Twenty-year old Harper hasn't had much luck in life so far. Her mother is a drunk and a junkie and a serial dater, her father left them when she was five years old. Harper has never had a father figure, she only has her mother's boyfriends to go by. When her relationship with Dylan comes to an end, she is left devastated, lonely and filled with a longing to have someone who can make her feel whole, loved and protected. Dylan's father, Levi has been divorced for two years, he's hurting badly and wants a woman in his bed to take away the pain and loneliness. Harper is always at his house, the kid that was dating his only son and he can't help looking at her in a way he shouldn't. He knows she is way too young for him, he's thirty-seven and knows better but he can't resist her infectious smile, the way she laughs not to mention the way she looks. Can there be happiness between two people who are nineteen years apart, what will people think, what will his only son think? He must stay away from her at all costs, it could spell trouble for him. Only, Harper can't stay away from Levi he's everything she has dreamt off. He's powerful, strong and protective. He calls her Sunflower and takes care of her. He cooks for her, drives her to college and even buys her clothes. He's gorgeous, handsome, rugged and rides a motorbike. He's dangerous in so many ways but the hand of temptation is too much to resist.
View MoreHarperWe say goodbye to his friend and wife. Levy places a hand to my lower back and guides me out of the restaurant. I enjoy the firmness and warmth through my clothes. Tingles are vibrating like crazy inside me. As we get to his truck, he beeps the fob to unlock the doors then opens the passenger side for me to hop in.I wait for him to get in. He places the key in the ignition and presses the button to turn the engine over. Heat instantly pumps out. “I really enjoyed the meal, Levy, just wanted to let you know.”His eyes smile back at me, his lips upturned. I like the skin creasing around his eyes. Levy pats my thigh, “good, I’m pleased you enjoyed it. They’re really nice, solid people. Been through a lot with me and Lilly.”“I can imagine,” I say wanting his hand to travel further up my thigh to my seam, however, we are parked in front of his friend’s restaurant. Not appropriate.“Can we stop off on the way back? It’s not too late and Taylor will be fine on her own in the house.”
LevyHoly Moly, what in the hell do I do? This girl is a firecracker, and she is making my dick strain in my pants. She’s sitting there looking all confident and sassy, licking her bottom lip. I want to bite that damn lip and suck on it, explore her filthy mouth with my tongue. But… we are on a first date. I still can’t get over that I am on a date. With a girl who is just twenty. Who is my son’s ex-girlfriend. Would people wonder if she is my daughter or something?As if she can read my mind, Harper says, “hey you look miles away. What are you thinking? Or are you wondering what I do when I think about you at night in my bedroom?”I almost choke on my Light Bud, managing to salvage myself from making a complete fool out of myself. “I think we should talk about something different, don’t you?”“Not really. You have no idea how long I have waited to get out with you. Levy you should know that since Dylan and I broke up and I grew up some, I have been fantasizing about you almost every
HarperOh my gosh you need to see Levy’s face, he is blushing. A burly biker with tatts up and down his arms is blushing like a kid. It’s adorable. “Harper do not push me. I am taking you on a soft date, not a necking in my truck session. Fuck,” he says as he runs his hands through his hair which is down and hangs to his chin. Usually, he wears it up in a man bun but this with his corkscrew curls is way sexier. His warm eyes are, however, dark and I can see that my words have brought something in him back to life.“What?” I feign innocence, “it’s just a random question, Levy. Chill. Seriously, I wouldn’t let any man fuck me on the first date.” He huffs out a breath.“Good, because I am seriously out of practice to be honest, Harper. I haven’t dated in a long time not since Lilly. Which was a while ago, before Dylan was born.”“Come off it, Levy I know you go out with women. I’ve seen a few on the back of your bike.” It’s true and each time I wanted to drag them off by their hair billow
LevyI read the message from Harper.Can you meet me at the corner? Taylor is not going on her sleepover, and I don’t want her to find out I am coming out with you on a date. It is too soon, and you know what a blabber mouth my kid sis can be!Sure np, see you in ten.It is the longest ten minutes of my life as I sit in my truck on the corner of the road, with the heating on so the truck is warm for when Harper arrives. I even put the heated seat on for her. Who knows if they can even afford the heating at home right now.Am I doing the right thing? Fuck, I am nervous like a school kid. In fact, I can’t quite recall the last time I had so much anxiousness at waiting for a date. A date at my age, jeez. Should I let her know this isn’t a good idea? Am I even ready after the loss of Lily? I know my best mate says I need to get back out there but there is still part of me that feels guilty. Some have said that I have survivor’s guilt. I guess that is possible having nursed and been there
