Riella's POV.Boss was acting weird. He had been acting weird and I didn't know why. Right from the ride over here, I had been trying to get him to talk to me but he just plugged his headphones in and completely ignored me.I didn't know what to make of that. I didn't even understand it one bit and even though I was slightly hurt by his actions. I meant give me a breather, I thought we were way past the strict and bossy kind of relationship. I had lunch with him recently in his office, on his insistence. Even with all of that, it didn't stop me from stealing glances at him while we traveled in silence. I even took a bunch of unaware pictures I wanted to muse over. It was the reason I was so eager to come to my room but his question at the elevator had thrown me off guard.It made different thoughts form In my mind and even though I was trying not to consider them, I couldn't help thinking about whether or not he liked me. I just couldn't help it.As soon as I got into my suite, I pl

Harold's POV.I was ignoring Brittany's calls.With every ring, I would take a glance at my phone before looking away at the sight of her name. Then, I would listen to the ringtone blare annoyingly until it stops. I had been laying on the bed, trying to get that smug look, the little intimate moment that almost ran me mad at the restaurant. I wasn't going to think that she did it on purpose. She couldn't know how much self-control I was holding on to just to stay away from her yet she would do that to me.She needed not when she already had my attention.As I lay on my bed, I was shamelessly thinking about what she would be doing. It made my senses pick up because never would I imagine myself obsessing over a female this way. I would call it obsession since I didn't know exactly what to call it.“You must do away with any woman that isn't Brittany.”My mother's voice filtered into my mind. The rate at which I sat up had my head spinning for a second. I could only hope that I didn't d

Riella's POV.Harold looked like chocolate in a candy bar. He looked so good, so damn good and sexy. The way he had brushed up his hair in a style that reeked gell made me want to run my hand through them.And his cologne.Oh, God, his cologne.He was just a few steps away from me but I could breathe in the scent, the lingering and unwavering scent as it assaulted my senses, leaving me a scent mess.“You're ready, ” I could sense how husky and low his voice had gotten, a shade deeper. And the way he couldn't take his eyes off me almost made me scream and jump but when I remembered Carolyn's words, I plastered a smile on my face.“Shall we?” I asked him, holding out my purse to the side. He couldn't say anything but I saw his adam apple bob so I knew he had just gulped. I smiled sweetly at him before I took the lead. I flipped the tail of my hair as I passed by him, making sure that at least, a part of it touched him. It took him a few seconds before he joined me in the elevator. I c

Riella's POV.Men are assholes.Well, men like Joe and Desmond are. After dancing for a little while longer, I noticed Harold was no longer watching me and was now swooned by another lady. I wasn't going to lie, I felt disappointed and angry at the same time. All my efforts are for nothing.So, when Joe suggested we get drinks somewhere else different from the club, I had been too eager to get away with him. Only that turned out to be a mistake because before I could think, we were somewhere different from the club and surrounded by other guys.I wanted to leave, I wanted to get away but Joe held on to me stubbornly. He and the other guys surrounded me, passing me lustful gazes. They ordered that they needed money and noticed I had lots of it so they had come for their share. It was stupid, I knew but I was scared. They could do anything to me. I was about to do what they wanted when I realized that I was not with my purse. They were not going to let me leave, so I told them to get

Harold's POV.“Alright, thank you,” I said on the phone before ending the call. I exhaled as I shoved my back into the pocket of my jeans.My eyes settled on the time on my wrist watch while my gaze flickered around in sight of a dark-haired lady. She wasn't anywhere in sight and frankly, I was starting to get very worried.I was starting to become more than worried.Had I done her dirty by rejecting her last night?Last night...I couldn't get the image of seduction out of my mind. I just couldn't deal. I couldn't get the feel of her hands around me, tugging at my hair and pulling me closer and closer with every action.I couldn't get the taste of her lips; they tasted like wine. A sweet wine that couldn't be ignored. A kind of wine that doesn't make you full but rather makes you yearn and yearn for more with each sip.Those were what her lips tasted like on mine.And her body, her goddamn body had been almost too difficult to resist. Too fucking difficult because it took everything i