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 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

Antonio's POVThe door slam shut loudly and I jerk out of my reverie."She is mad at you", Stanley mentions to my hearing, making me scowl at him for the useless observation. It is apparent that she is mad at me, he doesn't need to rub it in my face."You shouldn't have asked her those questions, you know?""Shut up", I rise after barking at him. The mistake I made was asking Harley those questions in front of Stanley. I should have been patient enough for him to be gone from her before asking her. Maybe this is why she is angry.I just couldn't stop myself from asking because I was troubled, angry, and feeling strange. I was in such a hurry to know if she had sex with him or not. But I don't even know what that will change. I don't know if having sex with Xavier will change anything or if she didn't, maybe something will change.I pace the room, thinking of what to do. As much as I want to let go of this thought and think about the next plan, I am still bothered about what happened l

Harley's POVHaving a rethink of everything I am planning to do and doubting what I am about to do, I pace the entire room.The chilly atmosphere of the room isn't even making me feel better and building up my self-confidence that has flown to God knows where.It's a week already. A week since I last saw Xavier Moreno. A week, since I escaped having sex with Xavier, and today is the D-day. As predicted, I got an invitation from Xavier just two days after the last party and I was excited about it. I was already worried that he wouldn't invite me to the next party and I won't have another chance to go ahead with my plans. When I saw the invitation, I was sure it was because of me. He organized the party because of me but my mind isn't at ease. There are two things involved here and this is what is making me tensed up about going over there tonight, even though I won't be alone today as the other time. Antonio will be going with me. Same with Chelsea, Brandon, and Stanley himself. An

Harley's POVHis face turns deadly the moment I tell him I want to use the restroom. I have no idea if he is looking this way because I am acting suspicious or because he is irritated with the interruption in the heated make-out session.Xavier brought me to his room and attacked me the moment the door closed behind us. I have been trying so hard to let go and pretend as if he is someone I want.I find seducing him very difficult but I am quite surprised that he hasn't noticed anything about me yet.It scares me.The silent buzzing under my feet came again and I knew I had to let him know that I needed to use the restroom. That way, I can escape the thrusting of his tongue into my mouth which is disgusting.He nods without a word.Biting my lower lips, I rise from the bed where we both flopped on earlier with my dress riding up to give him a view of my perfect legs.His eyes linger on them and I ask. "Are you mad at me?"I regret asking him the instant the words are out. I am supposed