Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 41

Harper 

My forehead creased at how he had the nerve to say that to me. 

“I’m the one who shut you out? Are you sure about that?” I raised my voice a little, making the few customers turn their heads towards us. “Well, damn, people can’t just mind their own business 

My voice was quiet and softer now, making him chuckle, 

“You know what? I’m sorry I said it like that. We’re here now and that’s what matters,” he said. 

I nodded in agreement. “So, tell me about all the shitty decisions you ever made. I’d like to hear them. 

He grinned, clearing his throat before he began to speak. 

As I listened to him, I watched his face the whole time. That was the longest I had ever been with him since my return. I had missed out on so much and it was the same for him when I began to tell him all about college. 

“Hold on, you actually dated that guy?” He tilted his head with amusement. 

“Yeah and that was two years ago.” 

“Everything you said made it sound like the guy really loved you.” 

“He really did.” 

“But your heart just wasn’t there.” 

“Exactly and I thought it was better not to lead him on.” 

“Maybe you did that a bit too soon.” He leaned forward. “Don’t you know that sometimes, you fall in love with someone as time goes by?” 

“I did give it time, but it just didn’t happen.” 

“For how long were you guys together?” 

“Six months.” 

“And everything was good?” 

“It was great.” 

“Even the sex?” He smirked. 

I gave him a side eye. “Of course. He was just my type. He had everything I was looking for in a guy, but the heart wants what it wants.” 

“Exactly, just look at Tiffany and I.” 

I balled 

my hand into a fist so I wouldn’t slam the counter. Why did he have to bring her into the conversation? It made me so mad, but I exhaled slowly not to show it. 

“Yeah? What about her?” I asked with fake enthusiasm. 

“So many things about her turn me off – she’s mean to most of the people she just considers servants, throws tantrums like a child and doesn’t care about consequences. Even with all that, there are so many things I still love about her. The heart really wants what it wants.” 

way 

At that moment, I regretted the fact that I let the conversation about her keep going. The he spoke about her shattered my heart so much that I placed three shot glasses right in front of me, poured whiskey in all three and took the first shot so it could burn my throat. 

I didn’t even put down the glass and was already bringing another one to my lips when he placed his hand on my wrist. 

“Whoa, slow down,” he chuckled in surprise, taking the glass for me. 

“Why?” My eyes narrowed at his wedding ring. “Aren’t we here to have a good time?” 

“Yeah, but not like this. I see what you’re doing here.” He nodded, like he’d just figured it out. 

“What?” 

I was fuming inside, but when he leaned closer and smiled at me, I melted. 

“You’re doing this on purpose.” He smirked. “You want to get as drunk as you can know that no matter what, I’ll take care of you. 

because you 

Having him that close wasn’t good for me, so I leaned back, picking up the shot glass that was on the counter and bringing it to my lips. “You’re right about that, so cheers!” 

I hadn’t heard half of what Grayson had been talking about as the whiskey made me feel like I was going to pass out. I even rested my head on the counter for support. 

I could barely hold a glass and when he spotted me almost dropping it, he reached for it and put it back on the counter. 

“I think that’s enough now. You might start throwing up all over me.” He teased me. “How about…” 

He trailed off when his phone began to ring on the counter. I looked over and it was Tiffany. He just watched it for a while, like he didn’t know what to do. 

“Well, are you going to pick up?” I lazily asked him. 

He looked away from the screen. “You turned off your phone before we even left your place and I should’ve done the same.” He rose to his feet, then stood right beside me when he was real close and said, “I’ll call her back later. Wanna know why?” 

“Why?” My breath was a little heavy. 

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he said, “Because I’m not yet done with you. I’m taking you home. Let’s go.” 

His breath, his touch, the heat coming from his body and the look in his eyes all made me feel like I could fuck him right there. It must’ve been the alcohol, which was why I still tried to fight it. 

“Can I get one more bottle?” I pouted. 

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