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Chapter Fourteen

Harper

For the seventh straight night,I slid into the back of the black town car after work and relaxed into the leather seat as Gerard drove me back to Alex’s penthouse. I had been right about it being an over the top opulent palace like apartment. Although apartment was definitely not the right word to describe his enormous home. It took up the entire top floor of his building and was several thousand square feet of space. Yes, his building. He owned that too.

The man owned everything. Or his family did. In fact, after just a few weeks of dating him, I’d come to learn some uncomfortable truths. He was actually richer than God. He didn’t like talking about his family. And he was probably the next best thing to a prince when it came to his place in New York society.

I was in way over my head with him and I knew it. It was past time to come clean with him about my past. I had no idea how he would take that information or what it would do to our budding relationship, but I knew if the press got a hold of the story first, the damage would be far worse.

So far other than the yacht party, we’d avoided public situations that would invite scrutiny. He was very particular about his public appearances and explained how he liked to control the narrative that got printed about him. All of that fine by me.

However, last night he’d mentioned an upcoming charity event he wanted me to attend with him.

I closed my eyes and let the comfort of heated seats sink into my tired bones. It had been a longer than normal day and I was exhausted. I had tomorrow off from work and I wanted to plan something special for us. I wanted to cook for him. Of course he would argue that I cooked all day and that I needed to let someone else handle the work at home. He preferred my attention elsewhere.

I smiled thinking about where exactly that was. Preferably his big cock. I covered my mouth to hide my smile even though I doubted Gerard paid any attention to me. It didn’t matter either. I was having the best sex of my life and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. Well, not to Gerard. That was not his business.

I groaned. Obviously the thought of Alex’s big member was getting my brain all squirrely. I needed to think of something else.

Yeah right.

In a fortuitous bit of good timing, the car came to a stop and I realized we were home. My hand hovered at the door handle as I considered my thoughts. Had I really just thought that? This was not my home and it was dangerous to even contemplate it.

Lost in thought, the door I was leaning on opened and I barely caught myself before falling out.

“Sorry, Miss Harper. I assumed you were waiting for me to open the door.”

“It’s all right, Gerard. I’m a little distracted tonight.”

“Too much work will do that.”

I whole heartedly agreed. “That it will.” I stepped out onto the sidewalk and grabbed my purse and coat.

“Will you be needing the car again this evening?”

It was so weird to have a driver at my beck and call. “I don’t think so. I’m too tired for anything other than a good night’s sleep.”

He nodded. “If you need to go anywhere, please call or text. Mr. Woodman wouldn’t want you going out alone.”

While I thought his comment odd, I was too tired to question it. I said my goodnight and proceeded into the building. Although halfway up the elevator I did get a brilliant idea. If Alex wasn’t going to be home until late, now would be the perfect time to catch up with Zia. She'd been bugging me for an update on my new love life.

I dug my phone out of my purse and tapped out a message.

So. It turns out I have the night free. You wanna come over?

She answered right away.

Hell yeah. Am I bringing the pizza? And am I going to get all the dirty details?

You’ll be my best friend forever if you do. Don’t worry about wine. Alex has a few bottles here for you to choose from.And I might be willing to divulge a few things.

Perfect. I can’t wait to hear everything!

I rolledmy eyes at the series of eggplant emoji’s that accompanied her last message. Pretty soon I would be the one having to play matchmaker if she didn’t hook up with someone new soon. Otherwise her constant questions and sexual innuendo’s were going to drive me insane.

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Less than an hourlater Zia had arrived. Hugs had been given. Pizza and wine had been consumed and we were now lounging on Alex’s rooftop balcony.

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