Romans & histoires Harry And The Lady Next Door

The next morning Hannah awoke on the couch and rubbed her eyes. Looking for her phone she checked to see the current time. "11:01 am, man I must of really been tired." Just then Grace appeared walking down the hallway with her large braid over her left shoulder. "Good morning sleepy." She smiled. "Good morning." Hannah smiled back. Grace made her way into the kitchen. "I know it's nearly noon but could I offer you some coffee or something to eat?"

After 2 hours. Harry reached her home and called her again, to let him in, but as always, she is not picking up his call. That's when a staff from her home walks outside and saw Harry. He smiled and walks to him, asking "Mr. Harry, what are you doing in here? are you looking for young lady Ava?". Harry nodded his head fast, saying "yes, I am looking for her, where is Ava?".

And walked to his door. She knocked lightly. No response. She hesitated, then tried the handle. It clicked open with ease. “Mr. Declan?” The sight inside stopped her breath for a moment. Harry sat on the leather sofa, tie discarded, shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His jacket lay draped over the armrest, a crystal glass of scotch resting untouched in his hand. Papers were spread out across the coffee table, but he wasn’t reading them. He was watching the city.

She can’t even remember now. Harry pulls up to a very lavish mansion. It could almost be a palace where the f*cking garden is arranged, with neat and trim hedges and ornate glass decor. There’s a dark infinity pool out front, and what the f*ck for? It’s only three inches deep. “We’re home,” Harry chirps, getting out of the car and opening the side door for Ariadne, “Hurry up now. Don’t dawdle.” Harry’s acting like a dad from the sixties with his chipper attitude. All he needs is some dockers.

She placed her ear on the door and listened. “Are you with someone? Answer me!” Margot bit her lip when Harry continued screaming on his phone. She never felt so satisfied knowing she did a good job causing a rift between Harry and his mistress. “Damn it! You’re my bitch, Nadine. Don’t forget that,” Harry continued. “Send me your address. I’m picking you up!” Magort immediately returned to the guestroom when she heard Harry’s heavy footsteps. She closed the door and covered her mouth until she heard his car leaving the garage.

It was obvious she recognized me but I think they have rules against trying to talk or get into conversation with celebrities because her face spoke excited but she could not talk. “reservations under King, Noah King.” “okay, your room number is 159, top floor, you pin is the code you gave while making the reservations.” “okay, thanks.” Noah said, I looked across the large hall only to notice someone eyes on me. the person looked familiar and I could not bring myself to look away. I walked closer and he did too, this is Harry from the camp I used to go to when I was a kid. “Harry.” I said with a chuckle,

I opened the door only to see a lady in her twenties on a short leather skirt and a black crop top with a leather jacket on. "Hey, umm. Is this Harry's? I'm not sure if I'm in the right place." She said with a light smile on her face. My eyes scan her for a second. All I could think of saying is, 'who's this bitch?' She looked nothing less than a whore to me. "Baby!" I heard Harry's voice as he got down the stairs. "Harry!" She says excitedly, pushing me away like I was nothing in front of her. She placed her hands around Harry, kissing him and he fucking did the same. Who the hell is this bitch?

I reached for my bag and check the time on my phone, it was half past nine, that at all isn’t too late for me to go home, even if I have to walk back to my apartment I would do that. “It’s Miss Diaz right?” “What?” I asked puzzled. “She’s your lover, she’s the one that’s prevailing me from having your love, the same person hurting you,” Harry’s hair is now all loose and pouring down his neck, his jaw was tight, his eyes replaced with flickers of dark light, something I can’t recognize, he appeared threatening. “Harry, I’m leaving. Thank you for being a nice host” With that I grabbed my bag and made my way to the door without hesitating.

He saw a lady approaching the house and decided to ask her about it but something stopped his words from coming out. He..he recognizes this lady. Yasmine froze the moment she saw Harry at her front door. She blinked severally to be sure it's him and when she noticed he was also looking at her with that same familiarity, she took to her heels.

I peer over the corner with the slightest movement, catching a glimpse of Harry entering. He tugs the door wide open for someone else's arrival. Their shadow looms over the floor. Sounds of high-heeled footfalls slice the air. Immediately I duck behind the corner. The clacking of heels arrives to an abrupt halt. "Well?" A shrill and sassy female voice ricochets throughout the foyer. "Madam, I would only answer to you if you hand me the deposit now," Harry replies in a curt voice. I press my palms flat against the wall, standing still. Regretting that I was snooping once yet again.