HarperJeans, right. Okay I can do jeans but I’m not wearing some cruddy top. I want to dress to impress. In fact, I want Levy’s eyes to bug right on out of his head. I know he’s used to women older than me but that doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes. I am not some kid-bimbo type of girl either, I am confident, sassy and downright smart. Oh boy, Levy has no idea what kind of woman I can be.From my wardrobe I pull out some bootleg, Miss Sixty jeans they will sit snugly around my ass and are low waist. Now what sort of top? I am thinking maybe I should layer since it is much cooler in the evenings at the moment and we might be eating out on a terrace. I have a cute lacey body that I can wear underneath, with an aquamarine off the shoulder top that brings out the color of my eyes nicely. Lacie always tells me that it suits me but since I haven’t been going out too much lately, it hasn’t been worn a whole bunch.“Hey you in there, Sis?” I hear Taylor’s voice on the hallway. I open t
HarperCollege is a huge drag today and it seems as if all I am doing is watching the clock. I am desperate to get out and go see my momma in the hospital then get ready for my date with Levy tonight. I am hoping he thinks it is a date too.What if he is just being nice to me? You know because he’s known me since I was a kid and because I am Dylan’s bestie and ex-girlfriend. “Are you even focusing right now?” Lacie asks me as I doodle on my notebook.“What? Yeah of course.”“It doesn’t look like it, you seem distracted.”“Well, you know my momma did just take an overdose and is in the hospital,” that is of course part of the reason – I don’t need to mention Levy. Nobody is going to understand in any case. And I want it to be a secret. Especially if it turns out he hasn’t got the same intentions about to night that I have.Hey listen, I don’t mean necking in his truck or pulling my panties down begging him to take me. I want to get to know him, I want him to have a nice evening. Levy h
LevyIt’s hitting three in the afternoon, and I have finished for the day, Carl was left in charge whilst I ran some errands. Dylan arrives just after I have put a fresh pot of coffee on. I’m eating a slice of toast with homemade jam from my mother. She loves to spoil me and is always making me something. It kind of makes me feel guilty since I don’t get over to see her quite as often as I should. Mom has a key and lets herself in when she feels like popping over.“Hey, Dad. How was your day?” He slips off his Nike’s and comes into the kitchen throwing his bag on the island and his keys next to it. Kid has not gotten the hang of not dumping shit on the counters or the island. It makes me smile though; I wouldn’t have him any other way.“It was good, got a lot of work done. Taken on a few vintage bikes to fix up and turn around. Thinking of opening a biker’s café.” Dylan takes a seat, and I hand him a mug of coffee now it is ready.“A biker’s café,” he lets out a low whistle. “That’s a
HarperLacey, Tillie and Mylee are already waiting for me by the entrance to college. “Did you organize this?” I turn and ask Dylan as he pulls up outside the entrance. It’s like having my own personal chauffeur, not that I am complaining or anything.“I may have messaged them, yes,” he says smiling. I reach out and touch his cheek.“Ever the thoughtful and kind, Dylan. Thanks so much. I can’t wait to see them.” I hop out the car as soon as he has it parked and run towards my girls. Each wrap their arms around me and hold me tightly, the lump in my throat aches as I hold back the tears.“Are you okay?” Mylee asks me, concern in her baby blue eyes. I nod unable to speak right now and swallow hard. Maybe if I swallow it’ll make the lump go away. No such luck. Oh, fuck I may start crying right here and everyone will see what a hot mess I am. “You sure? Let’s go somewhere else. Ladies,” Mylee says as she ushers me away from the group hug, down the corridor where we have to dodge it seems
HarperButterflies are still zinging around in my stomach as I leave the hospital late morning. The nurses said momma needs to rest more and when she was lucid, she impressed that I was not to stay by her side and should get into college.She is right, I do have a project that needs finishing and a paper to write up that is due in tomorrow. I bet Dylan has already finished his, he is such an A-grade student. Not that I am not, I mean I get really good grades but if I can put of studying at the best of times then I will. I’d much rather be watching soppy romance movies, my favorite are the fake dating kind or enemies to lovers’ type and don’t even get me started on Hallmark movies. To die for.There are no more messages from Levy and I may just be slightly obsessed with checking my mobile every few minutes. Stop it, he is busy he has a business to run. Yeah, but it is difficult. Out in the car park it is bright and sunny, I tilt my face up to feel the sun beating down on it since it s
HarperI watch as my mother lays sprawled out on the patchwork sofa drunk again. It is the story of my life, she has one arm hanging down to the ground and a practically empty bottle of booze, Vodka I think, I can’t see the label hugged to her chest. Funny how she can manage to clutch on to a bottle of booze and nothing else. Her breathing is low, I wonder if it will be her last breath, do I care? I should but my mother has been a drunk ever since I can remember and a junkie, not the heroine kind no she likes cocaine and her boyfriends that come and go are her suppliers. I swear she only hooks up with low life deadbeats for her next fix. But yes, I would care, because you know what she is my mother, and she is the only mother I’ve got.I want to shake her and wake her up, maybe if she’d managed to stay clean my father wouldn’t have left when I was just a kid, five years of age to be precise. It still hurts. I remember him holding me tightly to him and kissing me, telling me how much h...
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