One night stand with my brother's killer best friend

Harmon — Robbie AKA JR

"f**k!" I allowed myself to succumb to the panic I had been avoiding for the last two days and threw my head back in the headrest of my plane seat.

Fucking Olivia was a very long time coming.

Why the f**k couldn't I stop myself from taking the bait? Every time she flirted, I flirted right back. Only two nights ago we went one step too far and the rules changed. It wasn't harmless anymore because I stuck my d**k in her like a f*****g dumbass.

Until Macy, p***y was just p***y. Olivia wasn't just p***y though. She was a Hunter. My found family. I would take a bullet for her. The idea of me hurting her wreaked havoc with my sanity.

I should be on the phone begging Macy to take me back, but my mind wouldn't stop torturing me with images of me f*****g Olivia.

I tried not to think about it, but I had no control over my brain. My d**k was in charge. Now that I was alone, the memories were coming in hot and fast.

The faces Olivia made while being f****d. The way her mouth dropped open before she screamed my name, signaling that she was about to c*m for me. Her soft skin under my fingertips. The heat of her body up against mine as I slammed into her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me as she clawed at my back. My hands on her hips as I held onto her while she took my d**k from behind. My fist in her hair as I yanked back on her head while f*****g her. The wild look in her eyes as she rode me like a f*****g mad woman on steroids. The taunting ways she demanded more. She had quite the mouth on her. Being drunk last night did nothing to stop my brain from remembering the words.

Come on daddy, you can do better.

Abuse my p***y with your big, fat d**k, baby.

Nice isn't for sluts. Make it f*****g hurt.

Fuck me! f**k me! Just f**k me!

Finish my p***y off. Don't you dare stop.

Speaking of her mouth—

"Peanuts?" the flight attendant asked, coming to a standstill with her cart next to my seat on the plane.

Her voice sounded far away. In my life, I had never been at such a loss for what to do.

Would one month away from Olivia really be enough?

I had to remember who I was. Why I could never be with Olivia.

I spent ten years being pragmatic perfection to create Harmon Chancellor. Blood, sweat and severed ties went into clawing my way to where I was. One wrong move would blow up my house of cards.

I f*****g earned my promotion, my new life, through and through. Harmon Chancellor wasn't about to jeopardize it all for p***y. No matter how good it felt to be inside Olivia.

"This is first class on a Hunter Airways plane. We don't do—" I began, irked by the flight attendant who wouldn't leave.

Then I stopped short as her distinct Italian accent finally rang a bell and I realized why.

"Took you long enough. You're slipping. Long time no see Chance," she said, dropping in the seat across from mine.

"Robbie. My regards to Marino. Always a displeasure," I said calmly while considering how to deal with this new development.

My love life was a shitshow, but I was a functioning member of society. Nothing and no one was disrupting the life I clawed my way to. Not even f*****g Marino.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend? For the record, first class does have peanuts. See?" she said, shaking the bag of peanuts in her hand at me. "Would you prefer a stiff drink instead? I got you. Bourbon still your poison?"

"What's the job?" I asked, closing the laptop in front of me so I could stare at my old friend and face her head on.

That was the only way to talk to Robbie. If you didn't give her all your attention, you'd miss something crucial. That was how she screwed you over.

"That's not how this works, Chance. Not unless you want in. What are the odds of us meeting like this? Serendipity," she said, folding her hands behind her neck to draw attention to her dress' low neckline.

"Serendipity my ass. You're stalling me. Why? What are you doing on my plane, JR?" I asked stoically, zeroing in on her face.

Roberta "Robbie/JR". My oldest friend in the world. Also the single biggest mistake I ever made. I learned a long time ago never to look where she wanted me to unless I had a f*****g death wish.

"Last I checked, your last name isn't Hunter. So not your plane. Also this isn't a private plane. A girl has to get around somehow," said JR, grabbing her t**s and readjusting them for effect.

My eyes remained fixed on her face. Despite the way I had been acting lately, I didn't usually let my d**k dictate events. Olivia was f*****g with my head, but JR wasn't about to do it too. Especially when the stakes were this high.

"Seven years of no contact and the old man still can't let it go? Are you sure he doesn't have a b***r for me, JR?" I asked, shaking the tree to see what fell out.

She laughed like she was charmed, but it was a calculated move. Lasted just long enough to seem natural before she opened her mouth to speak again. She was buying time. Stalling. Waiting for the plane to leave. But why?

"Marino likes p***y and you know it. You're the one that got away though. Platonically of course. That's why I'm here. To invite you to come home," she said, crossing her long legs as she bent over to offer me a view down her little red dress.

"Why now?" I asked, feeling the seconds ticking by.

Could I stop this plane? No. It would derail one hundred guests from reaching Cupid's Cove, f*****g up my first assignment as COO from the getgo. JR probably already knew this and yet the b***h was still on edge. Still stalling me.

Figure it out before the plane leaves.