Harold's POV.“Is there any complaint you would like to make?” The caterer asked, passing me one of her professional smiles. I shook my head before glancing at the screen of my phone. Brittany's face was on display. She was seated on a chair in what I assumed is her changing room while the hair stylist and manicurist surrounded her. I understood that she was preparing for a shoot.“What do you think?” I asked her. She was the one who wanted an engagement party yet she wasn't even here for the preparation. And here I was preparing for the party alone.“What can I say?” She raised a brow. One of the ladies helping her with her makeup edged further and she scowled heavily at her. “Well, I trust your taste buds. You wouldn't dare pick something I wouldn't like anyway.” She shrugged like it didn't matter even though I knew it did. She would make a mountain out of a molehill if things didn't turn out the way she wanted.“Okay, " I noted dismissively. My gaze darted to the caterer who was
Harold's POVAs I climbed out of the car, the first thing–someone I noticed was Riella. She was standing right outside the door, clutching her phone. I frowned.I hadn't locked her out, right?I couldn't even have done that since I had given her the security codes that would help her into the house. So, why in the world was she standing there, eyes fixed on me?I took my time walking up to her and it wasn't until I was inches away did I realize that she wasn't with her bag which meant that she had probably settled in. So, why was she standing here, waiting for me? Or maybe it wasn't me she was waiting for.“Harold, ” she called. I stopped, meeting her eyes and I saw the concern in her eyes. But I really didn't need her to explain anything. I didn't want her to mention anything. What was I even going to say to her?I like you so much that you are everywhere occupying my thoughts yet I am marrying someone else?Shit!“Forget about it, ” I dismissed and successfully stopped her from sayi
Riella's POV.“There is no way we are putting them on the list, ” I told Harold as I fixed my eyes on the screen of my tablet, meticulously scrolling down through it.“No way, huh?” He raised a brow, amusement setting into his handsome face. I could have paled but instead, I shrugged noncommittally and looked away from him.“Well, what do you suggest?” I asked him as I rubbed at my sides. I leaned further into the couch, swinging my cross legs back and forth and keeping my eyes on the screen because I didn't want to see my overly fine handsome boss sucking the flesh of their lips between his teeth. “I suggest we call it a night. I'm tired, anyway.” He groaned and shut down his laptop. I winced, a bit startled by the action. Still, I didn't move from my seat. Harold shot out of his chair and made his way toward me. I was aware of him pulling at his tie as he edged closer and closer.“So, what?” I asked as I busied myself with sorting out my emails. I had a few texts to return to my br
Riella's POV.I rushed out of the shower and wrapped the large towel around me. My gaze fell on the large room before me when I stepped out of the bathroom. While I had gone home to pack my stuff, Harold had gone all out to make this room mine. The designs and everything made the room cozy with warmth.I started to dry my skin with the large towel while I looked through my box for something to wear. I wasn't going to unpack since I would be leaving soon. I grabbed a pair of washed faded boyfriend shorts and a baggy T-shirt I had stolen from my dad the last time I went home.The brown-colored top covered my thick frame and fell to my thighs, just a few inches before the length of the shorts on my mid-thighs. Since I had washed my hair, I unwrapped it from the smaller towel I had wrapped it into. I went away to dry the towels and when I came back, I slipped my foot into a pair of flip-flops I had brought with me, combed my hair with my hands as I walked out of the room with my phone in
Riella's POV.The harsh rays of the sun plunged out of bed that slightly chilly morning. I couldn't figure out what was happening but the dull throbbing ache in my head and hazy eyesight told me that I might have drunk too much last night.Besides, my hair which had been damp the night before was sticking out in all the places and I felt very terrible to be feeling the way I was feeling. But I stopped when it felt like the room was spinning before my eyes and then, I felt the surge. Before I could comprehend what was going on, my wobbly feet took the lead and led me to the toilet where I retched over the toilet bowl.I thought I was a lightweight.I splashed cold water over my face and washed my mouth. I decided to brush my teeth and I just did just that. When I stepped out of the bathroom, my eyes widened at the manly figure standing in the middle of my room.“Are you okay?” His face was flushed with concern. I dabbed my face dry with the hand towel I had with me while my wobbly feet
Harold's POV.I sighed in content as I watched her move about the kitchen while humming to a tune I was not familiar with. She had said she was going to fix dinner and here she was doing just that.I knew what I was signing up for when I asked her to move in for a while. But now, this was seeming like a lot more than I bargained for. A lot more than I wished for.I leaned against the door, my eyes fixated on her and not able to look away. Shr had me awestruck in a way that had me thinking things. She had me longing for a home like this.This was her in the kitchen trying to make dinner. Like a wife. Brittany would never do that. She would never offer to ruin her perfect fingers and I don't know what I'm doing comparing the two ladies but I knew what I wanted. Or who I wanted. I just couldn't have her.I let out a groan absentmindedly and she flinched, a bit startled. She was not aware that I was in the kitchen with her. She turned toward me and rested her hand on her hip. She frowned
Harold's POV.I pulled up my slacks and buckled my belt. The shackles on the belt dangled as I fixed the buckle, pulling my pants in. I moved across the dimmed room toward my bed, taking in the wine colored tux coat resting on it. Wyatt, my private shopper had gone all out this time. I didn't use him regularly because I loved to shop for my own clothes but ever since the announcement of my engagement to Brittany and the upcoming engagement party, he had been on my neck. He wanted me to give him the task and I did.I smoothened the sleeves of my crispy white shirt, loving the way the material clung to my body just enough to align the smooth structure of my body but not exactly tight fitting either. I ran my hand down my already well styled hair, brushing through the strands carefully to avoid rubbing the gell on it. Something beeped loudly and soon, a familiar tune filled the air. I reached forward on my drawer and grabbed my phone. I frowned and tensed immediately I sighted the cal
Riella's POV.Harold was kissing me.His mouth was pressed with mine, gently tugging on my lower lips and kissing me. Making my heart flutter and my stomach dip.For a while back there, I had stayed in the room looking at myself in the mirror and thinking; what if all of these were just too much and he didn't like them?So many what if's pulled through my mind up there. If I knew he was going to kiss me like this, I would have come down sooner. I would have been her for all of it.Harold.I didnt know precisely what he was doing by making me drink from his cup of personailty but it was killing me. It was slowly killing me on the inside to just look at him and not have too many thoughts running through my mind. Because I liked him. A lot more than I ever want to admit.And now, he was kissing me. Tugging on my lower lips—begging for entrance—while his other hand was hot on my waist, drawing me close and thumbs rubbing at my lower back. Heat spread through me and I felt myself slowly d