Chapter 4 Find her

Harry's POV

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face because I had the most fun I have had in my life.

Said smile is promptly wiped off my face when I feel the cold sheets where she slept.

I listened to hear if I can hear the shower or something. But I couldn't hear anything. The room was still.

I jumped out of bed and into my trousers to look for her, but from the state of things she had left the room a long while ago.

It was eight in the morning. I'm going to tie her up when I get my hands on her. I must not have tired her out enough.

I know her name so I can always find her when I want another awesome night.

Who am I lying to? I want her again.

I can't believe she's never done that before. She was a natural and she drove me crazy with her body.

I fell back on the bed and grab the pillow she laid on. It smells like her;a little coconut oil with a hint of mint.

Her scent is intoxicating.

I decided to freshen up and get ready to head back home when I saw a few bills on the nightstand along with a note.

'thanks for last night. I had fun. I hope this covers your fee. Henrietta'

Wait a minute.

She thought I was a male hooker?

Damn. This chick is driving me crazy. She must have been more drunk than I thought.

I started to pace because I was getting angrier the more I thought about it.

So she didn't recognize me? Worst she thought I'm a sex worker?

She must pay for this disrespect. How can she insult me so bad? Leaving a few notes for me.

It's not even up to what a hooker collects for a night. So she even owes me a few more bills.

I make a thousand more in thirty minutes.

I picked up my phone and called my head bodyguard,

"you know the lady I was with last night? Did you get her name or see her face? Good. I want you to find her and bring her to me! Now! I don't care if she's left the hotel. Find her!"

She's going to know that I can buy her whole life and I will own her. She will know the true meaning of power.

I walked into the bathroom and reluctantly washed off her scent from my body.

I'm mad at her but God she smelled good.

I go through my morning routine and exercise, getting myself pumped for when i will see her.

My guys reported to me later that they couldn't find her anywhere, her room had been cleaned out and she had left the hotel.

I banged my fist against the wall in anger at the lost opportunity.

I grumbled with frustration as the reality sank in that she had truly slipped through my fingers.

How dare she vanish without a trace after the night we shared? Didn't she feel anything with me?

My pride was hurt at the thought of being mistaken for a mere hooker, and the guts she had to have to just assume, made me even madder.

I couldn't shake the feeling of being disrespected. She needed to learn that actions have consequences, especially when they involve crossing someone like me.

My reputation, my power, they were not to be messed with.As I paced the room, my mind raced with thoughts of how to track her down, how to make her pay for her action.

She needed to understand that I was not just another man to be thrown away and forgotten. Nobody forgets me.

But despite my rage, a part of me couldn't shake the memory of her scent, the way her touch had made me burn and want more.

It was annoying to admit, but she had left a mark on me, one that I couldn't easily erase.

With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I needed to find her, to show her the error of her ways. And when I did, she would regret ever crossing paths with me.

I packed up my stuff and got ready to go home when I discovered she stole my custom made perfume too.

My laughter echoed in the room when I discovered that.

I shook my head and zipped up my luggage for my guys to carry down for me.

I stepped into the elevator and pulled out my phone to check my mail and calls that I might have missed.

The elevator dinged when we got to the lobby and I am pulled out of my work trance by, "Mr King! I'm so glad you made it for the wedding but I couldn't find you during the reception"

No other than the father of the groom walked up to me with his hand stretched out like we were best friends.

"I want to toss him off a cliff", I muttered under my breath making my guards chuckle.

"yes I had other business to attend to. What can I do for you?" I replied the arrogant man.

"have you forgotten? You said we'll have our meeting after the wedding"

Oh for heaven's sakes.

"fine. Let's go to the conference room" I told him while he smiled big.

He led us to the room where his son and his wife with her family sat.

My eyebrow climbed up my head with surprise but I quickly masked it and asked, "why are they here?"

"they are part of the business now so I felt it's only normal to invite them" Mr Thomas Alexander, Peter's father, said.

Is this dude serious?

"fine. Get on with your pitch" I told him and took a seat.

He started pitching his business idea but I was so bored I decided to look at the people instead.

My eyes collided with Chloe, Henrietta's sister, and she looked at me like she wanted to eat me. One guys isn't enough now she wants me too?

"sorry. Excuse me. Peter? Tell your wife to stop raping me with her eyes okay? Good. Continue Thomas" I regretted saying those words.

"well that was certainly a nice pitch. Long and boring too. Let's cut to the chase shall we? I'm not investing in your company" I told them.

Chloe shouted, "what? You can't do that. There was a deal already. Don't you have any sense of loyalty?"

"says the girl that stole her sister's man" I said with an eye roll."your company is bankrupt and your son married into a bankrupt family. I'm not going to crash my company trying to help you two. Find someone else" I walked out, leaving their protests behind