Page 116 of Ruthless Heir

I also hope Harper isn’t getting into too much trouble. I still can’t thank you enough for looking after her.

Lisa told me the craziest story about you two. Apparently, the press believes you’re dating. Those fuckers.

I laughed my ass off. The press will make up all kinds of convincing shit.

I guess it’s a good thing I know Harper isn’t your type and is like a sister to you. You wouldn’t go there with her so I have nothing to worry about.

I can’t wait to catch up properly when I’m back on dry land. Keep me posted, buddy.

Talk soon,

Josh

I take a drag on my cigar and stare at the email from Josh. On the laptop screen it looks like a spotlight competing with the shroud of darkness filling my bedroom.

It’s three in the morning and I’m sitting at the desk by the window, smoking and torturing myself.

I should be asleep because I have to leave for Hong Kong before six. But I couldn’t sleep because my fucking dick is still hard for Harper, despite having had her four times over the last few hours. And because of this…

Josh’s email.

It screwed with me yesterday when it first arrived, too.

I only looked at it again because it slipped back into my mind the instant Harper fell asleep.

I glance at her in my bed, wrapped in my silky sheets. Her breasts are exposed and her hair is sprawled out on the pillow around her.

She looks like the goddess of trouble again.

Trouble for me.

Josh would kill my ass if he saw us now. When I first read his email I felt guilty for the sinful thoughts I’d been harboring for his sister. Then I felt irritated by his message.

Knowing him the way I do, I imagined him rewriting the last two paragraphs to get his message across without sounding like an ass. The rest of the message sounded upbeat to cover up his true worries—that I’m back home fooling around with his sister.

‘I guess it’s a good thing I know Harper isn’t your type and is like a sister to you. You wouldn’t go there with her so I have nothing to worry about.’

Sorry, Josh. Harper has always been my type. She’s never been like a sister to me, and as for going there, well…

We’ve had unprotected sex four times. Right now she could be pregnant.

I don’t know. But I’m that fucked up to impregnate her and use it as an excuse to keep her.

My baby. My girl. End of story.

But knowing Josh it wouldn’t end there. So, baby or not, that’s something I have to think about—him.

Not now, though. Because I can’t answer the email yet. Every time I’ve tried to formulate a response I come up short and don’t know what to say. It feels wrong to lie and it feels wrong to act like nothing is going on.

At the same time, I know that I can’t tell Josh the truth just yet.

Knowing Harper never forgot that night years ago feels like I’ve been given a second chance to make it right. Not just for her but for myself, too.

It’s like someone took us back in time and put me back on that path.

Right now, I know I’m running on sex and adrenaline. I’m not thinking beyond this room. I also know I have to make a decision oneverythingonce and for all.

But it can wait. All of it can fucking wait.

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