for Clint; I truly do," Aimee said. "That woman ran out on him, left him with the responsibility of raising their daughter alone, and now she just gets to waltz back in and pick up as if she never left? It's not right. To be honest, the whole thing is pretty fucked up.""But it's not like she's picking everything right back up w

Aimee woke up, the weight of Clint's arm across her stomach. A quick glance at the window let her know it was still night; she hadn't overslept. She turned and kissed Clint's nose. "It's time for me to go home."He pulled her closer to him, his arm a tight grip around her waist. "Why? Just stay here. We'll call it Sleep-in Saturday."She smiled at his groggy voice. "You know we can't do that. Abigail will catch us, remember? We don't need that."He didn't let go of her, however. "Who says? She's going to find out about us sooner or later. I mean, I highly doubt she hasn't noticed us spending so much time together. She's a smart one, that girl of mine.""Yeah, but with everything that's happening, do you think that's wise? It might just confuse her even more."He finally opened one eye, squinting at her, his lips curled down in a frown. "You mean with Bonnie back around?" He sighed as he lifted himself up on an elbow, keeping his other arm around her waist. "Why would Bonnie being back