Chapter 20

CHAPTER

TWENTY

EDMUND

Taking a deep breath as Harper and Nikki walk from the room, Samuel drops his two cents on the situation. “We should just fucking kill him.”

“He’s a fucking cop.” Will smacks him up the backside of the head. “You can’t just kill cops in a small fucking town like this and not expect to be caught.”

Spoken like a man with experience.

“They’ll give him what he wants,” Liz states matter-of-factly as she shrugs her shoulders. “It’ll keep him content and quiet for a bit while we figure out how to handle him.”

“I hate to agree with the stupid kid on this one, but eliminating the problem really might be the easiest solution,” I side with Samuel. “Not immediately, but after enough time that we could pin it on the girls for blackmail.”

Or just Nikki.

Getting Harper out of this unscathed— and untouched by Detective Asshole —is my top priority for reasons that totally escape me.

“If we go that route, the video gets leaked, Eddie.” Liz’s displeasure with the idea is clear.

Fuck, I hate when she calls me that.

“Did we watch the same video?” I scoff with a smirk. “An hour-long video of me thoroughly fucking and pleasuring three different women; that’s like a fucking dating ad for more pussy than I can fucking handle.”

Or want…

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

After a brief discussion regarding security for our compound, Grant’s new pet, and the party here on Saturday, we all slowly head our separate ways.

As I step outside, part of me is hoping to find Harper waiting. But she’s long gone.

It’s not like I’ve given her any reason to stick around.

Climbing into my car, I slip it into drive and pull away. I pull Harper’s contact information up on the dash. I don’t press the button to call her. I have so many questions running through my brain, but I don’t know where to start.

I need to get my shit straight .

The only woman in my life who wasn’t a one-and-done was Chloe, but she didn’t mean anything to me—nothing more than a living, breathing fuck doll who lived in my house. She was simply willing holes for me to fuck and an ass for my paddle when and where I saw fit.

Nothing more .

She spent the majority of her time in the east wing of the house, and unless I called for her, we rarely crossed paths. Her feet never even saw inside my master suite. I’d fuck her in a guest bedroom, so I could leave her and retreat to the comfort of my own bed alone when I’d had my fill of her for the evening.

That was how I wanted it.

Nothing like it was with Harper last night. I didn’t lie to her. I’m not a cuddler. Actually, never in my life have I cuddled with a woman after sex. But with her, even after I’d finished using her and filling her with cum, I wanted more.

Every time with her, I want more…

More than the sweet suck of her mouth. More than the warmth of her cunt. Even more than the tightness of her ass.

Just, more…

“Jesus, Ed…” I mutter to myself as I pull to a stop in front of my home. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Walking inside, I pull my phone from the pocket of my trousers and call Harper. She sends me immediately to voicemail. I call her again, only to get the same response.

HARPER

I don’t want to talk to you.

I’m not good at taking no for an answer.

Are you okay?

Am I okay????

Are you fucking serious right now?

Watch your mouth with me, Harper.

I don’t belong to you.

Her text fucking stings more than I thought mere words could.

And I know we aren’t a thing, but you’ve made it very fucking clear how little I fucking mean to you.

I told you to watch the way you speak to me.

You aren’t the boss of me.

I’m done.

I’ll take my $2K for my weekly blackmail fuck.

But I’m done.

Done with you.

But I’m not done with you, little rose.

Not even fucking close.