Harold's POV. I sealed the deal. I got the contract with Mr. Stephen Douglas but I couldn't help getting mad. I had completely forgotten about the other part of him which included that he was a big-time flirt in the business world. He didn't mind breaching contracts and agreements for anything in a skirt. If I Knew that he was going to show interest in Riella, maybe I wouldn't have let her stay for the meeting. But who was I kidding? Anybody would get interested in the lady. She was very pretty, no doubt about that. And the way she went about carrying herself with so much grace and authority could make one wonder if she was more than that. In essence, she wasn't. My loud blaring phone brought me out of my thoughts. I reached for it on the table and brought it to my view. Matilda was calling. “Hey, Matilda.” I smiled as I brought the phone to my ears. “Hello, Mister. How is it going?” She asked and I leaned back in my seat. “Fine. Bored of Damien's company already?” I teased,
Riella's POVI was dazed.I knew and understood the way of the executives, but never did it occur to me that I could go on a lunch date with my boss. Well, it wasn't exactly a lunch date. It was just a period for us to get food into our stomachs after the heavy meeting.Besides, I hadn't exactly had anything to eat since all because of what had happened. I was sure he knew that. I gulped and crossed my legs over the other, completely restraining myself from having to watch him as he tucked himself out through the window, looking at the outside world.As soon as we got into the car, he had taken his position in the Bugatti Veyron, the latest model, and kept his eyes out of the car to the outside world. Though, even if I didn't want to notice, I couldn't help noticing how his gaze wavered every few minutes to glance at my feigned oblivious self.Setting my lips into a thin line, I forced myself to focus on my phone, busying myself with the trivia game I had started online. But somehow,
Riella's POV.I waited for the waiter to place our order on the table, and smile at us in that formal yet friendly way before he spurned around on his heels and walked away.I sat down properly and took a bite of what had been served on our plates, eating and savoring the taste. It was only after I realized that a particular brown-eyed was boring holes into my skin that I stopped and grabbed the napkin on the table to wipe at my mouth.“What sir?” I asked when I saw the slight smirk playing on his lips as he watched me.“For someone who has something to say about this place, you sure are enjoying the food.” He started to eat too.“I haven't had anything to eat all day. Besides, what I wanted to say is that; The restaurant has a nice exterior and all of that but it doesn't mean the food will taste as good as the design.” I explained.“Hmm,” He chuckled lowly. “You sure have strong opinions.” He added.“And I don't intend to impose, sir. I was just saying. I have eaten good food from re
Riella's POV.It's been a month.It's been a month since I started working for CEO Harold Williams and it had been more stressful than I imagined. Asides from my unwavering and sinful sexual fantasy with my boss which kept increasing each passing day, working with him had been a pleasure.I tucked a stray hair behind my ear, my fingers typing away on my laptop, hurriedly trying to finish the work I had been asked to do. There had been more work coming in than usual if I might add. The number of meetings and schedules we had to keep up with each passing day was enough to send me to my bed whenever I retired home for the day.I was so busy with what I was doing that I didn't realize or hear the clicking sound of the heels digging into the tiles and the approaching footsteps coming toward me. Until a hand on my desk had me looking up.And I was taken aback by the sheer beauty that stared back at me in the face. Tall, prime lady with a slightly made-up face, dark eyes staring at me, lips
Harold's POV.The door pulled open and the familiar face of my cousin appeared, before she stepped in fully, a charming smile on her face.“Matilda,” I couldn't help pushing myself up my chair so I could get around to pull her into an embrace, my face mimicking her smile.“Harold,” She beamed as I closed the gap between us, and my hand went around her, pulling her in for an embrace. Her head fell on my shoulder and I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.“How was your trip?” I asked as I pulled out of the embrace, leading her with me to one of the available chairs so she could take her seat.“Splendid,” She beamed and I found myself nodding. I moved to a safe in my office and grabbed a bottle of wine with two glasses. I poured out the wine for her while she watched me.“So, tell me about it,” I demanded with a small smile as I handed her a glass of wine. I went around and took my seat.“Urgh, you don't want to know the details. Just have it at the back of your mind that your childhood f
Harold's POV.“So, I walked up to her and told her my name. And you know what she did?” Jason, one of my associates asked, an amused expression taking over his boastful one.“What?” Vincent, another of my associates asked, arching one of his full brows at him.“She slipped her card into my breast pocket and asked me to give her a call. The next thing I saw was her walking away and shaking those firm buttocks of hers.” He boasted, a toothy grin accompanying his words.I shared a glance with Damien and we shook our heads, both of us silently agreeing that the dude was gone. Sex was going to be his death. That was very certain.Damien had suggested we met up with the clique since I had always used the excuse of work to cover up. So, here we were hanging out together at a Vincent bar and sipping champagne.“The lady needs some of this.” Jason pointed at his toned muscles, his hands going ahead to reveal the packs beneath his shirt. I groaned and shook my head at him.“So, did you call her
Harold's POV.I watched the phone ring, my familiar ringtone blaring out until it stopped altogether. Then, I heaved a sigh of relief.I didn't know why she was calling me. It had been three days since we spoke last and even though I was trying to be more consistent, I just couldn't help it.And knowing Brittany, I knew she wouldn't give up.I met her when I was in elementary school. Her parents were good friends of mine and whenever they came over, she came along with them. We started as friends probably because I was always amused by her sharp mouth.Then we grew older and became close friends. We started to attend the same high school and she took up the protective role, always chasing away every other female friend I had. It was tiring how she didn't leave me be.Then one day, my parents called me and told me that I mustn't lose Brittany because she was suddenly my betrothed. I stood a chance of taking over her parent's properties especially as she is an only child. I wasn't too k
Riella's POV.“Baby who cares? I know you care, bring it over to my place…You don't know what you did to me…” Carolyn's terrible voice had me pulling out of bed that peaceful Saturday, feeling the rise of a headache. I pushed the covers off myself and straightened my spine. Pulling on a shirt because I had on purple shorts and a sports bra, I got out of my room.I trailed down the stairs and once I got to the bottom did I see what was going on. Carolyn was Under the influence of Chris Brown blaring out of the speakers and she was practically doing a show for herself with the way she was singing and whining her waist.Her voice sounded so terrible compared to the smooth voice of the singer. She had always been a terrible singer. And now, she was singing and dancing to the song at the same time.Laughter bubbled in the pit of my stomach and I thought about how getting this on camera would be fun. Without furtherthoughts, I raced up the stairs and grabbed my phone.By the time I got bac