Olivia — Look what you do to me

OLIVIA

My head tilted to the side. Laying eyes on him gave me butterflies. I broke out into a fit of giggles as joy and sadness collided inside me.

Just fucking accept me.

Love me, damn it.

Why do you look at me like that if you don't give a shit? Why don't your actions match your words?

Still beaming, I said, "Don't you remember, daddy? It takes a little more work to make my pussy do that."

Fuck boy number one bumped Harmon's shoulder menacingly. His friends came to surround my protector.

Dread settled in my stomach as testosterone leaked out of them like my cunt was the last viable one on earth.

"Sounds like the lady wants to stay and have a good time," my would be revenge fuck said smugly.

I shook my head, then groaned when I remembered I was drunk.

"Time to goooooo," I said, struggling to get up, trying to avoid a scene.

Well, a bigger scene.

"Sounds to me like you're looking for a fuck toy for the night. Look elsewhere," Harmon said, voice ice cold, not so much as a flicker in his face.

When would these pretty boys learn? Daddy didn't get told no.

Six to one.

It wouldn't help them a lick.

My drunken brain didn't register when the beefcake jocks and Harmon started trading blows. Before I knew it, it was happening and then I blinked and it was over.

Before the stranger whose bed I was not making it into tonight could hit the floor, I was tossed over Harmon's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Deep, harsh strides soon carried us outside, my face rubbing up against Harmon's toned back muscles through his fitted shirt.

Was this why I came out tonight? To give him a reason to come after me?

Maybe.

Long before we fucked, the feeling of being thrown about by his strong arms never failed to get me all hot and bothered.

"Harmon, you're cock blocking me," I screamed from my upside down posture, getting dizzier with every step Harmon took as I threw my tantrum, fists banging against his back.

He didn't budge.

Only when we got to his car did he set me down on my feet gingerly. Then he opened the door to the passenger side, like he hadn't just effectively kidnapped me.

"Maybe when you start selecting companions with dick sizes that indicate some form of maturity, I'll stop 'cockblocking' you. Now get in the car," Harmon growled, barely able to contain himself.

"Make me," I said, folding my arms in a huff.

"Get in the fucking car or I'll bring Will out here to see what a train wreck his sister is," he ordered, knowing he wasn't playing fair.

It wasn't like I didn't already know I was going with him. It just annoyed the hell out of me that he knew it too.

"I tried the whole big dick thing earlier today, remember? You refused to stick it into me," I sassed him, puckering my lips and blowing him a kiss before bending to his will and sliding into my seat.

He slammed my door closed and jogged over to the driver's seat and slid in beside me. Now sitting next to me, his whole body turned towards me and he leaned in.

My heart stopped.

Fuck, he was beautiful up close.

Not handsome. Not hot.

Beautiful.

Like an angelic devil closing in to steal my soul.

"Ouch," I said, wiping away a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth with my fingertips.

Genuine concern flooded my body, despite Harmon having bled far worse for me in similar situations.

"You've got to stop showing up like this. You'll make me think I still have a shot, daddy," I slurred, then promptly closed my eyes while he came closer.

No meeting of lips. No anything except… him strapping me in?

Right. Seat belt. Duh.

If he responded to my last quip, I didn't hear it. By this point, I had dozed off.

Harmon sped down the busy roads of LA, leaving me on the verge of throwing up by the time the car stopped.

I found myself in a familiar garage. This brought a smile to my face despite everything spinning around me.

Because Harmon had elected to bring me back to his.

Back up in his apartment, the very place we had our night together, he laid me down on the couch like I was precious cargo.

The pain in my chest intensified. I couldn't help it.

I felt cared for and like I mattered.

Fucking confusing asshole.

We came face to face once more as he covered my body with a blanket.

"It's going to be okay, Olive. We'll just go back to normal when I get back. Just forget last night," he said dotingly, cupping my cheek.

This time he didn't hesitate.

I could feel his eyes on me. His body lingering by my side.

Yeah. Sure. Totally. So simple.

I was on the couch, not in his bed.

Still, those intense eyes.

For a moment there, he had me thinking I'd get a steaming goodnight kiss. Or maybe a snuggle.

Anything was better than being alone tonight.

Just as my pride eluded me and I was about to see if I could make something happen, his phone rang.

My heart sank.

Only one person called him this late at night.

"Tell Macy I said hi," I mumbled groggily, turning my back on him.

Yes, boys and girls. There was a girlfriend.

Well, sort of.

Macy broke up with Harmon right before Harmon and I hooked up, but that wasn't uncommon.

Macy and Harmon were on again off again.

Why?

Because he was always with me.

For work, of course.

Just. Work.

"For fuck's sake, it was a work meeting, Macy. Get over it," Harmon grumbled as his voice got further and further away and the make up began.

Like it always did.

This time, it hurt worse.

Because you fucking fucked me, you dick.

The worst part?

Technically, he wasn't lying.

I mean there really was a meeting before the fucking.

I heard my name mentioned several times in the back and forth between them, unable to tune out their argument despite it happening in his bedroom.

Which I wasn't in. Wouldn't be in. Not tonight. Or ever again.

It was all I could do not to cry out his name for her to hear as my fingers slipped past the fabric of my thong.

Macy was… age appropriate.

An agent to supermodels.

Not his best friend's kid sister.

Also, she somehow got him to keep going back to her for a whole year.

That was like a record for Harmon.

So pretty much his future wife then.

Right.

I really was pathetic.

I laid back, rolled up in a blanket kissed by his scent.

Too broken for tears, I inhaled deeply and slid two fingers into my pussy, wishing they were his dick.

Look what you do to me, Harmon Chancellor.