Never Too Soon

Cuba

POV: Harper

"It has the main house and then the pool house out back. Main house has two bedrooms and two bathrooms, and the pool house has two bedrooms and one bathroom. Who is going where?" Lauren asked everyone once we all got settled in the living room. The house was massive.

"Darius and I can take one of the rooms in the pool house." Max nodded his head to the backyard that already had two security guards patrolling the perimeter.

"Put us wherever." My Gramps looked at my Nan who was both physically and emotionally spent.

"Down the hall and to the left is the master bedroom. It has a bathroom attached to it. You two can have that one."

"Are you sure? This is your house. You should have the master bedroom." My Gramps was hesitant with taking the bigger space.

"I can live in a six by six room. You two can have the extra space. It will not make the slightest difference with me." Lauren insisted.

Darius quickly helped my Gramps grab their bags and take them to the master bedroom.

"I think I see where this is going." My dad squinted his eyes at Lauren and me. "Let me guess, I get to stay here with the old farts and you two are going to stay in the other bedroom in the pool house with Max and Darius?"

My dad's words made me instantly blush.

"Only if that's what you're okay with." Lauren shrugged.

My eyes shot open at her boldness in front of my own fucking dad. I should not have been surprised, but damn it hit my like a ton of bricks.

"And if that's what Harper wants." Lauren added.

My dad looked to me, and when I gave him my cheesy smile he rolled his eyes.

"Maxwell, you relay whatever happens to me." My dad turned to Max.

"I barely know what happens in my own life and you expect me to monitor those two? ¿Estos loco?" Max gave my dad a look.

"I was kidding. I'm not a total hard ass." My dad rolled his eyes. "You said the kitchen was fully stocked on our way here?"

"Both the main house and the pool house." Lauren nodded her head.

"We can make do here. You four need to have fun. I know Harp has had alcohol before, so I don't care if she has some." My dad brought up something I didn't know he knew.

"What? I have never!" I put my hand over my heart and immediately became defensive.

"Your mother went on a week long vacation on your sixteenth birthday as your present. I drank my ass off the night she left, but I know for a fact that I didn't clear two bottles of bourbon. I had just tapped into the second one before I went to sleep. Coincidentally you didn't leave your room till one in the afternoon, which is very strange with you given the fact that you are usually up by nine at the latest, and went straight to the medicine cabinet when you got to the kitchen." My dad brought up an exact time and event.

I sucked my lips in at the memory. "Yeah, maybe I did do that."

"You cleared a whole bottle of bourbon on your own?" Lauren asked in disbelief.

"He tapped into it!" I defended and pointed at my dad.

"Maybe one shot from it. It was one of the big bottles too. That thing was gone the next morning. Not a drop left in it." My dad's lawyer mode kicked in and I knew I had three choices: downplay my actions, give an excuse, or fully admit to them. If he brought it up he already knew I did it. Clamming that I didn't do it would just waste everyone's time.