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
Harold's POV.Fucking bastard!I should have noticed. I should have suspected that something was terribly wrong when she started to tremble and stutter at the sight of him.She had been completely fine when he wasn't around. Even with the strain between us, she was still vocal, a lot more vocal than when the bastard arrived.I didn't even know what to make of him after he introduced himself as her boyfriend. I had been too busy trying to deal with the shock rather than suspecting the shocked look on her face.I was busy checking him out and trying to measure him up to me. Yes, I was that petty. He looked like an ‘okay' guy to me. He looked good looking and his cockiness was something that would charm a lot of ladies. Besides, he very much looked like a charmer.I was busy doing all of that when he whisked her away, I didn't realize that I just let her leave with the devil himself. Not until I played the scene in my head and realized that something was long.I waited for two minutes,
Riella's POV.I sniffed the air...the relaxing air of New York City as I climbed down from the plane. It felt good, extremely good to be back in the town. It felt like I had been gone for ages.Even though I knew that it was just a few days. Miami, the place held bad memories for me. It held events I wanted to dig a space in my mind and bury it into. It was not something I want to be remembering.“New York, ” I whined as I held on to the handle of my box, feeling tears brim in my eyes. It felt extremely good to be back. In as much as the city was crowded and all of that, it was still my beloved city.The past few days, especially after that day, I had gone from being fierce to emotional every passing minute. It was like the presence of Desmond that day had pressed a button, one that revealed my emotional side.I got stressed easily and had tears running down my face at the thought of it. Although I had wanted to talk about it, I didn't want to burden Carolyn with the news over the pho
Riella's POV.At the sound of the door, her expression faltered and she glanced my way. With widened eyes, I watched her point the gun defiantly at someone whose face I couldn't see.There was a spark in her eyes, blazing fire, and brimstones. She was fierce, defiant, and looked every inch of what she used to be...what we were.“Lyn, ” My eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as they beheld hers. My hands shook slightly as I took a step closer into the room, the same time the man turned toward me and realization dawned on me once I got locked with his Sapphire blue orbs.Carolyn had always told me about how much she adored Tyler's blue orbs.But...why was he kneeling in front of her?“Lyn, what are you doing?” I whispered furiously as I took long strides toward her. I was suddenly alarmed as I watched her. This was a billionaire. A man worth billions of dollars.A man with high esteem and caliber. A man of the people. And he was here, kneeling in front of her with a gun pointe
Riella's POV.The table was silent. Extremely silent.It wasn't the kind of silence that came naturally with peace. It was the kind that was filled with extreme tension and awkwardness.I hated to be in situations like this.Sparing Carolyn a glance, I put the straw in my mouth and sipped on my pineapple juice. It was becoming increasingly hard not to say something. Anything at all.“You said you didn't want me handling it, ” I started as I sucked on my straw. She didn't say anything. She just looked up from her phone while looking around the cafe that we were settled in.To unwind from the stress of the past few days, I opted to take us both out. I was resuming work soon but I wanted to make the most of my free time.“I said I could handle it on my own, ” She grabbed her coconut milk and sipped it. She had insisted on having that while I went for this.For a moment, I didn't say anything. I just patted my hair and looked away from her.“You promised me that you weren't going to do a
Harold's POV.I cracked my knuckles, a tired yawn escaping my lips. I adjusted myself properly on the chair and typed on, trying to finish my work. We were behind schedule but thankfully, after three nights of staying awake, I had covered up my work.I grabbed my glass, took a sip of it, and placed it back on the desk. I pushed back my laptop and started to sort out my files, the ones scattered on the desk when the door to my study pushed open and Damien strolled in.He stopped when he saw what I was doing, brows perked up in amusement.“Isn't your assistant supposed to be here?” He asked as he took the second couch opposite where I was seated.“I gave her the week off,” I replied. He stopped to stare at me before a deep chuckle resounded from him.“Since when?” He asked and I shot him a glare.“She deserves it. She has been working hard.” I told him as I concluded what I was doing before shutting my laptop.He nodded and turned toward me, shoving his phone which he had been previousl