Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

Blueprint 131 Summary In Chapter 131 of "Blueprint," Harper enjoys a carefree summer afternoon with her friends, Ella and Zoey, at the pool. The atmosphere is filled with laughter and playful splashes, but Harper soon feels the need for a break. As she relaxes on a lounge chair, sipping her juice, memories of a wild night in Paris and her boyfriend Dean's return flood her mind. Despite her friends' encouragement that Dean may confess his feelings for her, Harper remains skeptical about his intentions.

Ella and Zoey express their excitement over Dean's return, while Harper admits she hasn't told her other boyfriend, Maddox, about her plans to meet Dean. This revelation surprises her friends, who urge her to communicate with Maddox. As Harper steps away to take Maddox's call, she feels a mix of excitement and nerves. Their conversation quickly turns flirtatious, with Maddox expressing his desire for her, igniting feelings of longing within Harper. As the conversation continues, Harper playfully teases Maddox, showcasing her bikini and enjoying the thrill of their exchange.

However, the moment takes a serious turn when she mentions Dean wanting to meet. Maddox's demeanor shifts, revealing his protective instincts, which makes Harper feel valued and desired. The chapter captures her internal conflict between the excitement of her relationship with Maddox and her unresolved feelings regarding Dean. Ultimately, Maddox proposes a trip to Greece, igniting Harper's enthusiasm for future adventures together.

The chapter concludes with a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead, as Harper reflects on the depth of her feelings for Maddox and the potential challenges posed by Dean. The bond between Harper and her friends is reinforced, highlighting the importance of support and understanding in navigating complex emotions. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Blueprint Chapter 131** **Chapter 131** **Harper** The clock had just ticked past , and the atmosphere was electric with laughter and splashes.

My friends and I were reveling in the joy of a summer afternoon, our bikinis glistening under the golden sun as we playfully doused each other with water in the pool. After a while, I felt the need for a break, sensing that I had spent too long immersed in the cool water. I climbed out, the tiles cold beneath my feet, and made my way to the lounge chair positioned perfectly in the center of the patio. As I settled into the chair, I reached for my juice, savoring the sweet, tangy flavor as I glanced over at Ella and Zoey, both of them with their own colorful drinks in hand.

The memory of my wild night in Paris flashed through my mind-a night filled with too much alcohol and a failed plan to surprise my boyfriend by stripping for him. My friends had been eager to kick off the evening with a party atmosphere, but out of consideration for me, they had decided against it. It was moments like these that reinforced the bond we shared; we always adjusted our plans to ensure everyone felt comfortable. Within minutes, Ella joined me on the side of the pool, but Zoey was still in her element, splashing and laughing, seemingly lost in her own world of fun.

"I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Dean is finally back," Ella remarked, settling into her chair and casting a curious glance my way. "I'm just as anxious as you are to hear what he has to say." "Isn't it painfully obvious?" Zoey chimed in from the water, wiping droplets from her eyes with the back of her hand. "He's going to confess just how much he wants you, Harper." I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with skepticism. "That's never going to happen." Ella playfully smacked my wrist. "You always act like it's a foregone conclusion.

You might be surprised!" With a resigned sigh, I replied, "Do you two really forget who my boyfriend is?" They exchanged a knowing glance, a silent conversation passing between them before their eyes returned to me. "Listen," Zoey said, her tone earnest, "it's not that we want Dean to spill his feelings so you two can jump into bed together. Ella and I have just always sensed that one day he'll finally tell you how he truly feels. What's not to love about you?

You're hilarious, intelligent, and let's be honest, you look stunning in that bikini!" "Hell yes!" Ella added, raising her glass in agreement. "At least we won't have to wait too long for the fireworks. By the way, does Maddox know you're meeting Dean?" "I haven't told him yet," I admitted. They both gasped in unison, eyes wide with disbelief. "It's not like I'm keeping it a secret forever. I will tell him, I promise! He's just had a super busy day. Now that I think about it..." I trailed off, pulling out my phone to check the time.

"He did mention he'd be free around now, and-oh, look at that! Perfect timing; he's calling me." "Pick up!" they urged in chorus, excitement bubbling in their voices. "We won't say a word," Zoey added, giving me an encouraging nod. I hesitated, the urge to answer right away battling with my desire for a little privacy. Rising from my chair, I announced, "I'm just going to step inside for a few moments." "Take your time," Ella teased, her tone laced with mischief. I shook my head, a smile creeping onto my lips as I hurried away.

"You're both so naughty." As I pushed open the back door, I anticipated that the call would end any second, so I answered just in time, stepping into the dimly lit hallway. "Hey, hold on a sec," I said, my voice a mix of excitement and nerves as I made my way towards the nearest bedroom. I opened the door and flicked on the light, revealing my face to him. When I glanced back at my phone screen, I caught sight of him in his green joggers, a glass of whiskey poised at his lips as he watched me intently. "Hey," I greeted him again, feeling the warmth of his gaze.

"Looks like you're enjoying a drink. Done with work for the day?" He set his glass down and smiled, "You look incredibly sexy with your hair pulled back like that." "The girls and I are just chilling by the pool," I replied, feeling a rush of confidence. His eyes darkened with desire, his gaze drifting to my collarbone, the only visible skin on the screen. It was as if he were contemplating how much lower he could look without crossing a line. "Now that I see your face and hair, I'm dying to see the rest of you," he said, his voice thick with longing.

I let out a soft laugh, teasingly, "Wow, I was going to ask how your day was, but it seems you have other things on your mind." "Don't keep me waiting, babygirl," he urged, his tone commanding. A shiver ran through me at the authority in his voice, causing me to instinctively press my thighs together. I couldn't shake off the memory of that night in Paris-how I had been too intoxicated to fully embrace the moment, and now, thoughts of what could have happened haunted me daily. I didn't want to keep him waiting, and the idea of teasing him excited me.

