The Billionaire's Sister

"Is Olivia with you?" Macy's voice boomed over the phone.

No hello. No small talk. No he was a bad boyfriend for forgetting about their one year anniversary. Just one simple question.

I came up to Harmon, who was seated by the restaurant's bar, to let him know our clients made an abrupt exit. Instead I found myself frozen in place right behind him, eavesdropping on their phone call. They only ever argued about one thing: me.

"Our date. Mace, this Japanese client—" Harmon tried to explain, but Macy cut him off, her voice still so loud I heard every word.

"Is Olivia with you? Yes or no Harmon," Macy persisted.

Disoriented from a night of heavy drinking and trying to get closer to listen in, I stumbled and tripped over my own two feet. My body fell against his back and I inhaled sharply, the scent of him and the warmth of his brawny body invading my senses.

"I'm soooo drunk right now. Why didn't you stop me?" I said, pointing an accusatory finger at him when he turned around and beamed at me.

Oh that heart stopping smile. Disappointment filled me up when he smoothly put distance between us. The warmth of his body was a distant memory as he steadied me with both hands while still clutching his phone.

"I tried. Same story every time Yamazaki comes into town, Olive. I blame us getting sloshed on you," he said with amusement in his voice and mirth in his eyes, not sounding the least bit drunk despite his claims.

See that right there was the problem. His girlfriend was angry at him because he was with me and he was still messing around. Still acting like I was the only woman in the room despite being on the phone with her.

Mr. Inconsequential, is it any wonder I've been crushing on you for all these years?

"That's because they can't get enough of me. Only I can close the deal. Who can blame them? I'm awesome. You're the only one who says no to me," I slurred, slyly closing the gap between us again and laying my head down on his shoulder.

I said that, knowing full well the charms Harmon possessed. I was just an intern, fresh out of business school. He didn't need me to close this deal and yet here I was. Not the team he had working for the client, but me.

Explain that, Mr. Inconsequential.

His phone call all but forgotten, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and looked down at me. A warmth spread throughout my chest as he watched me with doting eyes.

So trusting of his 'sister'. If he only knew the things I wanted him to do to me. He was in a serious relationship. Mr. Inconsequential was in love. For the first time ever. When would I let go of my school girl crush on him?

"You're joking, right? Did you tell her to say that?" Macy's voice came through the phone, recapturing Harmon's attention.

"Come on Mace. It's a last minute business meeting. It's work. She's practically my sister," he said for the umpteenth time.

Macy couldn't stand me constantly being around Harmon. What she didn't understand was we had known each other since I was twelve. There was an eight year age gap between us. To him, I would always be a child. He only had eyes for her.

"A 'sister' he would totally bang if it weren't for you and my last name," I mumbled spitefully, drunk and half asleep against his shoulder.

"I'm done. I can't take this anymore. We're over," said Macy.

"Mace? She hung up. Here we go again. See what you did, my little troublemaker?" Harmon said with a sigh, giving my shoulders a squeeze before kissing my temple.

My eyes fluttered open. I looked up at him with apologetic eyes and pouty lips and said, "Sorry Harmon."

As much as it gave me joy to watch them fight, I hated upsetting him. I was doing my level best to accept them, but I couldn't stop flirting. The worst part was he never shut me down. He flirted back.

"We were due for our bi-monthly break up anyway. Just once I'd appreciate it if you weren't involved though, Miss Hunter," he said, cupping my cheek affectionately.

"Want to get even more wasted? Yamazaki and his people went for round two. We're invited," I managed to slur.

"I don't feel like sharing you right now," he said, sending my heart racing as he steered me back towards our table, his arm still draped around my shoulders. "Watch me drown my sorrows about being dumped while you sober up."

The many break ups between them messed with his head. Every single time. I knew because I was there for them all.

"She has no reason to be jealous. You're Will's kid sister. I obviously don't see you that way. Women," he complained, two glasses of Bourbon in, just like he always did.

Hearing the words made me feel like I was being dumped too, but I stayed anyway. Decade long crush or not, that was what you did for family. What we did for each other. We showed up.

"Obviously. She'll get over it. She always does," I said, picking up the bottle of Bourbon against my better judgement and taking a swig.

Forget becoming sober. I needed to be more drunk for this, not less.

One too many double Bourbons later, I lost time. What we said or did before we went home, how I got home, I didn't remember any of it when I woke up the next morning.

Harmon must have been a great wingman though, because memories of last night lingered in my brain. My body ached sweetly as I woke up slowly. My great s*x bliss was almost enough to ignore the pounding in my head brought on by the hangover.

"Good morning baby," said a throaty male voice, before its owner started nuzzling my neck.

"A little soon for baby, isn't it sugar?" I said back to him, my hand gliding up the back of his neck and onto his head, fingers slipping through his soft hair.

