Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

Blueprint 137 Summary In "Blueprint 137," Harper experiences a whirlwind of emotions as she prepares for a meeting with Dean, feeling both relief and excitement. After a long day, she is grateful for a moment to herself but is interrupted by a phone call from Maddox, who seems to harbor jealousy over her meeting with Dean. Their conversation hints at tension, especially when Maddox unexpectedly decides to pick Harper up instead of allowing Dean to do so. This abrupt change leaves Harper confused but intrigued by Maddox's possessiveness.

As Maddox arrives at her home, he takes charge, insisting she freshen up before they leave together. Harper is taken aback by his sudden appearance and commanding demeanor, yet she feels a thrill at his protective nature. While in the shower, she reflects on Maddox's jealousy, feeling flattered by his attention and the lengths he goes to for her. Their interaction becomes increasingly intimate, leading to a passionate encounter that consumes their focus and pushes aside Harper's plans with Dean.

After their heated moment, Maddox drives Harper to the restaurant where she is supposed to meet Dean, his possessiveness evident as he claims her attention. Despite her reassurances that Dean is not a threat, Maddox's jealousy surfaces again when they arrive. He makes a bold statement by kissing Harper deeply in front of Dean, showcasing his claim over her. This display leaves Harper feeling both exhilarated and slightly embarrassed, yet she can't deny the thrill of Maddox's affection.

Once inside the restaurant, Harper meets Dean, who seems to notice the change in her demeanor after her encounter with Maddox. Their meeting starts off light and friendly, but it takes a serious turn when Dean reveals a shocking truth: he believes Harper is his sister. This revelation adds a complex layer to the story, shifting the focus from romantic tension to familial connections, leaving Harper in a state of disbelief and curiosity about what this means for her relationships with both Dean and Maddox.

Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Blueprint 137** Harper As I closed my laptop that evening, the weight of the day seemed to lift from my shoulders. I let out a long, relieved breath, as if I had been holding my breath for ages. The workload had been overwhelming, and now, with just an hour left before my meeting with Dean, I felt a surge of gratitude. I planned to use that precious time not just to freshen up, but to tidy up the chaos I had created in my kitchen earlier while cooking. I made my way to my bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts about what to wear.

I wanted something simple yet stylish, something that wouldn't send any mixed signals to Dean. Just as I was mentally sifting through my wardrobe, my phone buzzed in my hand, and a smile crept onto my face when I saw Maddox's name flash on the screen. "Hey," I greeted him, my voice light. "Getting closer to meeting that guy?" he asked, and I could detect a hint of bitterness lurking beneath his words. I chuckled softly, amused by his tone. "Yeah, but there's been a change." "Oh? Not meeting him anymore?" I scoffed lightly, shaking my head.

"Oh, I'm definitely meeting him." "Then what's changed?" he pressed, curiosity piqued. "The plan was for me to go to him, but he said he'd pick me up instead." I could hear him sigh heavily on the other end, a sound that made me raise my eyebrows in confusion. "I see," he replied, his disappointment palpable. Suddenly, the line went dead. I stared at my phone, bewildered, as I processed the abrupt end to our conversation. What was that about?

Shaking my head to dispel my confusion, I continued upstairs, determined to find an outfit that would be both comfortable and appropriate for the occasion. I wanted to make sure Dean understood my intentions clearly. After I had selected a simple yet elegant outfit, I headed to the kitchen to tackle the mess I had left behind. I had been so engrossed in my cooking that I had created a mini disaster zone. Just as I was about to head to the bathroom for a shower, my phone rang again from the kitchen counter. It was Maddox once more. "Miss me?" I teased, unable to hide my amusement.

"Keep your eyes on the living room window," he instructed, his voice firm. "What?" I replied, puzzled. "Just do as I say," he insisted. Despite my confusion, I walked over to the living room window. I stood there, heart racing, for a few moments before I heard the unmistakable sound of a familiar engine. My heart leaped as I saw his car pull into my driveway. He was actually outside! The realization sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I froze momentarily. Before I could gather my thoughts, he was already out of the car, striding towards my door with an air of urgency and tension.

