Page 9 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

"Ahh!" I screamed, the strength of my release washing over me. As quickly as the pleasure hit, so did the realization of what I had just done. And with who. Oh no! Fuck. Logan collapsed on the bed next to me, his grin twice the size of the sun.

He looked at me, and his grin instantly faded. "What? What's wrong?" he asked, reaching for me, but I repelled his touch.

What's wrong? He must be kidding. I wrapped the sheets around me to cover myself. What have I done? Did I forget so soon what happened the last time this happened with him? I glanced at Logan. He didn't get it, the hurt he had caused me all those years ago. How completely clueless of him? How dare he even kiss me? This was all his fault. The thoughts just enrage me all over again.

"Harper—"

"I need you to leave," I cut in sternly, not sparing him so much as a glance. I couldn't stand to look at him, I had sworn hatred for him all these years, and I wasn't about to turn soft now.

"What??" he exclaimed.

I swung my head in his direction, holding his gaze. Those eyes…they still had some effect on me, but I was too mad to consider them. "Did I stutter? I said leave."

Logan scanned my face, and without further protest, he climbed out of bed, walking around naked and picking up his clothes from the floor. “ Un-fuckin-believable”. He huffed. I watched him. I couldn't help it. The sight of him walking in his bare skin was too entertaining and beautiful. Logan threw on his t-shirt, pulled on his shorts, and slipped into his sneaker, and without sparing me one last look, he left. Just like that.

As the door closed, the memory from six years ago flooded my mind, and I tossed my head back on the pillow. I had known Logan since I was a kid. He was always around and out of all my brother's friends. I was fond of him. We were always around each other playing, talking, without a care in the world. To Caleb, Logan was like a brother, but to me, he was always more.

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By the time I turned sixteen, it was a crush, then slowly, it became something more, but Logan never looked my way until that night, a few years later, when everything went to hell. It was at Logan's weekend party. The whole school was there. I didn't know anyone besides a few girls and Logan. I only came because of him, but he was around so many girls that I got jealous. I had my first taste of alcohol to drink, and while my brother was busy entertaining his girlfriend downstairs, Logan took it upon himself to take me up to his room to rest.

Logan carried me up to his room, and as he was about to leave, I pulled him back and kissed him. Just like today, things escalated from a simple kiss to so much more. I gave myself to him. I was thrilled. It was the best thing ever, and being with him was everything I imagined. That evening with him was the best night of my life.

Logan was the love of my life, my first love, and I had waited for years for him to finally see me as something more than his best friend's sister or a “little kid”, which he liked to call me. That night with him, he seemed like a different person. The way he looked at me and the way we made love. I believed in my heart that he loved me, and I was happy so much I thought nothing could go wrong again. But it did.

The happiness only lasted for a short time, and for the past six years, it has continued to haunt me. I could never understand what had happened. The following day, Logan was a different person. He didn't even act like anything had happened between us. It was like he had hit a switch in his head and had forgotten what happened the previous night. He was cold towards me. And I—I felt like the biggest fool for thinking I mattered to him back then. And yet again! I repeated the same mistake.

This is what I had been afraid of. Working with Logan was a bad idea, but I didn't have much of a choice now. I decided to stay, so I might as well handle it. But I couldn't deny it. I still felt something for him.

Chapter Six

Logan

I stepped out of Harper's room and leaned against the door. Great! I had messed up things more than they were before, and it was all on me—again! I never should have entered her room or insisted on treating her sprain. I wanted to help her and be there for her to better our friendship and perhaps make things less awkward between us.

But all I did was cause more damage to our already deteriorated friendship. If I didn't go after her or made a move on her, none of this would have happened. And Harper wouldn't be so hurt right now. I turned to her door, glaring and feeling a mix of guilt and regret.

Six years had passed, and the first thing I did after meeting her again was cause her pain. Way to go, Logan. I heaved a sigh and returned to my room. I sat at the edge of the bed, thinking of Harper. Being with her was just as unique as the first time. She was still so tight I could barely last twenty minutes inside her. Oh! Man. I was fucked up at this point.

I threw myself back, falling into the sheet and glaring at the ceiling. The thoughts of how we made love filled my mind. "Made love," I thought. That was one way to put it for sure. I had been with several women over the past six years, but none could compare to how it felt with her. She stood out, and it was one of the reasons I had never been able to forget her all these years.

Harper was a huge part of my life and one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. But I messed that up by leaving, and I regret not at least telling her why. Leaving was the hardest decision I ever had to make. I didn't have a choice. But it didn't change the fact that Harper had gotten hurt. And she probably hasn't forgiven me for it. I couldn't blame her. She had every right to be mad at me. Her feelings were justified. I wish I could resolve things and make things better between us.

I took a relaxing bath and changed into fresh clothes. I was in the middle of drying my hair when I heard the knock at the door. Curious to see who it could be, I made my way to answer it, and to my surprise, Carl was at the door with Harper standing behind him, bathed and cleaned.

She was wearing a stylish skirt complemented by a white crop top and a fashionable jean jacket. Harper's hair was neatly tied up in a bun, and she was sporting a pair of chic boots that made her look stunning.

"We are going to grab breakfast at the restaurant. Are you coming?" Carl asked.

I stole a glance at Harper. She wore a stoic expression and didn't make eye contact. "Uhm, sure," I replied.

"Great, let's go," Harper spun around, taking the lead. She looked almost in a hurry to get away.

Carl and I followed, taking the elevator down and heading to the hotel restaurant. As we entered, we were struck by the bustling atmosphere and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries. We scanned the room for a free table and finally spotted an empty seat at the far end of the room. Harper motioned for us to follow her as she gracefully made her way over to the table.

The restaurant itself was spacious and bright, with large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were adorned with colorful artwork, and the cozy booths and tables were arranged in a way that fostered a warm, welcoming ambiance. The servers were bustling around, attending to the various tables and customers with speed.

We settled into our seats. Harper sat across from Carl while I sat beside him and across the space beside her. Carl beckoned to the waiter some tables away while I went through the menu for what to order. It was unnecessary, I knew what I wanted, and I simply went through the menu to keep my eyes from wandering over to Harper.

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