How many times had I been here before? Let's hope whoever I hooked up with last night was not a clinger or, heaven forbid, wanted to stay for breakfast. On second thought, round (insert number here) might not be the worst idea. The man knew how to treat a woman right.

The scent of my Jasmine scented perfume mingling with his aftershave smelled so good. So familiar. Was I still wasted or just drunk on him?

"You didn't think so last night when I was pleasing you. 'Good God, yes. You must be the angel that became the devil because you take me to heaven and then to hell. Again, baby.' I believe those were your exact words after round two, Mace. Glad you came home, baby," said a familiar, deep, raspy voice.

My blood ran cold. I froze, not daring to breathe. The man in my bed this morning couldn't be Harmon Chancellor.

"It's not nice to call out another woman's name when you finally sleep with the one that's been begging for it for years, Harmon," I whispered teasingly to him.

His muscular form tensed for a split second before he withdrew from me swiftly. Gone was the warmth of the body that had been pressed up against mine a second ago.

"Time for breakfast, Miss Hunter," he said nonchalantly, already stepping into his boxers like it was a regular Tuesday when I turned to face him.

"You slept with me last night, Harmon. Me. A lot," I said coyly, a smug smirk on my face.

"My apologies, Miss Hunter. It's my fault, not yours. I was not in my right mind and we were both drunk. Last night was a mistake. It won't happen again," he said, pulling a classic Mr. Inconsequential as he turned his back on me to head towards the kitchen.

"You have nothing to worry about, Harmon. I won't tell Billy. You're safe," I said begrudgingly, his words ruining the moment I had been waiting for for the last four years.

He stopped short in the doorway, then turned back around to face me.

"You think I'm afraid of Will? I don't care what you tell him. Unless of course it's that you didn't enjoy it. Did you, Miss Hunter? Did you enjoy being pleasured by me all night long? Sure sounded like you did," he said, eyes boring into mine.

Sleeping with him was supposed to fix it so I'd stop thinking about him all the time. Instead, he had my body crying out for his touch. Despite the hangover from hell clearly clouding my judgment, I resisted the urge to throw myself at him and beg him to sleep with me again.

"I've had better," I said cheekily. "You of all people know that."

"Really?" he said, grinning cockily, taking a few steps back into the room.

The breath caught in my throat as he closed the gap between us. I stood frozen in place, watching him walk back to me and get into my personal space. His lips a hair's breadth away from mine. His body all but pressed up against mine. He dragged his mouth away from mine, onto my cheek, all the way up to my ear.

"Because I'm not sure I have," he whispered to me. "Just so you know, it was a delicious mistake."

He backed up just enough to look me in the eye and held my gaze with his, sending my heartbeat skyrocketing. Shallow breaths came out of me as he turned away from me, reached down and opened the drawer of his bedside table.

"For your headache, Miss Hunter," he said, producing a bottle of aspirin, taking my hand in his and laying the bottle into it.

I just stood there and watched him do it like some lovesick teenager.

"Breakfast will be ready promptly. Make yourself decent," he said, his lustful eyes dropping to my chest.

I followed his gaze down to see that the dress I had yet to zip up had slid down just enough to offer a generous look at my breasts. The last four years, teasing him, daring him to look. Why did I want to cover up now?

"They're beautiful Olive, but you're just not for me," he said, brushing the swells of my breasts with his fingers before he stepped back.

I watched him walk away with a lump in my throat. Purely physical. Creepy daddy issues. That was all it was. So why couldn't I stop feeling proud as I stared at the scratches on his back?

A sliver of sadness coursed through me as he said, "Tell Will if you need to. If it'll make you feel better. As far as I'm concerned though, this never happened. But Olive—"

A thrill went through me when he said the pet name only he and Billy used for me, as he so often did. Today it had a different ring to it.

In an instant, my body remembered what it felt like to come undone for him.

"What?" I asked in a small voice, wiping away a single tear as he got further and further away from me.

"Just because I thought it was her, doesn't mean I'm not glad it was you. Color us both surprised, baby girl," he said, before he walked out the door.

"Bloody hell!" I allowed myself to succumb to the panic and threw my head in my hands as I sat down behind my desk in my office that morning.

Last night was a very long time coming. It was all I could do to play it off like I was unfazed on the drive to work with Olivia seated right next to me. Why couldn't I stop myself from taking the bait? Every time she flirted, I flirted right back. Only last night we went one step too far and the rules changed. It wasn't harmless anymore because I took her to bed. The one thing I said I would never do.

Daring her to tell Will that we slept together wasn't my finest hour either.

It was just that when she implied that last night was something to be ashamed of, my brain left the building. Me. Harmon Chancellor. Mr. Inconsequential himself. Until Macy, all I had was a slew of one night stands. Olivia wasn't like the others though. She was a Hunter. My found family. I would take a bullet for her. Only now I was the very t