All Chapters of One night stand with my brother's killer best friend: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"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

"Not tonight you won't. By order of Marino, you are to play nice until JR's release has been secured," said Jack, his voice grating to my ears. Until tonight, I considered Jack a true friend. He was one of the only people from my old life that existed in my new one. We had an understanding about each other. Strengths, weaknesses, history. I knew him intimately and he knew me. This made his betrayal inconvenient. Nevertheless, the temporary truce he had just announced was a welcome reprieve. "What happened to not kissing Marino's ass?" I scoffed over my shoulder. "I'm not. I'm Switzerland. I'm here to negotiate peace between you and Marino so you don't go to war with the Italian mafia. You're fucking welcome," Jack informed me, illiciting a grin from me. "Do you expect me to be grateful that you're playing both sides?" "You and Marino, you're more alike than you care to admit, Chance. The dickhead forced my hand, just like you did. I fucking took the job to save the both of us," J

The music died. All eyes were on us in seconds, but I only cared about a set of brilliant blue ones watching this play out. Will was right next to me. I fought with myself not to seek Olivia out in the crowd. Still somehow on my side despite Macy being his wife's best friend, Will gestured for two of Liam's guys to intervene. I would have said I was sorry, but I really wasn't. Our break up was the best thing that ever happened to me. Olivia was the best thing that ever happened to me. "Macy, think of your reputation. This isn't the time or place," Will said coolly. "You lying, cheating piece of shit. She can have you. I'm nobody's placeholder. Let go," Macy ranted, seeming to calm down as she pulled her wrists free from my grasp. I did as she asked. She snatched another champagne flute off the stunned waiter's tray. Prepared to side step a repeat performance, I let out a disi

I walked up to him and slapped him clean across the face. Ragged breaths overwhelmed my body as I stood before him. My being felt naked and indignant, despite only giving him a small article of clothing. Unfazed, perhaps even amused, he lifted the thong to his nose and took a deep whiff. My thighs rubbed against each other. Wetness drenched my inner thighs. My pussy contracted painfully, desperate for his dick. I held my head high as best I could. The tip of his tongue dipped into a wet puddle on my thong. Swallowing hard, I watched his tongue scoop up my pussy juices and return to his mouth. The visual was frustratingly arousing. Backtracking to the security of the table, I clung to it for support once I laid hands on it."Get on the table. These smell and taste amazing, but daddy needs a real taste. From the source," his in charge, stoic voice demanded. My body was moments away from dropping to the floor in a heap, where I would likely beg to worship h