Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Harvey Prescott.

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I clamp my jaw shut. My whole head is pulled back, neck cords tight as wire. I’m not just hard. I’m a fucking straight line of pressure against her. She needs to stop. For her own good, she needs to quit this game. Is she doing it on purpose? Or does Jen genuinely not know what bending over like that in front of a man does? What it does to me?

My mouth is watering. My fingers, where they dig into her hips, are trembling. I should move my hand. I should shove her away. But the longer I keep it there, right where the heat is pouring off her, the harder it is to let go. It’s raw temptation.

I’m sweating. My whole body’s heating up. My breath is heavy. Worse, I’m groaning and then Jennifer just… opens the storage room door. And walks out.

I blink. Look down. I’m still alive. And she just… left. After doing that to me!? After practically setting me on!?

A second ago, I was ready to let it go. I went through the whole damn war of wanting her while Baxter was in the picture. She came here to prove she was done with him, but the second we argued, it felt like he was still lodged somewhere in the back of her mind. So I respected her answer. I took the hit. I accepted her no.

And then she did that.

I don’t even know if Jennifer knows how to seduce a man or if she just stumbled to ruin e without realizing it. Maybe the phone really fell. Maybe she truly was that clumsy.

Or maybe–and this is what gnaws at me….she knew exactly what she was doing. Intentional or not, she sent my mind to hell and left me there.

I stay in the storage room until I can breathe again. Fifteen damn minutes of fighting my body, my temper, the part of me that wants to drag her back in here and demand answers.

When the storm inside me finally calms enough to fake normal, I look toward her villa, thinking I’ll confront her but instead, I go back to my own place, jaw clenched, nerves shot, and needing a cold shower like oxygen. I don’t trust myself to walk into her space yet.

“Harvey?”

I hear a soft voice in my sleep. After what Jennifer just did to me. That punishment, that torture….she went to her own room. So why is she on my bed now?

Her cheeks are red. Her lips are bitten pink. She’s gorgeous. And her fingers go to the hem of her top and pulls it up. One breast spills out pale as moonlight. And right in the centre, a tight, rosy nipple.

She doesn’t say a word. She just shows it to me.

“What are you-”

I’m about to ask when she brings her hand under the sheets and wraps it around my cock. My hips jerk. Jennifer’s mouth is soft when she leans down and dips it into her mouth-

And that’s when my eyes snap open. It’s 6 a.m. and it’s just a damn dream.

I’m breathing like I ran a mile, staring at the empty side of my bed where she isn’t. My hand goes straight to my forehead, dragging down my face as I feel cold sweat on my brow. I shove the sheets off, to see that my cock is sprung up.

Perfect Just perfect.

Chapter 12

Jennifer… what the hell have you done to me?

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She’s in my head. She’s in my blood. She’s the reason I woke up…not a phone call from the casino, not some emergency, not the usual 6 a.m. crisis.

Her. I took her answer yesterday because I was pissed. Because she walked out of Baxter’s villa right when I was already on edge, right when every vein in my neck was tight with jealousy I didn’t want to admit to from the time I saw them speaking. I didn’t even give her the chance to explain. Why would I? What could she possibly say that wouldn’t piss me off more?

She came here to prove she’s over Baxter. Then she goes to him for… what? Validation? Permission? Closure?

I don’t want her explanation. I want my anger.

But now I’m mad and hard, which is a lethal combination. And dreaming of her? That’s worse. She pressed herself on me last night in that cramped dark room and now my subconscious thinks it has permission to torture me with it.

I need to get this out of my system before I do something stupid.

I never miss a day at the gym, but today isn’t about discipline. I get the staffs to take the equipment onto the landscape outside, and the moment they’re gone, I lie back under the barbell.

My hands wrap around the bar and lift it from the rack. As I lower it to my chest, muscles in my arms, my back, my core screams good.

Jennifer in Baxter’s villa. PUSH.

Me losing a second time to Baxter. PUSH.

Baxter successfully getting in her head each time. PUSH.

The dream. PUSH.

Every muscle contracts like it’s trying to squeeze Jennifer out of me,

I bench press so hard the metal trembles and a raw grunt force sitself out of me as I slam the bar back onto the rack. Anything. Anything to sweat her out of my system.

I gurgle water and pour the rest over my head before I get ready for my last set on the bench.

Before I can lay back, I see Jennifer running across the dewy field. Her hair’s in a high ponytail that swings. The black leggings are like a second skin that shapes her hips, and the tank top makes her waist look impossibly small.

We

Spol each other at the same time. She slows her run to a jog as she nears me. One of her buddies, a blonde from the styling team approaches first with a bright “hi.”

“Hi.” I greet the blonde too.

The blonde looks at Jennifer, waiting for her to say something to me. Because apparently, since people think Jennifer and I are dating…we’re supposed to greet each other.

Jennifer senses it and offers a quiet “hi,” but I made my decision last night. I’m done chasing a woman who runs to my snake of a brother for advice. If her mind’s that easily poisoned, she’s not the one.

So I ignore and lie back on the bench.

I start my reps with a grunt that says I’m done trying. I hear her footsteps walk off angrily and the blonde jogs after her.

I push through the last rep and slam the weights back on their stand, Sweat rolls from my temple to my jaw. My phone buzzes on the grass and it’s David. FaceTime.

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“Morning.” he says.

“Have you found him yet?” I ask.

“No.”

I roll my eyes, and sit up, wiping sweat off my face with my wrist.

“Then why are you calling me?”

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“The politician who owns the briefcase is threatening us. He sent a group of agents to the casino this morning. They asked questions. I told them you were out for a few weeks and he said if he doesn’t get the briefcase soon, he’ll burn the casino down. So… something tells me it’s not cash in there.”

“Burn the dark prince‘ casino? Does the idiot know who he’s speaking to? He probably doesn’t. Later, put him on the line. speak to him.”

David swallows. “What are you gonna tell him?”

I grab a towel and sling it over my neck.

“I’m going to ask him what’s in the briefcase. That J you hired came into the casino for the briefcase and only the briefcase. It’s a personal thing so he sure as hell has no right. Call you back.”

I hang up right as Emily waddles across the lawn with her ridiculously round puppy bouncing behind her.

“Morningggg,” she sings. “Mom said we’re doing family bonding or something. Nisha’s family is in the main villa. There’s food. We’re all eating and Dad is asking where you are.”

I raise a hand so she can pull me up even though I don’t need the help.

“I’ll shower and come.” I say.

“Promise you won’t rub sweat on me as I pull you?”

“Promise,” I say–then the second she pulls me up, I wrap my arm around her and press my sweaty shoulder into her.

“Eww, HARVEY!”

I laugh.

“Go bother your girlfriend with your sweat.” she grumbles then smiles.

“Can I get to know Jennifer? She seems pretty cool. And really pretty. But Mom says there’s no way you two are actually dating. Something about you paying her to be with you because she doesn’t look interested.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But Grandma thinks you guys are cute. Is it true you were best friends?”

The sun hits my face as I start walking.

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