Page 3 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

Logan

Harper stood at a distance, chatting away on her phone. She was a sight to behold, absolutely stunning. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, drawing attention to the heart-shaped pendant that nestled between her breasts. A pair of silver earrings glinted in the distance, beautifully accentuating her gorgeous face.

Harper's clothes were equally enchanting. She wore a white, spaghetti-strapped dress that exposed her bare shoulders while the hemline skimmed slightly below her thigh, revealing her long, straight legs. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, highlighting her perfect hourglass figure. The sight was seductive, I could feel myself hardening, but thankfully my boner wasn't noticeable. To complete the look, she wore a pair of bright red heels that elevated her height.

The line began to move. Harper was still on the phone. "I'll go get her," Carl said, standing out of the line.

"No!" I stopped him. "I'll go. You should stay with our bags."

"Okay,"

I stepped out of the line and walked over to Harper. The closer I got to her, the tighter my chest felt. It was strange. Even after so many years, being around her still made me nervous. I was a foot away from her, reaching to tap her, when she turned and bumped into me. The clash sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body as she collided with my chest, igniting a spark of desire. I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She looked beautiful, and the compliment hung in my throat. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she had grown to be, but I decided against it, letting the words die in my lungs.

As Harper brushed past me with her red suitcase, gracefully wiggling her waist, I couldn't help but stare longingly at her. From the moment I had set eyes on her again till this moment, everything still felt surreal to me. My heart wouldn't stop racing. I was restless. I couldn't believe she was here, that our paths had crossed again. It felt like a dream—a dream I was still finding hard to believe. But I was still glad to see her.

Harper looked utterly different from what I remembered. Gone was the awkward teenage girl I knew, and in her place was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her brown hair was now darker and longer with bangs. She looked taller, her hips curvier, her breast and ass bigger than I recalled. Her confidence exuded from every inch of her body, and her skin was spotless and creamy. It was a total transformation, and Harper looked breathtaking.

Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but feel drawn back to our past and the guilt I had carried with me all this time. The last time I saw Harper was six years ago, and she was just nineteen years old. I had promised myself one last visit to her place as a goodbye gift before I left for the major leagues. We didn't speak that day, but I remember spending most of the hours thinking of talking to her.

Harper had stood in the corner of the house, away from me, and I could tell she wanted me to come to her. But I never did. I couldn't approach her for many reasons back then—reasons that had also stopped me from telling her I was leaving for good.

I wanted to tell her so badly and not leave things between us sketchy, but things were far more complicated than she would have understood. More so, I knew after what happened between us some nights prior that she would be hurt to know I was leaving. I had to, I had made a promise to him; her brother- my best friend, and I wasn't sure if I would be able to leave Harper the way I did if I was faced with her. So like a coward, I just avoided her. When I left her place that evening, I concluded it was for the best. Harper and I were like family, and we probably should have remained that way.

Seeing Harper again out of the blue struck me hard. I was so unprepared for it, and I felt so displaced. I had never even imagined the possibility of seeing her again. Her appearance had caught me off-guard and offset my entire disposition, but thankfully, she didn't notice it.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked, tapping me on the shoulder as we made our way on the plane. "You seem distracted and a little tense."

"I'm fine," I lied, not taking my eyes off Harper. She found a seat by the window and slid in, lifting her suitcase to get it in the overhead bin. She didn't seem to have much luck, and before anyone else could offer her a hand, I got behind her. I took the suitcase from her and dropped it in the overhead bin.

"Thanks," she muttered, a little reluctance in her voice. Harper took her seat, and I took the seat beside her.

There was a lot of silence between us, and a second later, the speakers blared, announcing takeoff. "So, how's Caleb?" I asked, trying to make conversation with her. I couldn't stand the silence. It was uncomfortable, and I just wanted to talk to her.

"I wouldn't know. We are not close anymore," Harper replied dryly, looking out the window.

"What? You guys were always inseparable."

"Keyword, "we were" It's all in the past," she tucked her hair behind her ear, refusing to look my way. "A lot has changed over the years."

"No kidding. I get that things can't remain the same forever, but," I paused. "Did something happen between you and Caleb?" I asked.

Harper faced me, and a flash of pain appeared in her eyes. I couldn’t decipher if it was because of me or Caleb. "No offense Logan, but it's really none of your business. It's a private matter."

I nodded. "Of course, forgive me. Old habits, you see," I said with a laugh.

The rest of the flight, Harper and I sat silently, with me stealing glances at her occasionally. No matter how much I tried, it was hard not to look at her, especially when she was so near.

The flight landed in Chicago some hours later. I helped Harper retrieve her luggage from the overhead bin before we left the plane. Outside the airport, we waited for our private car, and Carl took care of the rest. Harper and I sat in the backseat of the car, minding our business and staying quiet.

An hour later, the driver pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the enormous hotel. "We are here," he declared, killing the engine.

We alighted from the vehicle and headed into the hotel. Carl approached the desk, and after a few minutes, he returned with three keycards. "I bet you guys are tired. I am too. We should all get some rest. We will talk tomorrow," Carl handed out the key cards respectively as he spoke.

"Thank you," Harper said.

We rode the elevator to the fifth floor and got off, walking down to the rooms at the end of the hall. Harper's room was in between both of our rooms. She tapped her card on the door, and it opened. "Good night," she muttered, and without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the room.

"Night," I whispered to her door before tapping my card. The door buzzed and opened, revealing a sizable bedroom, a single couch, and a king-sized bed with a medium flat screen hanging on the wall. The walls were a bright shade of cream, with a few cheap paintings hanging on the wall. Before the door closed, Carl slipped into my room with me.

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