Riella's POV.Tension.An awkward kind of tension had settled between us. I was still standing by the door, frozen to the core at what his eyes expressed. Those brown doe-shaped eyes that stared at me with warmth the day before now looked every inch like Voldemort.Anger-filled eyes.And the fact that he hadn't said anything for the past five minutes I'd been standing there yet he wouldn't stop looking at me, stop scrutinizing me with his eyes making me uncomfortable.But even at that, somewhere in my mind, my mind was still thinking of how hot he looked while angry. I had heard from Carolyn a couple of times about how hot some guys look when they are angry. I had always debunked that statement but as I stared at Harold Williams now, I could not help agreeing with her.Hot and angry.Not bad.I shook my head, catching myself in time. I was in a deep mess with him yet I was still thinking about how hot he looked. Should I even be doing that?What was wrong with me?“Sir.” I think I'd f

Riella's POV. I breathed out a sigh of relief as I walked out of the big boss's office. I couldn't believe that my little performance had gotten me back the job. I had just been so angry, so vexed about the unfair treatment that I poured out my mind in anger. I settled down on my chair. Before I left the office yesterday, I had been briefed concerning a lot of things that my job entailed so I already knew what to do with the files he gave out to me to handle. I placed it on my desk before getting on my feet. I grabbed the telephone on my desk and placed an order for the coffee he had requested for. The last thing I wanted was to be questioned again. I went on with what he had asked of me while waiting for the coffee. When a kitchen staff brought it in on a tray, I took it from her before going on to take it to his office. I positioned the tray in my right hand before sending a knock across the door. I waited for his voice to ask me to come in before opening the door and going in

Riella's POVI was dazed.I knew and understood the way of the executives, but never did it occur to me that I could go on a lunch date with my boss. Well, it wasn't exactly a lunch date. It was just a period for us to get food into our stomachs after the heavy meeting.Besides, I hadn't exactly had anything to eat since all because of what had happened. I was sure he knew that. I gulped and crossed my legs over the other, completely restraining myself from having to watch him as he tucked himself out through the window, looking at the outside world.As soon as we got into the car, he had taken his position in the Bugatti Veyron, the latest model, and kept his eyes out of the car to the outside world. Though, even if I didn't want to notice, I couldn't help noticing how his gaze wavered every few minutes to glance at my feigned oblivious self.Setting my lips into a thin line, I forced myself to focus on my phone, busying myself with the trivia game I had started online. But somehow,

Riella's POV.It's been a month.It's been a month since I started working for CEO Harold Williams and it had been more stressful than I imagined. Asides from my unwavering and sinful sexual fantasy with my boss which kept increasing each passing day, working with him had been a pleasure.I tucked a stray hair behind my ear, my fingers typing away on my laptop, hurriedly trying to finish the work I had been asked to do. There had been more work coming in than usual if I might add. The number of meetings and schedules we had to keep up with each passing day was enough to send me to my bed whenever I retired home for the day.I was so busy with what I was doing that I didn't realize or hear the clicking sound of the heels digging into the tiles and the approaching footsteps coming toward me. Until a hand on my desk had me looking up.And I was taken aback by the sheer beauty that stared back at me in the face. Tall, prime lady with a slightly made-up face, dark eyes staring at me, lips

Harold's POV.“So, I walked up to her and told her my name. And you know what she did?” Jason, one of my associates asked, an amused expression taking over his boastful one.“What?” Vincent, another of my associates asked, arching one of his full brows at him.“She slipped her card into my breast pocket and asked me to give her a call. The next thing I saw was her walking away and shaking those firm buttocks of hers.” He boasted, a toothy grin accompanying his words.I shared a glance with Damien and we shook our heads, both of us silently agreeing that the dude was gone. Sex was going to be his death. That was very certain.Damien had suggested we met up with the clique since I had always used the excuse of work to cover up. So, here we were hanging out together at a Vincent bar and sipping champagne.“The lady needs some of this.” Jason pointed at his toned muscles, his hands going ahead to reveal the packs beneath his shirt. I groaned and shook my head at him.“So, did you call her