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
Riella's POV. The hall was very large. I couldn't decide if I was to call it a hall or an auditorium but the moment I and Harold walked in, we caught the attention of most people in the room. I heard murmurs from corners, some people saying beneath their breath and still trying not to be too subtle that he isn't the son of Raegan and Paul Williams. I noticed Harold tensed when he heard those but he managed to lead me away from there, jaw ticking.I couldn't decide or wrap my head around how to describe the intricate designs and color the whole room was wrapped in but it had a tinge of coziness, one that had me relaxing. Around me, wealthy people moved around, talking in groups and all of that. I recognized some of them as Harold business associates. At one point, I looked down at my dress, grateful that I was not below standards. I wouldn't have cared if it wouldn't affect Harold's reputation. Someone approached us, a tall muscular man with spiky and sandy blonde hair. He had this
Riella's POV.I turned off the faucet, taking my precious time to do even the smallest thing. I was aware of her walking toward me, taking short and stealthy strides like she wanted to infuse fear in me. Unluckily for her, she wasn't getting me. Not now, not ever.I grabbed the roll of paper towels around me and used them to clean my hands dry. Still, I didnt turn toward her even when I knew that she was right behind me, her breath tracing the skin on my neck. Once I was satisfied with my hands. I grabbed my purse and checked the time on my phone. It was a little later than I expected it to be.“What do you want, Alice?” That was the moment I threw the question at her, eyeing her discreetly even though she was not seeing my face. I knew she was going to be mad that I was turning my back to her while talking. She scoffed and I imagined her tugging at her hair because I knew that was what girls like her do. Predictable little things. I'd seen enough of them in college. I fought back my