Page 20 of Breaking His Rules

I pull my phone out and make the call. It’s time for me to sell this place. I can’t handle three restaurants and I’m man enough to know when to call it quits.

I call a friend I met back in college. He wanted to own a bar, maybe he’ll dismantle the restaurant and make this into more of a bar and club for the evening hours instead.

I wait for him to answer his phone and hear, “Has hell frozen over and the Evan Jackson is calling me?” he asks with a chuckle.

“I guess it fucking has. I got a business opportunity for you. You interested in buying the Ocean Breeze up here by Jacksonville? I know before you were looking for something this way and well. I’m ready to sell,” I say with a huff.

“Fuck yeah? What’s making you sell?” Sebastian says.

“Found the love of my life. She’s on the other side of the state. I’d deal with this place if it wasn’t such a mess. I’m about to fire Diego. Fucker has really made a mess of shit,” I grumble honestly.

“Why don’t I come down and run it until we have the papers transferred. That way you don’t have to close it down and I can see how it runs and if it’d be better as a club than a restaurant,” he says. I can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah man, that would be great. I’ll send you over the paperwork and if the price and contract looks good. We can call this shit a day,” I’m happy as fuck to hear he’s interested.

“I’ll be down this afternoon. I’m already in Florida for a fishing tournament. It won’t take me but a couple of hours to be there,” he says.

“Sound good. I’ll be here.” We hang up and I can’t help but sit back in my chair and relax more now than ever. I knew Sebastian was a crazy fucker, but wanting in without seeing the asking price, even I was taken aback.

Sebastian is a professional fishing angler. He always had dreams of owning a bar, but he was out chasing his next biggest catch.

I roll my sleeves up and start picking up my desk with a smile on my face. I know he’ll take this place off my hands and that leaves me free to spend the next couple of days completely immersed in Harlow.

If I have anything to do with it, we’ll be leaving with her pregnant and my next order of business will be my ring on her finger.

25

Harlow

I’m dozing off in the afternoon sun under the umbrella they have by the lounge chairs, when I feel fingertips slowly trailing along the inside of my leg. I roll more onto my back with my legs falling open. My body instantly knowing Evan is surrounding it.

He stops right at the apex of my thigh and I moan as I open my eyes and take him in. He must have gone upstairs and changed his clothes. He’s wearing dark navy board shorts and his sunglasses. His full body on display and with his fingertips so close to my pussy, I’m already wet and if we were by ourselves I’d attack him.

“Good nap, Baby?” Evan asks.

“It would be better if we were in bed,” I answer huskily as his fingers pull my bikini bottoms to the side and he slides his finger into my wetness. I look over his shoulder and see it’s just us at the pool and he has his body angled so I’m covered.

When his finger sinks inside of me I close my eyes and drop my head back. The thought of being caught keeping me even more turned on than I was before.

“Evan, please,” I moan and he answers my prayers. He thrusts two fingers inside of me, hitting that bundle of nerves and I’m coming right here on the deck of the pool.

He brings his lips to my ear and my hand up to palm his erection that’s throbbing and ready to come out and says, “Come on, Harlow, let’s go down to the beach.”

I throw my stuff in my beach bag and follow him towards the sand. My hand is firmly encompassed in his. We fit each other, completely.

We come to a stop and Evan pulls me into his arms and says, “Life may change in the next month for us. It may have its ups and downs and rollercoaster rides, but I promise you this, ‘Lo, we’re in this together.”

“I’m ready to ride any rollercoaster as long as you’re there by my side,” I say as I drop my bag on the sand and run towards the ocean.

I dive into the water. It’s the perfect temperature for June in Florida. I come up and slick my hair out of my face when I see Evan is standing in the water. His body glistening from the ocean water and my tongue comes out to lick my lips as I see him standing there. Somedays I wake up and am in shock that he’s mine and I’m his.

---