All Chapters of The Billionaire's Sister: Daddy's Dangerous, Baby Girl : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

"What was that?" I rasped out, taking deep breaths trying to stabilize my breathing as my body finally stilled in Harmon's arms. "Time for champagne and strawberries," he said, smiling down at me contently. That wasn't even close to what he said. Deciding not to ruin the moment by pestering him about it, I wrapped my arms around his waist and snuggled up to him. His arms tightened around me, welcoming my attention, sending a thrill of unparalleled joy down my spine. Letting out a peaceful sigh, I said, "What happened to me not leaving your bed once I got into it?" Nothing could ruin this moment for me. I finally understood what people meant when they said the intimacy after the sex was its own reward. The sex afterglow was all around me. I had never been so satisfied. Being in his arms was the best feeling in the whole world. I felt closer to him than ever before. I was on cloud nine. Everything was amazi

"The yacht is ready for your dinner plans, Mr. Chancellor," said a discreet Liam, not missing a beat, having watched the situation play out with Olivia in the background. It hit me like a ton of bricks. The phone call wasn't room service. Liam would have dealt with that personally. It was Liam, trying to warn me this shit was about to go down. "Dinner on the yacht huh? You really are going all out," Macy cood, taking a turn about the suite. Olivia sunk behind a couch just as Macy turned in her direction. I glared at Will, who flashed me a smirk. "Hey Macy, give Harmon and I a minute to get him ready. Liam will escort you to the yacht," said Will, winking at me like we were co-conspirators. "If you knew I was coming, why aren't you ready for dinner?" asked Macy, suddenly suspicious as she sidestepped Will and wandered further into the suite. I couldn't focus on Macy or her suspicion. Buried under the protectiveness, the desire to shield Olivia, rage was brewing. Festering. "You

Once I found a way to let Olivia go, she shoved ties and shirts into my face without another word. Her question, the one I didn't dare answer, went round and round in my mind. I went on autopilot, taking clothes from her and dressing myself. She had us both dressed and her makeup touched up in record time. Half an hour later, we were boarding the yacht. "Allow me," I said, offering my hand to her once I was on the yacht. She stared at my hand, hesitant. I bit back a growl. She fucking never hesitated before. Desperate for reasons to feel her warm touch again, I snapped at her without meaning to. "Take my fucking hand, Olivia," I said harshly, earning me a glare from her. "I'm a billionaire's sister. I can get on a fucking yacht by myself, Harmon," she sassed me, gracefully boarding the yacht on her own. Of course she could. I knew that. She could find her own way home from a party no matter how drunk she was or prepare her own damn bagels. Just like I could put on a suit or close