All Chapters of I Let My Father's Best Friend Taste Me : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Harlow's POV The weekend passed in a blur of code and kisses. Kael kept me at his penthouse. He said it was to keep me safe, to keep me away from campus until Monday. I did not argue. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Drake's smile. Every time I breathed, I smelled his cheap cologne. So I stayed. I slept in Kael's bed. I ate his food. I let him teach me more code until my brain felt like it might leak out of my ears. By Sunday night, I had completed six assignments. All of them worked. All of them were better than anything I had written before. "You are ready," Kael said, closing his laptop. "For what?" "For Monday. For the interview. For whatever comes after." I did not feel ready. I felt like a fraud. Like any moment someone would tap me on the shoulder and tell me to go back to the children's table. But Kael looked at me like I was someone important. Someone worth protecting. "Stay with me tomorrow," he said. "In the office. During the interview." "Why?" "B

HARLOW'S POV The contract sat on the coffee table between us.Kael had printed a fresh copy. No white out. No missing pages. Every clause visible in black ink on white paper. I had read it three times. The words full time submissive no longer looked scary. They looked like a promise."Are you sure?" he asked."I have never been more sure of anything."He handed me a pen. I signed my name on the last page. Harlow Vance. Looping letters. Firm pressure. When I finished, he signed beside me. Kael Hawthorne. His handwriting was sharp and controlled."It is done," he said."It is done."He set the contract on the side table and pulled me onto his lap. His arms wrapped around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder."You live here now," he said."I know.""Your things will arrive tomorrow. I hired movers.""You hired movers without asking me?""Yes."I should have been annoyed. Instead, I felt warm. Cared for. Like someone had finally decided to take the weight off my shoulders."What abou

HARLOW'S POV I should not have sent the picture.But I was bored. And lonely. And Kael had been gone for hours, trapped in meetings with my father and the other executives. The penthouse felt empty without him. Too big. Too quiet.So I stripped off his shirt that I had been wearing. I posed in front of the bedroom mirror. One hand over my breast. The other holding my phone. I took the picture and looked at it. My curves spilling over my arm. My fair skin glowing in the afternoon light. The collar not around my neck yet, but soon.I typed out a message.Me: Bet you cannot guess what I am doing without your permission.I hit send before I could change my mind.Then I waited.One minute. Two. Five. Nothing.I scowled at my phone. He was probably in a meeting. Probably sitting across from my father, pretending to care about quarterly reports. The thought made me smile. He would have to keep a straight face while reading my message.My phone buzzed.Kael: Where are you?Me: Why do you not

HARLOW'S POV Kael had left me alone in his penthouse again.He had meetings all morning, he said. Important ones. The kind he could not miss. I understood. But I was bored. And curious. And his office door was slightly open.I should not have gone in.But I did.The office was dark. The blinds were drawn. His desk was clean except for a stack of papers and a laptop. I walked around the room, running my fingers over his bookshelves, his awards, his framed photos. None of them showed people. Just landscapes. Mountains. Oceans. Places he had been.Then I saw it.A sticky note on a stack of papers. My name written in his handwriting. Harlow.I picked up the papers. The top page read DOMINANT AND SUBMISSIVE AGREEMENT. My heart stopped.This was the contract. The one I had signed. But this copy was different. Older. The date was from weeks ago, before we had even met in person. He had drafted it before he knew I was Raquelle.Before he knew I was his.I flipped through the pages. The safew

HARLOW'S POV Moving into Kael's penthouse took three days.Not because I had a lot of things. I did not. A few boxes of clothes. Some books. The stuffed animals from my childhood bed. But every time I tried to pack, I got distracted. By his hands on my waist. By his mouth on my neck. By the way he looked at me like I was something precious.By the third day, Sage helped me finish."You are really doing this," she said, taping closed the last box."I am really doing this.""You barely know him.""I know him enough."She looked at me. Her eyes were sad. "I am going to miss you.""You are five minutes away. You can visit whenever.""It will not be the same."I hugged her. "I know. But I am not disappearing. I am just... expanding."She laughed. "Expanding?""New living situation. Same Harlow."She helped me carry the boxes to the car. Kael had sent a driver. The same black SUV that had picked me up on our first night.Sage stood on the sidewalk as I drove away. I watched her get smaller