All Chapters of One night stand with my brother's killer best friend: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"Show me the body," I said to Liam as we stepped out onto the quiet beach, steady rain pelting down on us. "She's in a bad way, but she's not dead. EMTs are—" Liam countered, testing my patience as he matched my quick strides. "She's dead. There's no saving her. Now show me the fucking body so I can do your job and find out who our mystery guest is," I said, curtly cutting him off. There I was, having quite literally just run out on Olivia to deal with a corpse and what was I thinking about? Her. What the fuck happened to me in that suite? I was a primitive asshole who couldn't keep his dick in check. No. Shockingly my dick wasn't the problem. It wasn't me touching Olivia's cunt that bothered me. I was a pragmatist. That part I got. She was fucking stunning. Desirable. Sexy as sin. She had curves in all the right places. Her tits haunted my dreams. How I didn't fuck her when she came to me on her eighteenth birthday, begging for it, I didn't know. What the fuck was I thinkin

"Sing Becky G's Shower," Harmon's husky voice whispered into my ear as he pressed up against my back, his hand overlapping the one I had between my thighs. I giggled before I could stop myself, my body instantly melting into his. His hard dick pressed up against my back as shower jets bathed us in warm water. A shiver went through me anyway when he placed his dick between my ass cheeks. "Why? You hate that song," I whispered, the things I wanted to yell at him about conspicuously missing from my brain as my greedy ass started grinding back on his dick. "I do, especially after the shit you pulled with Johnny moments after singing it. Now fucking sing," he ordered, lips still pressed up against my ear. "Why?" I insisted, confused about him asking me to sing my shower song for him. "Because when you do, you're not naughty, baby girl," his irked voice insisted, a rough hand abruptly yanking my fingers out of my pussy. Pleasure no longer in play, my brain woke right up. Three days. T

She was naked in my bed, giggling as my fingers tickled her sides."Daddy please stop," she begged. Her carefree voice filled the room. I watched her flailing arms and kicking legs with amusement. "Maybe later. When I'm done being pissed that you told me to fuck off just an hour ago," I said, staring at her full lips, swollen from our full blown make out session that ended just moments before the tickling started. "Daddy's obsessed," she called me out playfully. Somehow my hands had found their way up her body and were now massaging her tits. Her wet hair clung to the bite marks and hickeys on them. I stared lustfully at my handiwork. "So much for maybe later," she said with a snort. "Earth to Harmon," she said, stealing a kiss to snap me out of my trance. My lips molded to hers like they had been kissing her for years, eagerly allowing her to have what she wanted. A rumble came from my chest as I thought back to her saying no sex. The words broke my brain. The beast within me

"You know when I said I would have every dress and piece of lingerie sent up for you to choose from, I didn't think you'd take me up on it," said Harmon, watching me with crossed arms as I was surrounded by clothes and saleswomen. "Then you shouldn't have said so. I'm Olivia Hunter, daddy. Limitations aren't my speed," I said, holding a little black dress up against my body while standing in front of the mirror to see how it would look on me. "No," he said, coming up behind me and taking the dress out of my hands."Why not? It's beautiful and sparkly," I said, turning towards him, struggling to force the smile on my face into a pout at his refusal of my choice for tonight. "No time for wardrobe changes," he said, approaching the woman in charge of the lingerie selection. "How may I assist you, Mr. Chancellor?" she asked, her body stiffening as she clasped her hands in front of her tightly, her cheeks turning crimson red. I w

"How are you, Miss Hunter?" Johnny asked from the other side of the suite's door. "More tissues? Something else to take the edge off?" "You're not authorized to enter this room," I said, numbly staring at the suite door.I was seated directly in front of the door, where I had been all afternoon. Day was turning into night. A million tear stained, snot-filled tissues surrounded me. I was such a fuck up. Calling Edward was a stupid idea. "You let me worry about that," said Johnny, turning on the charm. "If you're hitting on me, let's just skip that part. You'd come in here. I'd rock your world," I told him frankly and he chuckled. "I was thinking more along the lines of tequila, but sex works too. It's not wrong to want someone to hold you, you know," he said, and I swear he almost sounded sincere. Then so did Edward when he picked up the phone five minutes ago and said hello. I said hello Mr. Hunter with so much hope in my bosom. Billy warned me not to go looking for our father,