Harry's Table Reviews Novels & Stories

He said pleadingly to Scarlet, excusing him as he promptly read the text. *I AM SENDING A COUPLE OF DRINKS TO YOUR TABLE, LET HER DRINK THE BLUE WINE* It was a text from Veronica. Harry’s heart was now beating faster than normal. “Are you alright?” Scarlet asked Harry, she was noticing how sweaty he was now. “Y-yes, I am fine,” Harry nervously chuckled, smiling pretentiously at her. At that moment, a maid brought some wine to the table. A red and a blue wine.

Harry said, while his mother voiced out, "Harry, where are your table manners? No talking while eating." "I know, Mom. I'll focus on my meal now," Harry replied, before he reclined into his seat. As the food was spicy, I couldn't help but cough. "Hey, are you alright? Here, drink some water," Harry was quick to offer me a glass of water, and I didn't know it was his own cup. I just accepted and drank it. "Thanks," I whispered, and I caught Rowan's glare. But he didn't say anything. He returned his gaze to his meal, and I lowered my head and finished mine.

The two of them shared each other in a manly way and Kavinsky walked in. Harry is wearing a white round-neck top and black pants, he held a cup of coffee in his left hand. He had black straight hair which made a bang in front of his face. His face is oblong and his eyes were black too. "What of your Dad?", Kavinsky asked crashing on the brown sofa. "He is at work", Harry replied sipping the coffee he held. "Aren't you going to offer me one?", Kavinsky asked referring to the coffee "Nah, am cool", Harry replied and they both laughed

The black suit he wore the shoes and his hair black to match and then his brown eyes were so dreaming he was looking like a real demigod right now and I just couldn't imagine myself without him ,he looked so breathtaking . When we arrived at the venue they welcomed us well but the flashlight and the reports made it really difficult for me to see. I just had to force MY way behind him to take more of everything . "Mr harry welcome to England ", "Mr harry you look good " "Mr harry is the woman with you hour pa " ."Mr harry is it true that you are dumping your fiance Kylie Bernardo " "Mr harry please say a word " "Mr Harry, why haven't you brought your family out ?"

my mother says without looking at me before opening the door for me. I swallow my fear down and walk inside, repeating her words: you can do it, you can do it. Damon and Aiden are seated at the table and I can feel their eyes on me as soon as I enter, but I don’t pay attention to them yet. My eyes land on the man who stands up with a smile to greet me. Harry. Forty-five years old. A tall and athletic body, warm amber eyes, neatly styled light hair and a face that belongs in an action or superhero movie. Harry is still as handsome as the last time I saw him, but that’s no surprise.

Harry is on the side to my right and Megan and Darrien are on Bellamy’s left across from Harry. Harry grabbed us menus on our way to the seats and he distributes them among us and makes recommendations about the food. He continues as he usually does, flirting and joking with Megan and I while teasing the guys. “So Megan, you’re still single right? You should come sit next to me.” He says with a wink. Darrien and Bellamy both look murderous. I roll my eyes and slap Harry on the shoulder. “She's not for you Harry. Don’t cause trouble before we’ve even eaten yet. The guys will get cranky.” I remind him.

This is not what I came for. "Excuse me but I didn't ask for any of this." the smile on Harry's face dropped when I said this but he kept his neutral friendly face and looked at the waiter. "But ma'am you did book a table for two. It was mentioned in the order that you were meaning to propose so the candlelight dinner." "What?! No I didn't do such things, I really didn't Harry. You might have messed up the table." The waiter seemed as surprised as us but then the manager came running, "Rory it is the table at the left corner not right." now the fog of confusion had cleared and everyone looked at the manager waiting for an explanation for his mistake.

“To the future!” Harry raised his glass up high. “To the future!” The other chorused as they clicked their glasses together and then gulped it down. The Burns family were at the right side of the long mahogany table, while the Smiths were on the left. It was one hell of a feast. The tables were filled with all kinds of meals and drinks. “Hmm, such a crunchy and tender meat,” Felix Burns complimented, nodding his head in the ultimate satisfaction, “I like it. Who's your chef? Extend my compliments to them.”

There's no unoccupied one except at the back and it has two females I recognize, already sitting at it. One of the cashiers and the HR officer, both females. One of the things I like about Harry's cargo is it's an all-female company, there are no males working here. I make my way over to them and slide into one of the seats, sending hi's their way. They chorus their greeting in between mouthfuls of food. Not long after, Clarissa comes back with our orders. A sandwich and a soda for me, and a lame-looking burger with chips on the side and a soda for her. I lean close to her and whisper. "At least you got a burger."

"Amm brother, I made this dinner. For you. You really don't wanna try? Or even look?" Her words stunned Harry instantly. His spin got straight. Crossing his legs while facing her, he hurriedly took the plate from the bedside table. Taking a look at the omelet, he saw a little brown omelet with little too much brown bread, which he can tell by the look that it's overcooked. However, not for once, he had the thought of burnt food or the thought of having omelet and bread as his dinner. All he saw was big Sorry written on it with tomato ketchup.