Harper
“I’m sorry daddy.” Demurely I looked at my feet , shuffling then slightly on the stupidly expensive rug in my fathers office. What would Jett say if he saw me now? My trousers perfectly pressed, my blouse silky. My loafers polished.
I was the epitome of well put together dutiful daughter. And it wasn’t me at all. I missed the feel of Jetts T-shirt’s against my skin. The fabric worn from wear. I missed the smell of him on my body.
I missed him.
“Hmm.”
I knew that look and closed my eyes. I hated disappointing him. I really did but didn’t I deserve to be happy as well.
“At least she is home now.” Harry’s voice was like acid being poured into my ears.
I hated the sound of him.
Hated him.
“And you are ok with her shenanigans Harry? I honestly thought you had better control of
