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Harry was seated around the 12 seat Italian dining table his father had purchased in no other than Italy. Joining him at the table was his mother, father and business associates of his father. Boisterous laughter filled the area as waiters served the desert for the night. Harry rolled his eyes and picked at the cuffs of his designer suit his mother literally had to dress him in.

They were celebrating the return of Mark Styles and also his success on earning a new big business deal with the CEO of CARIMED, a worldwide business that dealt with the creation of cement. His father was to design and help construct a few branches around the world. From Jamaica to Russia, Harry's father will be doing a lot of traveling in order to get this done. He wasn't complaining, though.

Thoughts of his night with Khai replayed in his head and he groaned in remembrance of how much he in fact did not want to be here.

"Is something wrong, dear?" Nova, Harry's mom, asked sincerely.

Harry shook his head. "I'm just yearning to get started with this extravagant desert Chef Davis has whipped up." Good save, Harold.

Nova nodded and was soon engaged in a conversation with one of the men's wife. Something about a new bag, he didn't really care.

"Harry my boy," James, one Harry's father business associates begins. "How's school? Any girlfriends? And my God, that hair!"

Harry chuckled at James. He had been a family friend for over seven years. Vague memories of goi fishing with him and his son, Ollie, who is now in Canada studying fashion. James, in all honesty, has been more of a father to Harry than Mark himself has been.

"School is good, yeah. No girlfriends for me though," Harry lied straight through his teeth. He couldn't afford to let Mark know that he was still with Khai. Harry remembers the day he brought Khai over for dinner, wanting to finally show his parents the girl he could call his. As soon as Khai stepped through the door, Mark's smile fell. While Nova greeted Khai in a warming way, Mark dragged Harry into the kitchen, yelling him. Asking him how he could be such a fool.

"I refuse to have my son in a relationship with a black girl," he had said sternly. Then demanded he break up with her the next day. They proceeded with dinner as if nothing had happened. An evident scowl plastered on Mark's face whenever Khai would make the slightest movement. And it was in that moment, Harry realized how much he was drawn to Khai. And he swore in that moment, that nothing, not even his father, would be in between of him and his Khai.

"Well you're in luck," Mark spoke up. Harry looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Alexander here has a daughter. Beautiful, young lady. Very ambitious," he gestures to the Asian man to his far right.
Harry rolled his eyes. Not this again.

"She's here actually," Alexander spoke up, looking at his phone. "Sorry she's a tad late. Her lecture must've ran overtime."

Soon afterwards a beautiful girl stepped into the dining area. She wore a simple black pencil skirt, a red blouse and black heels. Her black her was caught up in a tight bun. Harry was a sucker for brown eyes, but not hers. She didn't look 20, she seemed to be in her late thirties. She greeted everyone in a tight and professional manner. Harry quickly decided that he did not like her. Way too serious for his liking.

"This is Luna," Alexander introduced her. "And this is Harry."

Luna stuck out her hand, and being the gentleman he is, Harry brought her cold, freshly painted hands up to his lips. It's gonna be a long night, he thought.

On the other side of town, Khai was working on a research paper. Constantly checking her phone every two minutes for a text from Harry. She knew he was at dinner, but he informed her that he would text her once he's finished. And boy was she bored. She just wanted her Harry.

But little does she know he will not be texting her tonight.

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