The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 33

Lark woke in the morning blinking in surprise at the face hovering over hers and gave a shriek of terror. “What the f**k, Ollie!” she groaned at the close proximity of her friend. “You scared the hell out of me.” “Why are you sleeping in Max’s guest room?” Ollie was wicked, “I thought I’d find you in his bed, not in here.” A bright red mark caught Lark’s attention and she pushed Ollie’s hair off her neck. “Did Johan give you a hickey?” “A lot of them,” Ollie giggled. “He’s really good at scratching itches.”

“Ollie, what did you do?”

“I had multiple orgasms, let him work out whatever demons he was fighting and then slept very soundly in my own bed.” “Where did he sleep?”

“Buried deep inside me,” her brown eyes were dancing with delight. “Dude fell asleep with his d**k still in me. Woke me up this morning doing it all over again.”

“Johan?”

“He’s freaky as hell. There’s a real reason the women turn stalker on him.”

“You’re messing with me, right?”

“Nope.” Ollie shook her head. “I can’t believe it never once dawned on me to try him out until last night.”

“What the hell? Why last night?”

“Truth?” Ollie asked as she climbed into the bed with Lark and snuggled up next to her. “I know he loves me as a friend. I know he cares for me and frankly, I really wanted to feel loved, even if it was only for a moment.Many paragraphs are missing. Read the complete book on Jo b ni b.c o m. However,” she made wide eyes at Lark as they stared at each other on the pillow, “I was not expecting him to be so,” she paused searching for the word.

“So?” Lark egged her to complete her sentence.

“He’s really good at being the hype guy, Lark. I mean, he was making me feel like I was the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world. He was attentive and thorough, and you know how when you get close to an orgasm and guys stupidly change their tempo? He didn’t do that.”

“But Ollie, he’s your friend.”

“Friend with benefits right now.”

“What if he falls in love with you?”

“I might wife him up,” Ollie snickered and tugged her shirt downwards, “look at the hickeys, Lark. I think I have one on my pu-”

Lark covered her mouth with her hand, “don’t say it.”

“I’m simply saying, I was having a very rough emotional evening, but I was putting it aside to be there for you and to make you happy and laugh after all the s**t we’ve put you through. Johan saw me hurting and made me feel better. It’s what friends do.”

“I will never ask you to give me an orgasm to make me feel better.”

“Ew. I told you before, you’re my sister. It is gross to even consider.” “How is it different with Johan?” she was confused.

“Because he’s different. I’ve only known him since I was twelve. You I shared a crib with. It’s different. We potty trained together Lark. I’ve seen you naked so many times there is no excitement for me in it.” Ollie frowned, “are you jealous I f****d him and not you?”

She slapped frantically at Ollie who held her hands up defensively laughing, “no I’m not jealous you asshole. I’m trying to figure out how this is going to mess up our quartet.”

“It isn’t. He’s in the kitchen right now having this same conversation with Max. We’re good. It was an effective way to work out emotions. We may do it again. We may not. We’ll play it by ear.”

“Fine. If, you’re sure. I was really worried for you.”

“I’m great! What happened last night with you and Max?”

“We talked. Really talked. It was good.” She pursed her lips, “I flirted with him. He liked it. I’m wearing his boxers.”

Ollie lifted the blanket and then giggled, “you’re wearing his drawers? You did this when we were kids too.”

“I know. We talked about what happened the night of the prom.”

“You told him?”

“Not all of it,” she shook her head.

“So, he doesn’t know Jackson almost raped you?” Ollie said, an angry tone to her voice.

“No. Ollie, you need to let it go.”

“I can’t yet. You spent twelve years letting it go but I just found out and I really want to beat the hell out of him and bury him somewhere. At the least, he should be in prison.”

“You didn’t see the beating Henri put on him, Ollie. He was dropped off at the hospital.”

“He should have been dropped at the morgue.”

“Ollie, stop.” Lark gripped her hands tightly. “This kind of anger isn’t good for anyone. I got help with a counsellor. I moved on.”

As they exchanged heated glances Ollie finally sighed, “fine. I’ll leave it but if I ever see him when we’re out and he looks sideways at you, I’m punching him in the balls.”

“Fine.” She knew Jackson was now living in Florida. His family moved him as far away from the Hoffman and Villeneuves as they could afford after they were warned if he was caught breathing her air. “Now, tell me about what made you get all desperate for love and affection last night.”