All Chapters of Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

HARLANTHE PREVIOUS NIGHTI don’t get attached easily. Or ever.Life taught me at a young age that it was a surefire way to get your heart ripped from your fucking chest.But I wasn’t always a cold-hearted, closed off person either. In fact, when I was younger, my mother used to tell me that I was far too trusting and a tad too sweet for this world. She always said my kind heart would get me killed one day.I didn’t believe her. I used to think only good things would happen to those who did good.How wrong I was.How fucking wrong I was. I should have listened when mother warned me to grow some balls.But I didn’t. And I paid for it.I was beaten for my kindness.I was abused for my good deeds.I went on a spiral after watching my mother die in front of me. I was forced down the dark path of drugs and crime… all because I had a good heart. A heart that didn’t know how to properly handle pain.I didn’t become a stone-hearted bastard over night.Years of pain, abuse and repressed emot

SCARLETTDrake opens his mouth to speak and in that moment, I lift my eyes to the ceiling, genuinely wondering why I even agreed to come here. To do this.“I’m sorry for hurting you the five years we were together.”My breath gets stuck in my throat as I lower my eyes to him.He looks sincere enough with his head bowed and all, but something about the whole situation feels off.I can’t quite put a finger on it, but something isn’t right.“I know I disrespected you so many times. I’m just…” he raises his head, meeting my gaze; “I’m just wondering if you could find a place in your heart to forgive me.”For several long moments, a stiff, stony silence settles over the table. I keep my gaze locked on his, making sure he feels every second of the discomfort before I finally speak;“I noticed your engagement finger is bare,” I say, taking a deliberate sip of champagne while watching his reaction closely.Sure enough, he lowers the hand to his lap, discomfort flickering in his eyes; “Scarlet

HARLANScarlett’s eyes widen, surprise written plainly across her features.But all I can think about is how easy it would be to lose myself in those bright green depths. And how I’d gladly stay there forever.Her lips part and I feel my cock thicken within my jeans. For a moment, I forget all about the rage that threatened to choke me just a second ago. All I can think about are those plump, red lips wrapped around my cock, slurping and choking on it until we’re both breathless and delirious with pleasure. Maddening images of Scarlett covered in my cum plague my mind, burning so vividly that I’m forced to curl my fingers into fists before I do something stupid.Then her eyes narrow with suspicion.“Since when did you become the owner of Sterling Intercontinental?”I pause, looking down at her. “Excuse me?”She cocks her head to the side and lifts one brow.I hate it when she does that. When she looks at me like she can see straight through the darkness in my soul. I swallow hard,

HARLAN I lean back in my seat, my heart hammering wildly against my ribcage as I watch Scarlett lick every trace of my cum from her lips and chin. She’s still on her knees, looking up at me with utmost devotion. Her beautiful eyes are a bright, shimmering green. And the dusting of pink blush on her high cheekbones is ethereal enough to send a grown man to his knees. And I know I realized this the first day I set my eyes on her, but it suddenly dawns on me once again that Scarlett is beautiful. Her eyes. Her lips. Her nose. The soft curve of her cheeks. Every inch of Scarlett Whitmore is simply breathtaking. I have met women from every corner of the world, yet none of them come close. Scarlett Whitmore is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Dare I say the most beautiful on earth. And I make sure she knows it. Leaning forward, I gently brush my fingers beneath her chin, my heart melting when she instinctively leans into my touch. “You’re so beautiful, doll face,”

HARLANFuck, she tastes good. I thought it would be a light peck, a quick brush of my lips against Scarlett’s to show her that she truly belongs to me and me alone. But when she lets out a tiny whimper and melts against my chest, I lose all sense of reason.I always envisioned what it would feel like to finally kiss Scarlett. Thoughts of her soft, plump lips against mine have kept me up for many nights. And the wait was definitely worth it. Because she tastes way better than I imagined.I bury my fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp as I pull her closer.Scarlett tastes like vanilla and sin wrapped in one detectable package. And I cannot seem to get enough.“Open up for me, baby.” I mumble against her lips. “Please.”I don’t care that I sound like a desperate, love-sick fool. I don’t care that she might probably use this against me later. All I want is her.All I need is her.My heart hammers wildly as my fingers slide to the soft curve of her ass. I angle her head, slipping my