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
Riella's POV.I sat down in the passenger's seat, blaring the honk loudly. It's been close to an hour since I announced that we got ready to go to the mall yet Carolyn wouldn't step out Usually, she finished dressing up before me but for some dumb reason today, she was taking longer to dress up. I was very sure she was putting on makeup. But why would anyone sane think of wearing makeup in this hot sun?I pressed the horn again praying she got out of the house quickly. I reached for my phone and turned my phone screen toward me. I could see tons of messages that had come in from Anna ever since our call.I hadn't spoken to my sister in weeks. She only ever calls me when she has a problem, going through some crisis or got into trouble with our parents and needs me to talk to them for her. I understood that she was absorbed with college life and all of that but sometimes, I got sick of it. It was the reason why I always asked why she called whenever I pick her calls. There was always
Riella's POV.I must commend Carolyn's acting skills. After my words, my girl just went ahead with what she was doing. I didn't just tell her that a billionaire was walking toward us so casually like it was a normal thing.I always wondered why he didn't have guards. I mean, he exuded the exterior of a wealthy CEO and he was supposed to have guards surrounding him and escort all that.But he lived a very simple life.He did most of his things himself. Sometimes, he even relieved the chauffeur of the duties by insisting on driving himself. It was quite unexpected for me and it made things a bit…relatable. He made admiring him so damn easy.When he stopped in front of us, I saw the not-so-obvious smirk on his face and my brows furrowed together. His eyes did a small rake over me and I suddenly got conscious.“Hello, sir.” I forced myself to say, surprise clouding my features and appearing a little too shocked for my liking.“What are you doing here?” His husky voice, not too deep thoug
Harold's POV.It wasn't every day we ran into people at the mall. Especially not the people you could not keep your minds off. It was all plain coincidence.Sheer coincidence.I watched as Riella walked up to us casually from wherever they had gone to talk. I knew Riella was probably not comfortable with me joining them for lunch but thanks to her friend, I was here with them.But I was also running insane.Those clothes she had on, that top…whatever it was they called it, had a dangerous neckline that had her fucking cleavages out in the open. And my goodness, that outfit was seduction itself. What was she thinking wearing them? How could any red-blooded man see that and feel comfortable?I mean, she had to be aware of how many heads she had turned ever since we walked into the diner. And the fact that she didn't even act like she was aware, didn't even seem like it but still carried herself around, walking toward us in that confident yet comfortable strides of hers had me thinking.
Riella's POV.I was fuming.I was seething badly as I charged toward the car, cussing and muttering profanities beneath my breath. I was sure with the way I was going, steams were going to erupt from my nose and ears but I couldn't care less.Thankfully, most people who saw the scowl on my face and the bounce in my steps knew something was up, so they were quick to move out of the way before I got to them.Good.I wouldn't like to wear the prison uniforms anytime soon. “Ella,” Behind me, Carolyn was desperately trying to keep up with me. I could hear the desperate clicks of her heels and how quick they moved but I was way ahead of her.I got into the car before she got close and by the time she was near, I slammed the door right in her face just before she could spluter whatever her mind had come up with. I wasn't even fazed.I saw her sighed sadly before crossing over to get into the other seat. As soon as she got in and started to fasten her seatbelt, I started the car and drove ou