I knew he couldn't reach through the screen to pull me closer, which made the anticipation even more thrilling. Searching for the perfect angle, I settled my phone by the dressing mirror, feeling a rush of exhilaration as I caught the glint of desire in his eyes. He wanted me, even before seeing the full view of my bikini. As soon as I positioned the phone, he commanded, "Good, now step back and show me." I was already planning to do just that, but his words ignited something within me, compelling me to obey.

I moved back, ensuring my entire bikini was visible, and he let out a soft groan of appreciation. "Turn around," he instructed. A smirk danced across my lips; I had been waiting for this moment. It was the perfect opportunity to push his buttons. I turned slowly, arching my back slightly as I adjusted my thong, pretending it wasn't perfectly placed. I even leaned back a little, as if inviting him to admire my curves. He watched me in silence, and I locked eyes with him, relishing the way he looked at me as if I were a feast he wanted to devour.

Then, casually, I picked up my phone and sat down, saying, "So, yeah, this is my bikini for the pool. I had another one, but I thought... nah, this beige color suits me better." He looked around, searching for the right words, then glanced back at me, biting his bottom lip. "I see you want to pretend you don't know what you just did to me." I shrugged innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He laughed softly.

"You just made me feel like flying over to Ella's place so I can have you all to myself." "What are you waiting for?" I tilted my phone just enough to reveal more of my breasts and thighs, wanting him to understand just how much I craved him. "I know you think you're being clever right now," he said, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "but when I finally get you alone... fuck." He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and a shiver coursed through me as our eyes locked. My body remembered all the ways he made me feel, and I could almost envision him sliding that tongue down my body.

I was fully aware that I was setting myself up for disappointment; he was far away, and I was supposed to be enjoying time with my friends. Yet, the thrill of wanting him, knowing I wouldn't get what I desired, was intoxicating. He parted his lips, as if about to say something scandalous, but then cleared his throat, his gaze drifting momentarily from the screen. He tilted the phone slightly, revealing the butler who had just delivered a bottle of water to him. Once the butler left, I couldn't help but voice what was on my mind.

"How long do you plan on staying there?" "Just tonight," he replied, twisting open the bottle. "I'm heading to London tomorrow." "And when will you be back at that estate?" I inquired, curiosity piqued. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe a few months from now." "And the butler will just be waiting for you?" I asked, surprised. He nodded. "Just like everyone else here." I shouldn't have been surprised, knowing his wealth, but I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows at how the staff retained their jobs even without seeing Maddox for long stretches.

"Where are your friends?" he asked, pulling me back to the present. "They're outside by the pool. I wanted a moment of privacy, so I came inside. Actually, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." "What's up?" His tone still held a hint of lingering desire, eyes glued to me as if I were the only thing that mattered. "I spoke to Dean. He wants to meet me. It sounded serious." The lustful look in his eyes vanished in an instant. "That guy." His jaw tightened, a flicker of anger crossing his face. "Hey, he's just a friend," I assured him, flashing a smile. "That's all he'll ever be.

I've never felt anything for him the way I do with you." His lips curled into a smile, as if my words were a balm for his ego. "Still attracted to me?" I sighed, a grin breaking through. "More than ever." "Good to know." His expression shifted, momentarily blank, but I could see that familiar smile creeping back. "Before I let you return to your friends, let's plan a trip to Greece this weekend. The sooner, the better. There's so much more I want to show you." As he began to list other countries he wanted to explore with me, I couldn't help but beam with excitement.

His enthusiasm was infectious, and I felt a rush of anticipation for all the adventures that lay ahead. In those fleeting moments, I recalled how Ella and Zoey had mentioned that Maddox wouldn't just sit back and let Grayson get away with what he had done to me. I didn't need to bring it up; if he ever decided to take action, I wouldn't stop him. The thrill of knowing he cared enough to protect me sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Conclusion As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the patio, I felt a sense of clarity wash over me.

The laughter of my friends faded into the background as I absorbed the gravity of my conversation with Maddox. His desire for me was palpable, but it was the protective spark in his eyes that ignited a fire within my heart. I had spent so long tangled in confusion about my feelings for Dean, but in this moment, I realized what truly mattered. The bond I shared with Maddox was deeper than mere attraction; it was a connection built on trust, excitement, and the promise of adventure.

My friends were right; I was deserving of love that saw beyond the surface, and Maddox was ready to give me just that. Stepping back into the vibrant world outside, the energy of the pool party enveloped me once more. Ella and Zoey were still giggling, their carefree spirits a reminder of the joy that friendship brings. I felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that I was on the brink of something extraordinary. The anticipation of my meeting with Dean no longer loomed over me like a dark cloud; instead, it became a stepping stone toward closure and clarity.

With Dean's impending arrival and the secrets of their past bubbling to the surface, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions. Will Maddox's protective instincts kick in when he learns more about Dean's intentions? The stakes are higher than ever, and Harper must navigate the complexities of her feelings for both men, all while trying to maintain her friendships and the carefree summer vibe that has enveloped her life. As the chapter unfolds, prepare for unexpected revelations and confrontations that could change everything.

Will Harper finally confront her feelings for Maddox, or will Dean's presence complicate matters further? The playful banter and electric chemistry between Harper and Maddox promise to ignite the pages, but with the shadow of Dean looming, nothing is certain. Expect heart-pounding moments, passionate exchanges, and perhaps even a shocking twist that will leave readers clamoring for more. The anticipation is palpable-what decisions will Harper make, and how will they shape the future of her relationships?

Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.