Harry had just bought a whole building, just to spite Mr Davis. Petty? Maybe. Satisfying? Absolutely. He wanted Mr Davis to feel the same helplessness he once did. Funny thing was, it wasn’t just Alicia who ruined his life. There were three bad things, all of which happened on the same day. If Mr Davis had taken a moment to listen to his side of the story, none of this would’ve happened. Still, it all turned out to be a blessing in disguise.He didn’t have a solid plan for the building yet, but that didn’t bother him. He had money now. And time. He’d figure something out eventually.Mia was an odd one, but honesty is something rare these days. Maybe she just hadn’t faced the kind of temptation that breaks people’s morals. Harry came back and watched her pack up supplies, wondering if she would actually donate the leftovers to a shelter like he had said, or just sell them for cash. Either way, it wasn’t Harry’s problem. It was just a test of character.After Mia handed him one of the k

Alicia had barely signed with her new agency, and already they’d booked her an audition, something her last agency couldn’t manage in months. It was the first clear sign that she’d made the right choice. The difference in quality, in power, was night and day.She pulled up to the studio in her brand-new car, her heart racing as the engine went quiet. Heads turned the moment she stepped out. People waiting for their turns glanced at her sleek outfit and luxury car, whispering to each other. To them, she looked like someone important, maybe a producer’s favorite or an actress with connections. And maybe that was exactly what she wanted them to think.Because deep down, Alicia knew she wasn’t sure she had the raw talent to win the role. But what she lacked in skill, she made up for in presentation, and confidence was part of the illusion. If she looked powerful, people might start to believe she was.She reminded herself she had nothing to lose. Walking into the building, she noticed how

Harry's apartment wasn't what Alicia had expected. Not even close.She'd pictured the usual guy setup, maybe halfway clean on a good day, some clothes thrown over a chair, takeout containers in the trash, that vague smell men never seem to notice. But walking through the door, she realized she'd gotten it completely wrong.The place was immaculate. Sleek. Comfortable in that easy way money makes possible.Everything had this masculine edge to it, simple furniture, clean angles, the hint of wood polish in the air, but each piece looked expensive enough to belong in a magazine spread. Whoever worked on this place knew exactly what they were doing.She tried not to look too impressed, but it was hard. She'd expected decent. This was something else entirely.Harry caught the way her expression changed, cautious at first, then genuinely surprised, and let himself smile just a little. The crew he'd hired really came through. He had the money, so why live like he was broke? Might as well enj

Harry would’ve called himself crazy if someone had told him a week ago that his life was about to take a turn like this.It hadn’t even been seven days, and he’d already achieved things he wouldn’t have dared to imagine before. Everything about his reality now felt surreal, like he’d stepped into someone else’s story.Alicia had no clue about the kind of control he had over her life. Not just the small things, but everything, including her precious modelling career.Harry knew, deep down, that with a single decision, a single flick of his wrist, he could bring it all crashing down around her.That thought… oddly comforted him.Right now, Alicia was sprawled out asleep on his bed, her breathing steady and slow. Harry, meanwhile, stood under the shower, letting the water run down his skin. The intensity of what had just happened between them still pulsed faintly in his body, but his mind was already detached.The hunger had been fed, the desire satisfied. There wasn’t much left to feel.

Harry was completely spent. This time, he’d drained every last bit of energy out of himself.There was no way he could go another round, even if he wanted to. If he was being honest, he might’ve pushed it a little too far with Alicia.She was fast asleep now, sprawled out across his bed, her breathing soft and even. He thought about stepping out for a bit, but waking her up just to tell her felt… wrong. Insensitive, even.So instead, he scribbled a short note, left it on the nightstand, and quietly slipped out. There was nothing in the apartment worth stealing anyway, and why would she? He’d already made it clear he could take care of her every need if he wanted to.Outside, Harry got into his car just as his phone started to buzz. It was Mia.He frowned a little, it was too soon for Mia to be calling about the task he’d given her. Still, he answered.“Hey, Mia. What’s up?” Harry asked, putting the car in gear.“[[Hey man, I am all done clearing out the place. Where do you want me to