Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 52

Maddox 

I collapsed against the pillows on the massive bed, my sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly as my lungs fought for air. 

Harper’s voluptuous figure still trembled against the sheets like she could still feel me inside her even though I’d already pulled out. 

I threw one arm over her sweaty stomach like I owned her and the last hour felt like I did. 

The silence carried on for a while with just the sound of us breathing hard until I let out a low chuckle. 

“Fuck.” My voice was rough and still dripping with lust. “If you ride me like that ever again, I’m sending you an invoice for damages.” 

She raised her head slightly. “Damages?” 

I smirked, moving my body closer. “You were bouncing on my cock like you were trying to kill me…aggressive little thing.” 

She knew I was right, but she just didn’t want to admit it and even looked away. 

“Now you want to act all innocent?” I grabbed her chin so she could face me again. “I like when you’re in control, but don’t forget who you’re in bed with. I’ll always pin you down 

where I want.” 

She looked like she had a comeback ready but before she could speak up, I flipped her over and she lay flat on her stomach, my hand gently wrapping around the front part of her neck as I teased her ass with the tip of my hard cock. 

Harper had fucked me like there was something she needed to forget and while It came as a fucking pleasant surprise, I was in total control this time, keeping her pinned down however I liked and there was something so sexy about watching her surrender to me. 

I opened the fridge in the kitchen for some water when Harper’s voice came from the doorway, 

“Can I have a glass, too?” she said, approaching the counter and resting her elbows on it. 

She was wearing nothing but my shirt, the same one I’d given her last time and she looked sexy in it with her thick thighs on display and that damp and messy bun. 

As I poured both of us some water, I noticed her constantly glancing at her phone screen with her thumb hovering over it. 

“You know,” I began, “you make it look like the screen is going to bite you and that’s why you’re not doing anything.” My voice was teasing. 

She shrugged, trying to brush it off while still staring at the screen. “It’s nothing.” 

“Nothing?” I repeated, approaching her with two glasses. “You’ve checked it at least five times in the last thirty seconds. That’s not nothing. It’s 1 AM, a new day and that means it’s Anna’s birthday.” 

Her head shot up in surprise. “How did you know that?” 

I stopped right next to her but she didn’t even look down at the water. Her continued surprise as her eyes were locked on mine was amusing to watch. 

“You haven’t sent your sister a lovely message to wish her a happy birthday in the years, but this time is different because she’s turning thirty.” 

She was speechless for a few seconds, then finally blinked rapidly. “Hold on, seriously, how do you know all that?” 

“You’re the one who told me.” I pressed her glass against her arm. 

She took it, narrowing her eyes at me. “I’m the one who told you?” 

“Where else do you think I heard it? From Grayson?” 

Her expression shifted at the mention of his name, like she didn’t want to hear it. Must have been because she’d heard about Tiffany’s pregnancy. 

“But…I don’t remember telling you anything,” she said. 

“Remember that night you were drunk?” I raised my eyebrows. “That’s when you told me. Actually, you told me a lot of things. You just started talking about Anna’s birthday and didn’t know what to do. It was kind of hard to give you my advice because I don’t know the full story between you two and you didn’t give me the details, like it hurt.” 

She huffed as she took a seat. “I…I don’t know if I should wish her a happy birthday.” 

I glanced at her screen and she had already typed a long message. 

“Come on. What’s the worst that could happen?” I said, taking a seat beside her. 

“You don’t understand. It’s not that simple.” 

“Then make me understand. I’ve always been curious, you know. On second thought, you don’t actually have to-” 

“No, it’s okay.” She took a sip before speaking, tightening her fingers around the glass of water. “Anna’s my half–sister,” she finally said. “We only share the same mom and never met our dads. That’s why we kept her last name. After I was born, the resemblance was so strong that we looked like we shared the same parents.” 

“Yup, I remember seeing her a few times. Your mom’s genes were quite strong.” 

I thought that would get a laugh out of her, but she turned even more serious as her dropped to the surface of the counter, like something lingered there. 

gaze 

“My sister and I were very close but everything changed after mom died. She got in trouble and was locked up for five years. When she was released, she was a totally different person and started pushing me away.” 

“She couldn’t keep a relationship and kept making bad choices. She thought she was a bad influence on me and didn’t want to drag me into her mess, so one day, she left town without saying a word.” 

Seeing her like that was…unsettling. Maybe it was because she was hurting in a way I could relate to, even if I’d never admit it. 

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