Novel & Cerita Henry Danger In A Suit

“I made a mistake. I was hurt and I said things I shouldn’t have said.” “You tried to sell my daughter,” He repeated in the same level voice. “No!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t try to sell her… I was just… I didn’t know what else to do. Dacre Silver is dangerous. I was scared.” Henry turned his gaze downward. “Drink,” I said softly. “Just a drink. Let it quiet your mind.” He looked at me and the tea before sighing and taking it. I watched him with a little excitement as he drank.

The owner and president of Titanium Security didn’t believe in pussy footing around, which was just as well because Hunter didn’t either. In the reflection of the sliding glass door, Hunter could see his travel bag hanging near the back door. Inside it was his freshly pressed black suit. “Yeah,” he lied, glancing down at the pad of paper on the coffee table and all the scratched out lines that filled the first half of the page. “So, what do you need?” “You.” That was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. Hunter closed his eyes briefly and fought back a weary sigh, not even bothering to pretend he misunderstood. “Why?”

Steele felt her heart sink, a sense of dread washing over her. Henry was the type of man who was used to getting his way, no matter the cost. He was determined, and he was not afraid of using whatever methods were necessary to achieve his goals. Mrs. Steele had seen glimpses of this side of him before, but she had never seen it so clearly as she did now. He was a dangerous man, and she wasn't sure what he was capable of. _How had she raised her sons into two different personalities? Is she being punished for her past deeds? Is Henry her NEMESIS?_

“Henry?” I nodded. “He came to talk about investing in my company.” Edward scoffed, sitting up straighter. “The audacity, showing his face around here again.” I leaned forward, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t think it’s such a bad idea, Edward. His investment could help.” He exhaled sharply and leaned toward me, eyes locking with mine. “You don’t who he is, Clara,” he said. “Henry is dangerous. That calm, innocent act? It’s just a mask.”

"I wasn't blindfolded that day. He shot you, right in your stomach. It is too hard to believe, Damien." "I'll explain, later." I tried to detach myself from him but he held me still. "Just stay. I've missed you so much." I reached for his hair and loosened it. "I love it just the way it is. You don't need to pack your hair when I'm around." Damien smiled. The alarm rang, followed by Amy's voice. "Master Henry, the house is surrounded. Arms suspected!" Henry cursed beneath his breath. "Are we in some kind of danger?"I asked when he suddenly let go of me.

This hopeless romantic has written me another scenario straight out of an adult novel. "No. I told you before, Henry. Jones is a dangerous man. I know him. He knows me. Don't ask any more questions. Your safety is at stake. You should never have even known he had a wife and kids. Damn it, Henry. He even showed you their picture." I have to stop talking for a moment because I can feel a lump of emotion rise in my throat. I can see Gabriele and Stella's smiling faces again. Henry blinks quickly and slumps into his chair. He now stares at me:

Don't come here, it will fuel Stephen's suspicion. “Stephen, seriously, back off,” I hissed, trying to wrench myself away, and escape from there but Stephen only tightened his hold, completely oblivious that Damien was coming close. “Make me,” Stephen challenged. “Is there a problem here?” Damian’s deep, I heard his deep voice and I could feel a sense of relief. He stood facing us, a certain calm, dangerous aura around him. Stephen blinked, caught off guard by the sheer hostility of the older man, he was shocked, this man again. His hold on me relaxed.

Henry said anxiously, "You're not cooperating at all. How are you supposed to recover?" "But… That's such a big toy. What if… What if I get injured?" I voiced my concern. Henry explained, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. If I don't do this, it'll take too long for you to see the results." Ignoring my protests, he pulled out two ropes and reached for my legs. He forcefully spread them apart and tied them to both sides.

She smirked as she stood before him. “I don't know what you're talking about, Susan. The Will was read accordingly,” he defended. She grabbed hold of his suit collar and sneaked up on his face. “You know who you're dealing with, Daren,” she threatened with a sinister voice. “Susan, I don't know what you're talking about,” he maintained with a loud voice. She pushed him away and brought out her phone. “See this,” she said with a smirk as she displayed a photo on the screen to him.

We have gotten into a few arguments because I haven’t given up the idea of seeing Harry, especially now that he is out of the hospital. “Are you ready?” I hear Henry ask from the bathroom while I finish doing my make-up. “Almost”, I reply. I see Henry walking out of the bathroom, and he is wearing a tailored blue suit that hugs his body to perfection. I don’t know how he manages to keep his six-pack and has that beautiful body when all he does is work and study. But hey, I am not complaining. I like what I see. A lot. “You look stunning”, he whispers in my ear from behind, and I smile looking at our image in the mirror. He is so beautiful, my man.