His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 185: Holy Shit

** Harper **

It probably should be no surprise that hangovers are super unpleasant ... especially when one comes with the mortifying realization of what you’ve said while drunk.

Harper woke up the next morning with a royal headache, as she vaguely remembered someone warning her of. Clutching the crinkled blanket, she sat up in bed groggily and squeezed her throbbing skull, wondering when or how she managed to get back to her room. Her memories were a blurry haze ... How come she thought she never succeeded in opening that difficult door lock? And how come she couldn’t recall getting into bed at all?

Then, slowly and horrifyingly, bits and pieces of the previous night began to seep back into her head.

Oh.

Oh dear God.

No no no no no.

It couldn’t be real ... Those scenes that were slowly starting to return to her consciousness couldn’t be real! Had she really been so drunk that she told Eli she liked "the process of making babies" with him? That she was aware of how loud they were doing the deed? That she ... enjoyed it when he sucked on her—

How did such words even come out of her mouth?!

And did she really call his father "a fucker of a dad"?!

...

If this wasn’t the most embarrassing thing ever known to mankind, Harper didn’t know what was. She groaned in pure agony and wanted to bang her head against the wall. Or simply throw herself into the ocean outside the window. Ugh, what would Eli be thinking now after such a ridiculous night of conversations? He must be questioning what kind of true colors she had kept hiding from him for thirteen years ... And how was she supposed to face him again with all that embarrassment?

Especially considering the agenda for the day, which was just announced last night at the dinner reception ...

Ugh. Today should’ve totally been their time to show off their new relationship, after the romantic showoff at the lavender field the day before. But ...

Shit. She was so screwed.

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An hour later, Harper found herself hiding dejectedly in the shade of an umbrella, behind her darkest pair of sunglasses and widest brimmed hat, while the rest of her coworkers roamed loudly over the beach.

"Oh hey, Harper? Not interested in joining the fun over there?"

Her new friend, the celebrity crusher Zoe, stopped a few feet away on the way to the big crowd. Pushing down her pink sunglasses, the girl darted questioning glances between Harper and the rest of the group. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Harper waved, trying to look as casual and natural as she could. "Nah, I get sunburns a bit too easily," she recited the carefully prepared excuse, "so I’ll just watch from here. The view is nice anyway, and you can’t beat the cool seabreeze in the shade."

"Ah, you’re missing out on the good stuff then!" Zoe nodded toward the sandy shoreline. "There’s a full day of activities going on, and look at how busy everyone already is! Beach volleyball, snorkeling, bodysurfing ... I can’t wait to learn how to—"

She suddenly paused, her eyes glued dead on to a certain spot in the distance. "Oh my God. Holy shit." Her jaw dropped, and her mouth became a big O. "Holy. Shit."

Harper looked up, following her coworker’s gaze in puzzlement. "... Yes?" She squinted, though it was hard to make out the details in the distance with all that blazing sun.

"Holy. Shit." Zoe repeated, as if her mind was completely overtaken by those two words for the time being. When she finally remembered the rest of her vocabulary, she turned back to Harper in a zealous daze. "I told you your boyfriend is my idol’s twin! Look, he’s got abs! And it’s just like the posters! Holy shit look at those perfect abs!"

Harper: "..."

A stray wind must’ve just blown some dark clouds over them, because Harper suddenly felt her world turning sultrily gloomy. Darn, this wasn’t the time when she wanted to see or even think about Eli’s abs. Not when the embarrassing tragedy of last night was still fresh on the front of her mind! But unfortunately, her eyes seemed to have an agenda of its own. They stared long and hard in the direction Zoe was pointing, and she was soon blasted by the sight of those poster-perfect abs in full glory, whether she wanted to or not.

Oh yeah, they did look delicious. Even more so than she remembered from personal experience.

The sunlight was at peak intensity, pouring extravagantly over the volleyball field and casting harsh shadows over everything that came its way. Eli’s topless figure was thrown into a sharp relief, like a masterpiece of sculpted art transforming between stunning poses as he moved nimbly across the field. Despite the distance, Harper had no trouble seeing the strong lines of muscles over his arms and stomach, chorded tight and flexing gracefully with his every movement. Topped with the sheen of sweat that glowed like lustrous essential oil all over his tanned skin ...

Yeah, it was hard not to drool over such a sight indeed. Even when it was the same chiseled perfection that she had measured closely with her hands and lips. Especially when it was the same chiseled perfection that she had measured closely with her hands and lips.

Harper felt as if she was blinded. For a moment, she was swept away by serious contemplations of the many different ways she wanted to remeasure that body of art, right there and right then. It was only after a long delay that her eyes started taking in the rest of the scene within the vicinity of her target ...

Hmm? Why were there suddenly big swamps of girls bringing everyone water and towels? And why was the biggest cluster rushing toward Eli?

"Uh oh, looks like it’s break time," Zoe observed. "And looks like my idol is getting some much needed TLC ... I wonder why his girlfriend is nowhere to be seen?"