Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

Maddox 

So many hours had gone by since I had gone down on Harper, but I could still taste her on my tongue. 

Even after I had her ride me in the middle of the night, I had woken up hard as hell that morning when she was fast asleep in my arms, but she needed the rest so I left for my morning fitness routine. 

I expected her to have her breakfast and leave, but when she asked about that room with grill doors and had a genuine interest in my art and how it all began, she was asking too much. I had to remind her why she was with me to have a good time so she could forget about Grayson. 

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I finished up with the call so I could finally fuck her in the gym, but Tiffany ruined it. I didn’t know much about Anna, just enough to know that my sister crossed the line. 

Even though I ended up wanting Harper just as much as I did during the night, especially when she looked like she was ready to surrender to me, I wasn’t going to make her moan my name again when she was hurting like that. 

So I played it cool and took her home, even gripping the steering wheel tightly to stop myself from touching her. 

But the second we arrived at her place and she stood before me, I yanked her closer by the waist. Her breath hitched and fuck, that sound. Her hands awkwardly rested on my chest as she looked up at me, flustered. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 

I brushed my knuckles against her cheek. I just needed her to feel it. 

“I should get going now, but you better keep one thing in mind.” 

“Which is?” 

My gaze dropped to her lips then back to her eyes. “We’re still on for round two.” 

She pressed her lips together, furrowing her eyebrows while pulling on my shirt. I couldn’t tell if she did that because she was thinking about the slap, or the fact that I chose to bring her home when I made my intentions to fuck her in the gym clear. 

“Hey, watch the shirt,” I said as I dropped my arms from her waist. “It costs more than this house you live in.” 

She dropped her hands from my shirt in disbelief. “You don’t even know how much I pay for it each month.” 

“That wouldn’t make any difference.” 

She scoffed, turning around and making her way to the front door, but paused. 

“What is it?” 

She glanced at her feet. “These flip flops don’t even fit me but I wore them anyway along with your clothes, but why did I leave my heels at your place?” 

I smirked, getting closer so I could lower my voice. “I’m glad you left them. They’ll always be a reminder of what your legs looked like on my shoulders.” 

She blinked rapidly, then composed herself. 

“Thanks.” Her voice was soft. 

“For what?” 

“For making sure my car was brought here and not being a complete ass after what happened with Tiffany.” 

That caught me off guard and I chose not to comment on it. “I might change my mind and decide to go back with the clothes you have on. You better go inside before I take them off-” 

“Aaand he’s back,” she said quietly as she unlocked the door. 

My clothes were a little too big for her, but they still looked good on her. Maybe it was because she wore them with so much confidence, or just the fact they belonged to me. 

I waited until she was inside before getting in my car. 

While I was on my way to meet Grayson, I felt I owed Uncle Sebastian an explanation, so I gave him a call. 

“Hmm,” he said as soon as he picked up. “I wonder if truly, work was so important that you chose to miss out on the wedding reception.” 

“Hey, Uncle.” 

“I’m listening.” He sounded serious at that moment, expecting a detailed explanation. 

“It had nothing to do with work, but long story short-” 

“Nope! I want the full version. Do you know how hard it was for me to cover for you? No one believed that you didn’t pick up my calls, especially your father. I had to do some acting to make it work.” 

I chuckled. “You’re the best.” 

“Tell me something I don’t know! Now, why weren’t you there?” 

“Someone needed my help.” 

“Who? What help?” 

He had raised me from the time I was nine years old until I was fifteen and he had always been one to ask so many questions as long as he wasn’t satisfied. 

I sighed loudly. “It was this girl-” 

“I should have guessed it, but man, she must have been so special that you chose to miss out on the wedding reception.” 

“It’s not that she was special. The situation was just…different.” 

I huffed while shaking my head. He just wouldn’t let it go, so I told him about Harper but left out a lot of the details and the part about Grayson. 

Grayson was parked outside one of his luxurious restaurants, but when I parked mine a few cars away from his, I leaned against it. He was the one who wanted to talk to me in person and the only way we were doing it was if he followed me right where I was. I sent him that text and watched him slam his car door loudly a few seconds later. 

He firmly shook his head, balling his hands into fists. “You’re lying! She’d never do that, not the Harper I know.” 

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