Oops… My New CEO Saw in a Towel Chapter 04
There was no winning with Harrison. He pulled me
through the doors, his stride set, clearly knowing exactly where he was going.
He stopped in front of a store, I looked up at the sign, and
it clicked – I understood exactly what kind of shopping he had in mind.
Yeah.
Men, Especially men like Harrison – polished on the
outside, pure trouble underneath.
I watched his profile – that jawline sharp enough to cut
glass and my mind drifted back to the first time I ever saw him.
It was sophomore year. Mia and I had spent all of freshman year attached at the hip, and by then we were inseparable.
One afternoon, she asked me to come home with her. She looked like she was sneaking into her own house, and I had no idea why.
“My uncle’s home today,” she whispered, like she was announcing a natural disaster. He was the one person in her family who terrified her.
According to Mia, the man never smiled, carried himself like a judge, and could make you flinch with a single look. I pictured a stern, middle-aged man with reading glasses and a permanent frown.
We’d barely made it through the front door when a figure stepped into the hallway.
Yeah. I was not prepared.
Mia’s uncle was not what I expected. He was older than us, sure, but older in a way that came with sharp edges and a gravity we couldn’t fake if we tried. The man was stunning.
I let myself look once, then looked away. Didn’t matter how good-looking he was – he was my best friend’s uncle, and I had a boyfriend.
“Hi, Uncle Harrison.” Mia’s voice went small and polite – instant good-girl mode.
He glanced at me – ice-cold, zero expression — gave a curt nod, and walked past. As he did, something prickled at the back of my neck – the weight of being watched. By the time I looked back, he was already down the hall.
I shivered, Mia wasn’t exaggerating,
That was the first time I met Harrison. Like a stone tossed
into still water – a few ripples, then nothing.
I never imagined the second time would come so soon. Or
that I’d be at my lowest when it did.
My boyfriend, Trevor Bolton, and I made it official
sophomore year. He’d spent all of freshman year pursuing me.
According to him, he saw me in a red dress at the
freshman welcome party and fell for me on the spot. After that, he was everywhere – practically ditching class just to be near me. He did every single thing a perfect boyfriend was supposed to do, down to the last detail.
Maybe it was habit. Maybe there was a moment I genuinely believed he was good to me, that he was worth it. Either way, I said yes.
My parents were the real deal – had loved each other
their whole lives. That was the only version of love I knew, and the only one I wanted.
My so-called perfect boyfriend cured me of that fast.
He cheated on me a few months in.
The day I caught him, he had some girl pressed against him – barely dressed, her tongue down his throat. She was the one who spotted me first. Tapped him on the shoulder.
What did he say again? Oh, right. “Stella, we’d been
together all this time and you hadn’t even let me hold your hand. Was I actually your boyfriend, or just the guy who
carried your bags and paid for your meals?”