Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea)

As long as Harrison's not stalking me, I'm relieved. I really don't want him to show up and say a bunch of mean things. What's worse, I can barley retort because he's my boss. Or maybe no one's following me at all.

The best thing about this job is the holidays. During the weekends, I can go out with my mother to relax. Her illness made me realize that company is more important than money.

Sometimes, she would ask me about Harrison, but I never gave her a straight answer.

"Harrison is young and promising. It'll be great if you two are together," says her wistfully.

I almost choke on my tea. "Mom! He's just my friend. Don't speak nonsense! You're gonna scare him off."

"Save it. I'm what I'm doing." Mom rolls her eyes. "You're not young anymore. It's time for you to get a boyfriend."

I sigh. Do all middle-aged women like to talk about it? My middle-aged female neighbors

often ask me if I have a boyfriend.

I'm really confused. I'm living well now. What makes them think I desperately need a boyfriend?

To shut my mom up, I quickly take my purse and walk to the door. "Mom, I have an appointment with Sienna. Bye."

I'm not lying, but I'm half an hour ahead of schedule.

Sitting on the chair and listening to the soothing piano music, I'm relaxed physically and mentally.

"Wow, why are you so early? It's rare." Sienna comes to me and asks with surprise.

I watch her sitting opposite me. "Have you been busy lately? Last time you went to see my mom, you didn't even eat at my house." "Yes. I have to go to an event later."

Sienna's different from me. She's a strong woman who focuses on her career.

I admire her, but I am not jealous. Everyone has a different path in life.

When Sienna is in the bathroom, my phone rings. It's from Harrison. He wants me to go to his villa now.

I instantly freak out. I tell Sienna that I need to leave now, she frowns but doesn't stop me.

"I'm kind of busy today, can you..." "You still have half an hour. If you're late, I'll punish you." Harrison's tone is unquestionable.

There's no need for me to say anything more. I have no choice but to take a taxi to his place.

I tried to find an excuse to turn him down, but he didn't give me the chance.

Maybe he knew I didn't want to go to his place.

My courage's completely gone. I'm afraid to stay with Harrison, because I can't afford to offend him.

I almost regret turning to him. Why didn't I call the police at that time? But what's done is done. Now, I'm standing at his door, not daring to ring the bell.

The phone in my pocket rings. I pick it up. "I'm already at the door."

"I know. You've been standing there forever. Why don't you come in?" Harrison asks.

I didn't expect him to know that, so I'm lost for words.

"The door is open." After that, he hangs up the phone.

For a second, I want to turn around and leave directly. I can withdraw a large sum of money from his card and start my life again in a place where no one will ever find me. Unfortunately, I'm not that bold. After hesitating for a long time, I open the door and go in.

"Ah!" When I enter and see the man in front of me, I can't help screaming.

Harrison is standing a few meters away from me, looking at me expressionlessly.

He looks at his watch and say, "You're 18 minutes late."

"It took me forever to get a cab, and there was a lot of traffic." I start lying.

I know lying is bad, but I don't know what else to do.

He slowly walks towards me. My experience tells me that as long as this guy is walking towards me, nothing good is gonna happen.

I stand on the spot, and my brain is in a mess. While I'm trying to figure out how to stop him, I get pinned against the wall.

The pain of hitting the wall instantly sobers me up. Subconsciously, I cover my mouth with my hand. "Harrison, what do you want?"

"I thought you already knew."

With me thinking about what he meant, he pulls my hand away and kisses me on the lips.

The previous experiences tell me he won't end up doing anything to me, so I don't resist. He seems to have been drinking, and he's a little edgy.

After kissing, he suddenly straightens up and looks straight at me. Then I notice my shoulders are bare.

I'm not an ignorant girl and I know what a man looks like when he wants sex. At this time, he looks at me as if he wanted to eat me.

Swallowing my saliva, I say uneasily, "You're drunk now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

He picks me up by my waist and throws me on a big bed. Then he takes off his shirt and presses me under him.

I'm actually surprisingly calm at the moment. When people get cancer, they worry uneasily about death.

But they are particularly calm when death actually comes.

"Do you know what I'm gonna do?" He asks softly and touches my hair with his hand.

I don't know how should I answer him. I pretend not to understand and look at him silently.

By definition, he lost out on this deal. He gave me a black card, but what did he get? a divorce woman.

I feel sorry for him and myself.

He lowers his head and kisses me again. This kiss is deeper that the one just now and he starts to touch me.