Harold's POV.“Yes….of course, thank you so much.” I sighed before bringing the phone down from my ear. Lately, work had been really hectic for all of us here.I placed my phone back down on the table, swerved my chair back forward from its position and continued to work on my laptop. I needed to complete this part of my work by tonight. It would be needed for a board meeting in a few weeks.A light knock on the door had me raising my head from the laptop.My heart skipped a beat watching the very pretty lady standing there, fiddling with a basket in one hand and a bunch of files in the other hand. She raised her head, the upper part of her hair falling over her face. She pushed her head back to put the fringe back in place since her hands were occupied. “Come in, Ms. Monroe.” I ordered, archibg my back across my swivel chair again. She passed me an appreciative smile before skipping in gingerly, her heels leaving a clicking sound to the floor.“Here are the documents you requested f
Riella's POV.I paused on tracks, watching his gaze linger on his ringing phone as he wondered whether or not to proceed with the call. He didn't seem too keen about picking the call.Finally, he settled after a few seconds when the phone had stopped ringing and had started again. He answered the call and I was wondering if I was to excuse him or not when his next words cut me off.“Hello, father.” He eased his back into the chair, a wine glass in one hand while his phone pressed to his ear in the other hand. I watched how his well styled hair seemed to sway at the slightest increase of the breeze. It seemed so beautiful just watching him, watching him laugh so easily, the melodious sound causing a kind of dangerous shiver to run down my veins, watching the wide smile on his face, watching the movement of his lips as they moved in accord, watching the space between his neck, his buttons were left undone.“Dad, I know that's what I said but now?” He seemed a bit horrified about someth
Riella's POV.“There is no way I would be doing that. Absolutely no way, Lyn.” I shook my head, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of the blonde haired lady seated on my bed.“For how long are you going to deny this?” She shot at me and my eyes narrowed defiantly. I wasn't doing this.“I'm not denying anything. I don't know what you are going on about.” I snapped, my voice rising a bit.“Indeed.” She hissed, face contorted in a grimace. “That's why you are getting all defensive unnecessarily.” She rolled her eyes.“I can't even believe that you would suggest that. Babe, it's nothing huge. We are going there to work not to engage In whatever shit you have your mind wrapped on aboit. I can't do what you are asking of me. Do you know how cheap that would make me look?” I demanded, folding my hands across my chest.“Cheap you say?” She was smiling now and I wondered what was funny. “Sweetheart, there are better ways to go about things like this without appearing cheap. It's called be
Riella's POV.Carolyn pulled with her the box I was going with. She had packed up my box for me after insisting that she was going to do it. It was a few minutes to eight and I knew Harold's driver would be pulling up in a few minutes, any moment from now.I ran the edge of the lip gloss over my lips, glossing them together and winking at my reflection. I had pulled up a red pantsuit today. On Carolyn's insistence, I was donning a red matching pantsuit, my dark raven hair packed into a high ponytail. A casual frame was resting on my face while I stared at my reflection in the mirror.“Yo mama, looking hot!” Carolyn called as I grabbed my bag, casually holding on to the strap. I allowed her to lead me out while I followed her behind, casually sashaying like I was on the runway while my heels left clicking sounds to the floor.“Thanks, sweetheart.” I winked at her before grabbing my box. She smiled while I watched her grab her steaming cup of coffee to drink. She had made it a few minu
Harold's POVThe car pulled to a stop in front of the building. I stopped typing on my phone, looking through the dimmed window to view the magnifying yet amazing sight of the resort. I hadn't even stepped down from the car but from what I had seen, I knew I would be loving it there.Well, it was too soon for me to decide.I felt someone shift beside me and I held back a breath as I casually stole a glance her way. By now, the driver had alighted from the car to help get the door.I was trying not to stare. I was really trying to keep my eyes away from the oblivious lady beside me. I mean, why would she put on red? Who told her that red was my favorite color?She was making things increasingly hard between us. I really would prefer to do this on my own at this point. At least, till I had control of my fucking heart.I moved and alighted from the car. She didn't waste one minute getting down from the other side too, so she turned around to meet me halfway. I adjusted the spectacles aro
Riella's POV.Boss was acting weird. He had been acting weird and I didn't know why. Right from the ride over here, I had been trying to get him to talk to me but he just plugged his headphones in and completely ignored me.I didn't know what to make of that. I didn't even understand it one bit and even though I was slightly hurt by his actions. I meant give me a breather, I thought we were way past the strict and bossy kind of relationship. I had lunch with him recently in his office, on his insistence. Even with all of that, it didn't stop me from stealing glances at him while we traveled in silence. I even took a bunch of unaware pictures I wanted to muse over. It was the reason I was so eager to come to my room but his question at the elevator had thrown me off guard.It made different thoughts form In my mind and even though I was trying not to consider them, I couldn't help thinking about whether or not he liked me. I just couldn't help it.As soon as I got into my suite, I pl
Riella's POV.He opened his mouth to speak but shut it back again wordlessly. I leaned back in my seat, my eyes still trained on him. I could feel the frontal part of my hair, the fringe was sticking to my forehead. Well, I had fixed it to look that way.“Why did you change your clothes?” He asked after everything. I raised a brow, equally confused as to what he had decided to ask rather than comment on all I had said.“I'm sorry, what?” I coughed out, not getting him in any way. Then, I watched his head lower slightly and his gaze dropped to my fit, my body.“Why did you change your clothes?” He asked again, the shade a bit lower, huskier. His voice sent a kind of shiver to run down my spine and if it wasn't for home training and self-esteem, I could be doing things at the moment.I gulped and averted my gaze from him, trying to put myself together. But once I remembered Carolyn's words, I smirked and glanced up at him.“Well, the pantsuit was starting to get sweaty and sticky. Whene
Harold's POV.I was ignoring Brittany's calls.With every ring, I would take a glance at my phone before looking away at the sight of her name. Then, I would listen to the ringtone blare annoyingly until it stops. I had been laying on the bed, trying to get that smug look, the little intimate moment that almost ran me mad at the restaurant. I wasn't going to think that she did it on purpose. She couldn't know how much self-control I was holding on to just to stay away from her yet she would do that to me.She needed not when she already had my attention.As I lay on my bed, I was shamelessly thinking about what she would be doing. It made my senses pick up because never would I imagine myself obsessing over a female this way. I would call it obsession since I didn't know exactly what to call it.“You must do away with any woman that isn't Brittany.”My mother's voice filtered into my mind. The rate at which I sat up had my head spinning for a second. I could only hope that I didn't d