Forbidden

Chapter seventy-eight

I always had a feeling he has a thing for her, but since it's fucking childish if he would be really smitten by her; I ignore it. He wouldn't do me that bad. At first I was reluctant with trusting him around her, since he fucks everything that has two legs but I'm not distrustful anymore, he knows what price to pay if he dared to become a backstabbing bitch. She's mine and she wouldn't do anything to get me not to trust her either, she never gave me a reason. I on the other hand was such a prick to her when it came to make her jealous...

"What," I rub on my eye with the heel of my hand, "do you want?"

I'm fucking irritated that he's here, I can barely blink, my back cracking a time at my stretching, nearly swinging back on the bed in vertigo. Damn, I'm out of shape.

He could tell by my face that I wasn't happy to see him here. He's crossing my plans to wake up Olivia by eating her out... I wanted to tease her by kissing faintly against her inner thighs until she'd open her eyes lazily, her breath hitching when my lips would skim her and then stealing her breath altogether when I would've licked quickly, roundly on her clît to get her going before I without shame would've dived my tongue deep down her sweet, slick-

"Your phone's been ringing since eight, man." he snapped me out of day-dreaming.

Fuck, I've got it bad. I've spent the whole night, and early morning hours pleasing Liv which helped to quench some of my hunger but I can't help my imagination.

"It's two p.m." he casually told me, I freeze before my shoulders slump tiredly.

Fuck this. I run a hand through my bed hair. It was that late? Damn, I need to get my shit together.

"Look at all the fucks I don't give, " I gesture around plain air mockingly. We're both keeping our voices low since my sleeping beauty is still in her slummber, soundly behind me. I've worn her out.

"What the fuck have you been up to?" he lowly muttered, looking around.

Olivia shuddering as I went down on her then we fucked the living day lights out of each other; then again some, and again and again. Her body under mine while she begged, whimpered and moaned beneath me, her inebriating scent mixing with mine as I lost myself with each thrust.

Those images cover my sleepy mind, zoning out after his dumb ass question, then staring at Harry with a deadpan expression.

I chuckle humorlessly, rolling my eyes. Is he fucking blind? Wasn't it obvious enough what I was up to? You could see our clothes sprawled - Liv's sexy flimsy bra just before our feet - all around the fucking place and he's still asking.

How the fuck did he even find me? Probably big-mouth Alice. I can't even blame her, Harry can be fucking annoying when he is trying to find for who he's looking for.

He shook his head at my smug expression, having a cunning grin himself.

Seeing the phone clutched on his hand I threw him a glare, "Why the fuck are you here because of someone calling who's probably going to bitch around about-"

"It's him." he interrupted hastily, by his grim face I knew who he meant. A sour expression overcomes me.

Shit. This day just begun and it's already getting on my fucking nerves.

"Here," he handed me the phone since I was too distracted to give a fuck about it, that awful guilty feeling wrenching in my chest, clawing on me harshly.

It's gotten worse...since I'm not suppressing my need for Olivia, the guilt in me has doubled, it's too fucking much...

With a harsh exhale, I take my phone, Harry gives me witty smirk once 'cause of my lack of clothes and Olivia sprawled behind me, then fucks off.