Page 53 of Never Been Worse

Fuck it upbecause we’ve been in the position to fuck up her makeup quite a bit as of late.

After giving her the design room and making her come, kisses have been far from off the table. I kiss her good morning and good night, and we usually get to some form of second base at least once a day, making out and feeling each other up like teenagers, but we haven’t gone further than that except for yesterday in my music room.

It’s killing me, the wait, but it’s also been well worth it. We’ve talked more in the past week than we have the entire time I’ve known her, and she hasn’t avoided meonce. Gone is her hesitation in tiptoeing towardmorewith me, and even though every day she makes it her mission to test my restraint, I refuse to go any further with her until she’s sure she’s ready to be mine.

“Look at you,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and lifting it above her head as she twirls in a circle for me, her lilting giggles filling the bathroom and echoing around in the most gorgeous melody known to man. “You made this?”

She gives me a devious grin and nods. “I made it so you’d want to take it off.”

“Mission fucking accomplished,” I murmur, taking in how it clings to her curves perfectly. “You know, if we didn’t have somewhere to go…”

“Don’t you tease me, Wes Holden, because I’ll strip down right now if you actually make good on that promise,” she says, glaring at me with hands on her hips.

I close my eyes, groaning at the mere idea of that. “Harper…”

“No, don’t youHarperme. You’re the one who stops things every time they get hot and heavy.”

I open my eyes, forcing myself not to smile at her angry face because she wouldhatethat. Instead, I pull her in close. “If things go my way very soon, I’ll have all the time in the world to fuck you exactly the way you want, little wife.”

“Tonight?” she asks, hopefully.

I smile at her, lifting a hand, pushing her soft silk hair behind her shoulder. “We’ll see.”

She glares at my non-answer. “Maybe tonight after the concert, I’ll take care of myself if you won’t.”

I stare at her and smile. She thinks that’s a threat, but it would actually be a prize.

“Harper, baby, you want to play with your pretty pussy while I watch, I’m more than happy to be an observer.” She scrunches up her nose, her blush growing deep as she rolls her eyes. But I see it there: intrigue.

Maybe tonightwillbe a fun night after all.

“What did you want to show me?” she asks, turning back to the mirror and using a finger to swipe at the corner of her perfect, full pink lips, trying to find some imperfection that isn’t there. Tonight, we’re going to Willa Stone’s concert and then a wrap party afterward, both because it’s a great press opportunity and because I want to show my wife off to all of the industry friends I’ve made over the years.

“Oh, yeah. Have you seen this yet?” I ask, bringing my phone over to her, the video queued up already.

“Seen what?”

I don’t answer, instead hitting play once my front is to her back, my phone before both of us. I watch over her shoulder, though I’ve seen it countless times already: it’sthatentertaining.

It’s a social media post, taken by an intern at Astor Fashion. Jeremy is smiling as he rips an envelope open, a silly cat with the wordCongratulations!big and bold on the front. When he opens the card, it instantly starts moaning, some mechanism inside triggered to let out loud, aggressive sex noises. The room goes quiet in the video, and Jeremy’s face goes beet red as he closes the card.

Unfortunately for him, the card I found doesn’t stop, instead it just gets louder. Jeremy frantically opens and closes the card, trying to figure out how to stop it, and sniggers around him in the office start up. Angry that it won’t stop and clearly embarrassed, he tries to rip it in half to stop the noise. Unfortunately for him, it triggers the glitter bomb inside that explodes all over his face.

The video ends, and I step back to take in Harper, who is in near tears, laughing so hard, waving her hands at her face so as not to mess up her makeup.

“I think this covers number three,” I say, and Harper looks at me confused as she catches her breath. “On yourDestroy Jeremylist. Convince his coworkers he’s the worst? I don’t know if it makes them think he’sbad, but it definitely doesn’t put him in a good light.”

Her jaw drops with shock. When she showed me that list the first night in this house, I read over it, taking notes of which I might be able to quietly take over for her. She might not be willing to get back at her ex after last time, but I’m more than willing and capable of not leaving a trace.

“Did you do that?” she asks, a bit incredulous. I shrug.

“Just another little fuck you. It’s the least he deserves.”

A small smile plays on her lips as I slip my phone in my back pocket.

“You’re absolutely diabolical. Can you send that to me? I need to send it to Jules and Ava,” she says, and I nod, tugging my phone out again. Unfortunately, it pulls my wallet out with it, and I watch as it tumbles to the ground, a worn piece of paper falling out as it does.

Harper leans down at the same time I do to grab it, me in panic, her just to be the sweet woman she is, and we knock heads as we do. “Fuck,” I grumble, ignoring my own discomfort, and my hands move to her face to inspect as we stand. “Sorry, are you okay?” My thumb runs over the spot feeling for a bump, but there isn’t one, thankfully.

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