The doorbell rang just seconds later, and I rushed to open it. "I wasn't expecting you," I admitted, surprise coloring my voice. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, brushing past me as if he owned the place. "Call Dean and tell him not to come here. No one's picking you up because I'm taking you myself." "What?" I blinked in disbelief. "Have you freshened up yet?" he asked, his tone now softer but still commanding. "No," I replied, still trying to process his sudden appearance. He made himself comfortable on my couch, settling in as if he belonged there.

"I'll wait." I stood there, my eyes narrowing in disbelief. I was utterly taken aback by his unexpected arrival. I wanted to protest, to tell him that this was all too much, but I was so flustered that no words came to mind. All I could do was nod and retreat to my bedroom. Once I was in the shower, a smile spread across my face as I thought about the lengths Maddox had gone to out of jealousy. He was like a fierce guard dog, claiming his territory because another guy wanted to pick me up. I reveled in the attention he was giving me, enjoying every second of it.

After I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my body and began brushing my teeth. Just as I was halfway through, I heard him call out to me-not from downstairs, but right outside the bedroom door. His voice was close enough to make my heart race. "Babe." His tone was deep and authoritative, causing me to pause, toothpaste still in my mouth. For a moment, I wondered if I had imagined it. I resumed brushing, but then I heard him again. "Babe," he called, his voice a low rumble. The third time he said my name sent a thrill down my spine.

It wasn't loud, but I knew he was doing it on purpose, testing to see if I was paying attention. "Yes?" I replied softly, my heart fluttering. There was silence on the other end, a silence that was more powerful than any words. My curiosity piqued, I stepped out of the bathroom and was met with the sight of him sitting on the edge of my bed. One hand rested casually on his knee while the other was rolled up his sleeve, revealing his toned forearm. His eyes were fixed on me, as if I were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

His gaze roamed over me, taking in every detail, and when our eyes locked again, his voice was low, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "Come here." The longing I had felt for him surged within me, igniting a heat that spread through my body before I even reached him. As I was about to settle into his lap, he gripped my waist, stopping me as he pressed his lips against my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. "There's only one place I want you to sit... on my face." My breath caught in my throat. I thought he was joking until he lay back on the bed, beckoning me with his hands.

"You know where you're supposed to be. I'm waiting." I climbed onto the bed so quickly that I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn't. I craved him. I wanted him more than anything at that moment. I could see the outline of his arousal as I positioned myself above him, my hands reaching down to rub the fabric that concealed his hardness. As I fumbled with his belt, he suddenly yanked my towel away, letting it fall to the floor. My body landed right on his warm, eager tongue just moments after he had maneuvered me into position.

I could hardly concentrate on his belt anymore as I began to move my hips, craving the sensation of his tongue gliding along my folds, teasing me. As I moaned in pleasure, I returned to his belt, determined to please him as well. I took his hard cock into my mouth, moaning against the tip as I swirled my tongue around it. He allowed me to ride his face for as long as I desired, knowing I wouldn't be able to resist. Just when I felt the wave of pleasure building within me, he suddenly pushed me off, keeping me bent over as he hurried to put on a condom, his breathing heavy with anticipation.

I looked up at him as he slid his tip along my slick folds, taking his time, and I squirmed with impatience. Then, glancing at his wristwatch, he said, "Well, look at the time. You'll be late if we stay here any longer. We should go and-" "No!" I interrupted, desperation lacing my voice as I moaned. "Why not?" He licked his bottom lip, his gaze flicking between my face and the tip of his cock brushing against my entrance. "You want to be here with me instead?" "Yes," I nodded fervently, my heart racing. "Yeah?" He pressed forward, slowly pushing into me.

I gasped, feeling him fill me in a way that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "Yeah!" He thrust into me, hitting my g-spot and making me bite my lower lip as our eyes locked. In an instant, there was no time for words or even to catch my breath. He held one side of my waist while his other hand gripped the front of my neck, just how I had always wanted it. I knew I would be late meeting Dean, but I couldn't care less. This moment with Maddox was everything I had ever wanted.

