Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

Tessa put her head to Harry's ear, whispering in a voice that made Harry's hair stand on end. They arrived at one of the tables, where there was a beautiful, fashionable-looking woman. She was not much inferior to Tessa, but to Tessa, she was still the better one. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Berlin; I have to pick up my sweetheart first." Harry pulled out a chair for Tessa and called the waiter to bring a chair for her. Because, really, this table only held two people. Berlin didn't answer Harry's question, but instead, her eyes just stared at the bitch beside Harry. Lover? What's Harry's taste in this kind of b*tch?

But since Harry hadn't paid him, he may not agree. Harry bumped his fist on the table. He was close to getting it, but it was working, and it annoyed him. He had to think fast and smart. Then it clicked. He had seen a weird-ass poster on F******k about a certain spy agency, but he scrolled past it because he didn't think he was going to need it. Now he needed it more than ever.

Harry answered. “Do you usually examine every lady that you meet or you have had contact with because from what I have heard you say about me that is all true?”Tamara asked. Harry did not expect such a question. He glanced at her shortly and looked forward as he was driving. He cleared his throat, “I don't go looking into the profiles of all the ladies I meet. I have far more important things to do with my life, not stalking women,”Harry said. Tamara laughed sarcastically “and why did you look deeper into my profile aren't you afraid that I might not be who you think I am? Or I made an impression on you and somehow you like me,”Tamara giggled as she winked at him. “You can admit it, I won't

Finally, he ran his fingers through his hair and his hands down his face then hastily smoothened his hair before leaving the room. Activities were already bubbling in the floor below when Kael got downstairs with maids walking in and out of the dining room with different dishes. Harry was seated at the right hand side of the table next to the head’s chair. Seeing Harry, Kael joined him at the head of the table. “Morning, Alpha.” Harry greeted, stuffing a spoonful of eggs in his mouth. “Isn’t it a bright and fair morning?” Kael looked towards the window. It was indeed a bright and fair day. The sun was up and bright but that was because it was nearly ten in the morning.

"I assure you, the photos mean nothing." "I insist." "Fine." Said Harry and turned to his secretary. "Delete the pictures." "Okay." The latter responded and she watched him delete the photos. "Done." Said the guy. "I want confirmation." Boma insisted. Harry made his PRO show her his gallery and she confirmed the photos were not there. "Thanks." She mumbled. "Great. Now that we have that settled, I'm sure you can trust me." Harry remarked. "No." He smiled, unfazed. "We have a reservation. Care to join us at our table?"

Marshall was quite smart. Since Harry had made such a big scene when going inside, he would have caught a lot of attention. If he asked Sarah or Clayton about it, he would know which house Harry went to. In the worst-case scenario, Marshall could ask Georgina. However, before Marshall could head inside, he saw Reagan guarding outside a skewer restaurant. Harry was sitting at the table beside the window. Marshall was astonished. He had eaten at this small, run-down skewer place since he was young. Marshall wondered why someone like Harry would be eating there.

Harry continued leading me to the two-seated table by the glass window facing the busy street. "This place is amazing!" Harry uttered as his eyes roamed around. "We've got lots of cafeterias in my country, but this one is really beyond words!" he kept admiring the interior of the place. Well, I couldn't blame him. He was right. The interior decoration was a mixture of past and modern, mundane, and extraordinary. It was a two-story building with different decorative designs that fitted to different kinds of seasons.

I looked up at Harry, after the conversation we had earlier about them being separated, it's nice to see them together now. After the introductions, Jemma started coming out of the kitchen with plates of food, I offered to help but she wouldn't let me, Cleo and Sarah helped instead, while the rest of us went and sat down at the table. Everyone had their own seats. Ron was at one end, to his left was Jackson, then Suzie, Davey and then two free seats where I'm guessing Cleo and Sarah would sit. Then their three kids and Harry. The seat was left free next to him at the other end of the table, I'm guessing it was Jemma's. Then on the other side was Kip, Eric, Pulp, a guy I didn't know or recogn

I started to giggle maniacally. It takes me a few minutes to get myself under control. Once I do, I stand back on my feet. I walk over to the small desk by Harry's table and serve myself a glass of water. After taking two gulps, I decide I'm satisfied. I walk over to Harry's window to scope out what is happening outside. It's easy to tell which men are Harry's and which are Oliver's. The former are the ones losing. That's mainly because they've not been training strategically for battle. They've been trained for brutality.

Lady Scott, who sat in the center, pretended to have her soup, but she quietly observed their movements. Sienna’s expression remained the same. She also placed a mushroom on Harry's plate and smiled faintly at him. “Why don’t you taste this too?” The sound of a servant gasping came from the side. Harry was extremely picky, and he had never eaten a mushroom, let alone something placed on his plate by others. Damn! There was a high probability that Sienna would be kicked out of the house! Those maids were terror-stricken. In the following seconds, their eyeballs had nearly protruded from their sockets because not only did Harry not mind it, he even ate that mushroom leisurely.