Page 40 of Ruthless Heir

“There’s no trouble at all.” Harper moves closer to him, breaking the demented stare he’s giving me. “How about I see you next week at the party?”

At the mention of this party he looks away from me. It’s like she said magical words that have him back under her spell.

“Sure thing, baby girl.”

Baby girl?

My hand balls at my side and my knuckles crack.

“Call me,” Harper says in a sweet voice.

“Of course.” Jack winks at her and gives her a quick kiss on her forehead.

The asshole ignores me until he gets back on his bike, then he throws me a

vicious look before he guns the engine and rides away, tearing down the drive in the same manner he came in—wild.

As soon as he turns the corner and we can’t see him anymore Harper snaps her gaze back to me and summons the filthiest look I’ve ever seen.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Did you have to be so damn rude to him?”

“Where did you meet that guy?” I cut to the chase.

She stares back at me as if I’ve just sprouted fur all over my face. “What the hell are you asking me?”

“You heard me. Where did you meet him?”

“You are unbelievable. He's a friend of mine.”

“That is not a friend. That guy wants to fuck you.”

“Oh my God. I’m not talking to you right now.” She marches past me, dashing up the wide steps and into the house.

I follow. I’m not done with her yet. “That's the kind of guy you shouldn't be with.”

“Why? What’s wrong with him?”

“Are you serious? Apart from the attitude, just look at him. Covered in tats with that long hair like a pirate. Everything is wrong with him.”

She stops and whirls around to face me. “You are being completely ridiculous. You have tons of tattoos and there was a time when you had long hair, too.”

“I was in college and my hair was never that fucking long. How old is he?”

“Thirty-four.”

Hearing that fucks with me even more. No wonder he called her baby girl. “Harper. He’s too old for you.”

“No, he’s not. He’s perfect for me.

“So he isn’t just a friend, then? You two are fucking around?”

“Guess what? I'm not having this conversation with you.” She turns and continues her pursuit down the hallway. But I still follow.

“You’re not going to that party next week.”

To my surprise she laughs.

“I’m serious. You'renotgoing.” I raise my voice.

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