As Maddox drove me to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Dean, one hand gripped the wheel while the other rested possessively on my thigh. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, especially his mouth, which had just been so delightfully wicked. He wanted to remind me that I belonged to him, and he had done so with fervor, flipping me over and wrapping my legs around him, nibbling on my neck until I had to cover the marks he left with makeup. The thought of it made me want to smile, but I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to break free.

"I hope you're not spending too much time with him," he said suddenly, his eyes still fixed on the road. "And if he tries anything stupid, he'll answer to me." I chuckled softly. "Relax. It's not like that. He's really not the type, just like I told you before. He just had something important to discuss in person." He scoffed, dismissing my explanation as if it didn't matter. "I'm coming to pick you up afterward." I nodded in understanding, a grin spreading across my face.

When he parked outside the restaurant, we stepped out, and he surveyed the place with a critical eye before rolling his own. "Just so you know, I know this spot. The romantic ambiance, candlelit tables, and soft music. Yup, this is where couples go," he said, jealousy dripping from his tone. I couldn't help but smile at his dramatic reaction. "Come on," I said, placing my hand on his chest, trying to soothe his irritation. Just as I was about to tease him further, I spotted a car across the street. "Oh, there he is," I pointed out, watching as Dean stepped out.

Maddox glanced back at him, then turned to me, annoyance etched on his face. "That doesn't matter," he said flatly. "What matters is that he sees this." Before I could ask what he meant by "this," he grasped my chin, pressing me against the car as he kissed me deeply, his lips moving against mine in a slow, deliberate manner. He pulled away after a few seconds, wearing the cockiest smirk, clearly pleased that Dean had witnessed our display. It took him a moment to let go of my waist, as if he wanted to stay connected to me forever.

Finally, he stepped back after one last lingering kiss and made his way to the driver's seat, winking at me before driving off. As his car turned the corner, I turned back to see Dean approaching. "Should I assume your boyfriend does that often?" he asked, shaking his head as he got closer. I paused, trying not to blush. "Not really." "Seeing him like that explains why you're a bit late," he remarked, a teasing glint in his eyes. We both giggled at that, sharing a friendly hug before heading inside the restaurant together.

The atmosphere between us was light and easy, filled with a comfortable chemistry that felt entirely platonic. After he pulled out a chair for me, he sat down across from me, and I took a moment to really look at him as we placed our orders. He seemed more polished than I remembered. "I'm glad we could meet," he said, his expression sincere. "I'm actually leaving town in the next two hours." "Of course... always busy," I teased lightly. "Have I ever mentioned how mysterious you are?" He chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I won't deny it." "So," I leaned in, intrigued.

"What did you want to talk about?" His demeanor shifted slightly, the playful air evaporating. "Just don't freak out, okay?" "I won't," I assured him, my curiosity piqued. Taking a deep breath, he leaned closer. "I think you're my sister." Conclusion In the aftermath of the whirlwind emotions and unexpected encounters, Harper found herself standing at a crossroads, her heart racing with a blend of excitement and uncertainty. Maddox's possessive display had ignited a fire within her, a feeling of being desired and cherished that she had longed for.

As she sat across from Dean, the lightness of their banter contrasted sharply with the weight of his revelation. The atmosphere shifted, and the playful chemistry they had shared now felt overshadowed by the gravity of his words. The realization that Dean might be her brother threw her world into chaos, forcing her to reevaluate everything she thought she knew about her life and the relationships she had built. With a heart still racing from Maddox's earlier fervor and now tangled in the complexities of family ties, Harper understood that her emotional journey was far from over.

As the chapter unfolds, the stakes will rise with each passing moment. Expect a whirlwind of emotions as Harper grapples with her identity and the truth behind Dean's assertion. The dynamics between the three characters will shift dramatically, leading to confrontations that will test the strength of Harper's feelings for Maddox and her understanding of family. Secrets will be uncovered, and the tension will become palpable as Harper is forced to choose between the intoxicating passion she shares with Maddox and the unsettling truth that Dean brings to light.

Will she embrace the chaos, or will she seek clarity in the midst of turmoil? Prepare for a chapter filled with unexpected twists that will leave readers breathless and eagerly anticipating what comes next. 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.