Antonio's POVI was taking a hot shower to calm my nerves when I hear the doorbell ringing. Quickly, I wash myself up and wrap my below with a towel before heading out of the bathroom.I take long strides towards the door and throw it open to reveal who I was expecting, Stanley.There is a smug smile on his face and I roll my eyes before turning back and leaving the door ajar for him to enter.He follows me in."Good evening, boss." He greets me politely but I am silent instead of replying.I am making an effort not to burst out and ask him by the door about what and who he found out. It will make me look stupid, especially with the amusement on Stanley's face. Sometimes, I wonder what he finds amusing.But one thing I like bout him is his professionalism and intelligence. He can be serious when he wants to.I sit on the white L-shape sofa after entering the living room beside my bedroom, waiting for him to sit across from me and tell me what he found out.Instead, he stands waiting f
Harley's POVI can't believe I have been standing here for several minutes without saying a word but looking at Antonio's hot body till he notices, turns back, and walks to his closet to pull out a cloth.I forcefully pull myself out of my reverie, slapping myself mentally for getting lost.What the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I drool over his ugly chest. He isn't hot. He is cold and ugly, I shouldn't be doing this.I almost stamp my feet on the floor of his bedroom in embarrassment but I can't because he suddenly twirls back fully dressed in his pajamas.My body goes still suddenly and I feel disappointed that I can no longer see his broad chest and muscular shoulder that I feel like trailing my hands on."Harley!" He thunders and I jerk upright."You said?" I question with an embarrassed look."What were you thinking?" He scolds me harshly, making me glad that he didn't notice I was practically drooling over him.I wonder what I would have done to myself if he had noticed
Antonio's POVI am amazed at Harley's intelligence. I never gave her ideas any thought but coming from her, it sounds unachievable. I don't know why I view her as incapable despite everything but she feels assured that she can do this with my help.At first, I was confused. My help? What help?Then I realized, this is my problem. She is getting herself involved in my problems just to make me happy as she said.With every single word that came out of her mouth last night, I was in awe of how she view things and how she understands them.I haven't seen her tonight and I want to take a bath and go downstairs to meet her so we can plan. Before I can even pull off my office clothes, I hear a knock on the door.I left the office at noon because I couldn't concentrate again. My mind is just filled up with different things and different ideas. I was thinking of what Harley told me and how to imbue my own idea into hers. I was thinking of how dangerous this game is and the risk despite Harle
Harley's POVSitting in front of the mirror as Chelsea applies the mascara on my eyelashes, my hands on the dresser trembles a little with the thought of everything and what I am about to do tonight.For the first time since the plan has started, I feel nervous probably because it is close at hand and I am just realizing that I don't even know this person and how dangerous he really is.Antonio showed me his picture last night and he seemed like a jovial person but cruelty isn't always written on his face. I guess this sudden fear in me came up because of what Antonio told me about him.Xavier Moreno killed his father. Xavier Moreno was the one responsible for the shooting in the club which landed Antonio in our hospital.All of these shows how dangerous he is, coupled with aunt Kayla's sickness. She called to tell me she was sick yesterday and would be in the hospital for bed rest.Now I realize it all. She is scared too. She is not sick. The smiles and laughter weren't genuine. This
Antonio's POVWatching the rain slide down the glassy windows from the living room where I have been sitting since Chelsea and Harley left, a strong feeling of protectiveness engulfs me, making me shoot to my feet."I'm going with them", I announce but Stanley is quick to block my way."No." He shakes his head lightly.Brandon, on the other hand, is still sitting down and he scoffs, I turn my head to him, throwing him a harsh glare. He is so annoying."I need to be sure they are going to be fine. I want to know if she can do this and if she is safe", I say in one breath when I avert my gaze away from Brandon.Stanley is watching me with concern while I rant. He isn't saying anything and I feel stupid.My head guard went with them. They took my car and he is going to protect Harley and make sure she comes back home safe and sound. Chelsea on the other hand will be in the car waiting for any information from Harley but there is a low possibility that Chelsea's presence will be needed.
Harley's POVXavier Moreno looks more good-looking than in pictures and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from staring at him as he makes an appreciative post on the podium if he wasn't a bad man.A bad man that I need to help Antonio deal with and get the file from him.Also, I haven't been able to get his attention but I know it wouldn't be long before I did. This is something I am good at, my only worry is keeping Chelsea waiting for long in the car.I once acted in a scene in a local movie that was produced in the slum where Jim and I grew up and the acting ability is still in me. It won't be so difficult to pull this through. All I need to do is just to get his attention.Twirling my hands around the glass cup, an idea strikes me suddenly. I turn back to drop the glass cup on the counter and fish out a pen from my purse before picking the glass cup back.I am making sure that my gaze is fixed upon him as he delivers his speech with a smile on his face that makes him look i
Antonio's POVAfter making sure that Brandon is off, I come out of my room and pace the living room, peeping out of the window for the sight of the car coming into the gate.There is nothing, no noise, no forthcoming car.I have been trying Chelsea's number too all to no avail. It keeps going into voicemail and I can't leave a message because I am damn desperate to know what is happening and where they are at the moment.I can't call Harley because I don't even have her number. I am making a mental note to get her number the moment they are back.I just hope they are fine and safe.I tried Stanley's number too but he wasn't picking up his calls. I am trying my very best to stay calm and stop myself from losing my cool.Suddenly, I hear a loud horn and I rush to the window, pushing the blinds aside to check who it is.Relief wash through me the moment I see the car they took to the party. They are back. Harley is back.I hurry to the door. Before I can open the door, I realize what I
Antonio's POVThe more Stanley looks at me without answering the first question I asked him for more than a minute, the more I am beginning to think that he is trying to see if I slept at all or not.He must be thinking that there is a thing between Harley and me and we had a passionate night.Why the hell am I having a wild imagination for nothing? Harley and I can never have something like that.This is something I know, even though I slept with her thoughts in my mind and I also woke up with an arousal.I ignore the bulging in my trousers because of the pressing issues I have at hand. The problems I have at the moment are more than the problem of having sex. Sex is the least of my problems.I blamed myself severally for rushing out of the living room after that small show with Harley last night. I didn't even ask her all the questions that I needed to ask which were disturbing me all through the night."Did you sleep at all?" He finally ask me.No, I didn't. But Harley isn't respo