Mr Harlow Novels & Stories

“Argh! You are a hopeless case!” I was about to enter the pantry when I heard Mr. Huntington’s lowly deep chuckle. “Don’t forget to bring me some hot coffee, Ms. Merrywheather. And remember to call me on that suggested name you have.” I closed the door. Then I clenched my hands. I acted like Mr. Huntington is in front of me then punched my fists in the air. I had never been so annoyed with a guy! I never knew that Mr. Huntington has this kind of attitude! I thought he was just eerie, intimidating, and scary... but he was very irritating to even talk with.

Marcus nearly laughed from the spectacle the man made. “Mr. Thorne. You’re back.” Marcus nodded and stepped closer. “Indeed, I am, Mr. Harvey. How have you fared in my absence?” “Splendidly, Sir.” “You have my deepest gratitude, Mr. Harvey.” Marcus patted his friend’s shoulder. “This is why I keep you employed, you know.” Redness covered Mr. Harvey’s face from ear to ear; from forehead to chin. The man’s mouth worked quickly as he chewed what was in there before swallowing.

I hoped Harlow was off to do something dirty like the dirty old man he was. Later, Mane and I found Harlow in a restaurant in one of the city suburbs. It was a very private and exclusive one and we were only allowed in because I had a Milner Inc. ID and I lied that I was there to meet with the COO. Mane passed off as the company’s driver with his fake ID.

Harlow’s hands play with his cigar lighter for a few seconds before he looks at me. “I always study my prey before making a move, Amber, you should be aware of that by now,” he chuckles. “Ken, come out,” Harlow snarls. Harlow’s jaw clenches. To my surprise, Ken crawls out. Ken stares at Harlow in disbelief but doesn’t say a word. “What’re the updates on Martino?” Harlow asks him. They enter into some chitchat which I ignore as I try to process what just happened.

Harvey thanked the server and carried the flowers to Liberty’s office. Liberty was reviewing the wedding menu as Serenity’s maid-of-honor. Once she was sure everything was in order, she closed the file. She lifted her head when Harvey knocked and entered her office. Looking at Harvey’s face now, she found it hard to believe that the man was the scary drunkard. The man looked handsome after tidying himself up. Of course, he was not in the same league as Zachary and Josh. “Hello, Ms. Hunt. I’m Harvey Gray. We met before in East Hill Apartments,” Harvey introduced himself.

His tone was grazed with sarcasm. Harold scoffed and turned away from the window. "You must have really grown up Matteo Rodriguez…Seeing as you doesn't sneak up like a thief behind me…" Matteo laughed. "What brings you here this time?" Harold asked as he stepped away from the window and lowered himself into a seat. "Don't tell me you have given up already?"Matteo shakes his head. Harold has always been a chicken. Little wonder Lucas always won him. "Whose fault it is we are here right now? Huh? You can't even put one woman under control, how dare you think of leading the vampire clan?" Harold slammed at him.

She reminded me of the Queen, in the way that she seemed to be constantly planning something, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. "I will bring you a gift next time," Mr. Harlow said. "No words can properly express how grateful I am." "It's fine. We actually haven't exchanged wedding gifts yet but this contract is not a gift, Mr. Harlow," I reminded. "It's a business deal." "Yes. I'm aware." I leaned back into my chair and rested my cheek on my fist. "Then please use the funds responsibly. I'm not a very patient man." He opened his mouth to respond but I quickly interrupted by asking, "How was Heather before she came here?"

her lips purse in a tight line and I know she is unconvinced by my reassurances. As we walk through the doors my eyes fix on the one person I did not want to see right now while my patience is so thin. Harlow sits alone at a table by the window. She stares out looking forlorn and a ghost of her former self. Her hair is limp and all of the glow is gone from her skin. Hoping to avoid her attention I turn to take a table at the other side of the room but it’s like she senses my very presence as her head turns and those haunted eyes fixate on me.

"Do you know what happens to girls....." "Get the fuck away from her Ryan," The familiar voice of Mr Halloway filled the kitchen, enveloping me in a case of warmth. I shoved his chest away from me but failed to move the bastard away from me. He grinned and pushed himself even closer so I could feel his excitement against me. And then he moved away from me, turning to face Mr Halloway and a tiny Jaden that ate his ice cream while watching. He didn't say anything to Mr Halloway, just waved some sort of salute, and then disappeared out of the house. I tried to hide my face by pretending to remove imaginary crumbs from my shirt.

Naturally, MR-25 would become a terrifying nightmare for the Harvard family. Marvin gave a crisp smile. "There will come a time when you will be at the bottom, Mr. Warren," he said coldly. Mr. Warren Harvard leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin. *'That kid isn't joking! His eyes blaze with the exact passion that people once hailed. Is he actually going to make that impossible dream a reality?'*