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
Riella's POV.I sat up eagerly on the king-sized bed, my phone held out in my hand while I continually stared at the number dialing. Soon, it stopped dialing without being answered and I frowned.Carolyn didn't take long to answer anyone's calls. Most especially my calls.I frowned again and dialed her line again. After a few stops, it stopped dialing and her voice came on the air.“Babe, ” I was almost screaming as I called out to her. Realizing my excitement which was unlike me, I sat back down and almost busted into laughter at my energy.“Wassup b?” She didn't act excited to know what was wrong and it made all my energy deflate. This wasn't Carolyn. The Carolyn I knew would have started jumping, trying to return my energy.“What's wrong?” I asked in concern as I remembered that the same thing had happened in the kitchen but I didn't get to listen to her.“Nothing. Why did you call?” She asked in an attempt to change the conversation. I knew I was stubborn but Carolyn, was a log he
Riella's POV.Harold looked like chocolate in a candy bar. He looked so good, so damn good and sexy. The way he had brushed up his hair in a style that reeked gell made me want to run my hand through them.And his cologne.Oh, God, his cologne.He was just a few steps away from me but I could breathe in the scent, the lingering and unwavering scent as it assaulted my senses, leaving me a scent mess.“You're ready, ” I could sense how husky and low his voice had gotten, a shade deeper. And the way he couldn't take his eyes off me almost made me scream and jump but when I remembered Carolyn's words, I plastered a smile on my face.“Shall we?” I asked him, holding out my purse to the side. He couldn't say anything but I saw his adam apple bob so I knew he had just gulped. I smiled sweetly at him before I took the lead. I flipped the tail of my hair as I passed by him, making sure that at least, a part of it touched him. It took him a few seconds before he joined me in the elevator. I c
Harold's POV.Damn!That was one thing I couldn't stop saying no matter how much I tried to. I couldn't keep my eyes off her, couldn't keep my eyes away from her.I could not stop watching her either.It was like she had stopped my will to resist her and cast a spell on me to leave me wanting. I wouldn't have thought she was up to it, but she was flirting with me. And she was so good at it.I cussed, mumbling profanities under my breath as I watched the asshole grab her waist while she rocked against him. She seemed to be enjoying it with how well she was smiling.The idiot just came from nowhere in the middle of our discussion to sweep her away from me. I certainly did feel like pulling out his teeth but I didn't want to cause a scene.Also, I didn't want any shit for the moment.I sipped on my vodka, my eyes still trained on her. That dress, goddamn that dress!That was seduction itself.It was already bad enough that she looked good on anything. Then, she had gone ahead to wear t
Riella's POV.Men are assholes.Well, men like Joe and Desmond are. After dancing for a little while longer, I noticed Harold was no longer watching me and was now swooned by another lady. I wasn't going to lie, I felt disappointed and angry at the same time. All my efforts are for nothing.So, when Joe suggested we get drinks somewhere else different from the club, I had been too eager to get away with him. Only that turned out to be a mistake because before I could think, we were somewhere different from the club and surrounded by other guys.I wanted to leave, I wanted to get away but Joe held on to me stubbornly. He and the other guys surrounded me, passing me lustful gazes. They ordered that they needed money and noticed I had lots of it so they had come for their share. It was stupid, I knew but I was scared. They could do anything to me. I was about to do what they wanted when I realized that I was not with my purse. They were not going to let me leave, so I told them to get
Riella's POV.I sat in front of the mirror in the room, eyes gazing at my reflection like a hawk. My eyes were a bit swollen, dark threads hanging around in them. My breathing was shaky, each intake releasing another shaky set.My hands trembled slightly on the table. My dark raven hair which I had always taken care of was wrapped in a messy bun atop my head. I was dressed very formally in a beige-colored skirt that stopped after my knee. It had a slit at one end, one that ran up my mid-thighs but still managed to look professional.I paired this with a turtleneck black long-sleeved cotton top which I had tucked into the skirt. My feet were adorned in ankle leather heel boots.I was dressed that simply but I was starting to regret everything I had on. I mean, what if the slit was too much, and he thought I was doing too much?The humiliation, what had happened last night glared at me right in the face.It was all my fault.I shouldn't have settled down in his room, I shouldn't have dr
Harold's POV.“Alright, thank you,” I said on the phone before ending the call. I exhaled as I shoved my back into the pocket of my jeans.My eyes settled on the time on my wrist watch while my gaze flickered around in sight of a dark-haired lady. She wasn't anywhere in sight and frankly, I was starting to get very worried.I was starting to become more than worried.Had I done her dirty by rejecting her last night?Last night...I couldn't get the image of seduction out of my mind. I just couldn't deal. I couldn't get the feel of her hands around me, tugging at my hair and pulling me closer and closer with every action.I couldn't get the taste of her lips; they tasted like wine. A sweet wine that couldn't be ignored. A kind of wine that doesn't make you full but rather makes you yearn and yearn for more with each sip.Those were what her lips tasted like on mine.And her body, her goddamn body had been almost too difficult to resist. Too fucking difficult because it took everything i
Riella's POV.If wishes were horses, beggars would fly...It was crazy how my emotions kept switching up. When I walked in earlier, I was hopeful. But after Harold informed me about the fact that he had done the inspection himself, my whole mood was deflated.He just dampened my mood with his words without knowing. I wanted to be here, I wanted to see and inspect these things. I wanted him to ask him for my opinions, and suggestions, on what I thought. He once told me that I had strong suggestions and I couldn't agree more.But hearing that he did all that without me just broke my heart. Then, he outrightly confirmed that I was worthless to him by sending me to get him drinks rather than get to work.I didn't know what to make of that.He was just talking to me about clothes and the weather and I was starting to get really irritated. It was taking everything in me not to snap at him.Not to snap at my boss.But I would have chosen that moment, done that a million times rather than be