Semua Bab The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl : Bab 1 - Bab 10

"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 fin

I drunkenly stumbled through his apartment to do his bidding. Competing thoughts fought for my attention as I approached his bedroom door. Harmon wouldn't say that. He said no. He always said no. He didn't say no last night. Sure sounded like him. Was the voice I was hearing real or did I crave him so badly that I was drumming up delusions? "Only one way to find out," I said to myself, laying my hand on the door knob of his bedroom door. The yelling died down a while back, so the phone call was over. Wasn't it? Maybe he really had invited me into his bed after all. Maybe he needed comfort because he and Macy were really done this time. Like this my drunken brain convinced me a good dicking awaited me on the other side of his bedroom door. The anticipation, the dire need to cum, the booze. It was all going to my head. "Fuck it," I finally whispered, opening the door. "Baby girl, yes. Just like that," Harmon's deep, relieved voice filled the room as he sighed with pleasur

Acting on instinct, I jumped up from my bed and away from Olivia. If looks could sear off dicks, I would be doubled down on my knees, bleeding out by now. "Mace, you know how I am," Olivia began, feebly trying to explain our way out of this fiasco. "Harmon didn't—" "Don't fucking Mace, you know how I am me," Macy exploded, her face seething. "One year. Exactly one fucking year yesterday I've been putting up with whatever the fuck this is. Believing you every time you said you weren't sticking your dick in her. Just a last minute meeting, Mace. My fucking ass. Breaking up with you was the right decision. You're exactly the piece of shit I thought you were, Harmon Chancellor." I wanted to face palm again as I internally groaned. No wonder Macy was so angry on the phone last night. The night I spent with Olivia was our one year anniversary and I completely forgot. She was completely right to dump my ass. Plus she had a point. I did fuck Olivia and it blew my fucking mind. "Nothing

Olivia was the shill AKA the inside man. Not the mark. This was my only comfort as I dragged Olivia off the plane. My fingers were wrapped tightly around Olivia's dainty wrist as I tried to deal with shit as it came at me. "Stop making such a fuss Harmon. I'm Olivia Hunter—" Olivia whined, reminding me once more of her innocence. She was just a fucking child and I fucked her. Now she was inadvertently endangering herself because of it. The guilt ate at me. My gut tightened at the thought of how JR might use Olivia to get to Will. JR was a wild card. She didn't give a shit about anything except completing the job. Thanks Marino. The fucker could have picked someone else but no. He just had to stick me with this crazy bitch. I had to keep Olivia away from JR by any means necessary. "Shut up. You know that shit doesn't work on me, Miss Hunter. I'm your boss. Next time I give you a direct order, fucking listen or I'll fire your ass. Hunter or not," I said pointedly, fuming at the

Half an hour of pacing later, I heard the door to Harmon's suite unlock, stopping me dead in my tracks. "Food. You haven't eaten in hours," Harmon said, motioning for the server to enter his suite. "Is it poisoned? Drugged?" I asked snarkily, but I could hear the mistrust in my own voice and had no doubt he could too. Some part of me meant the words. I didn't know this man. He locked me in a fucking room. Had dangerous friends. Self proclaimed himself dangerous. What the hell was Harmon into? Harmon was Billy's fixer. Whenever someone was in Will's way or made themselves a nuisance, Harmon would take care of it. When Will had a problem, Harmon magically made it disappear. I didn't always know how, but I suspected his means weren't always legal. I knew all this, but I thought that was just what receptionists did. Now he had me out here questioning everything, refusing to tell me anything. Daddy, what exactly does 'dangerous' mean?