"Will you need me to accompany you, sir?" Eden asks Harvey, despite Grayson giving him the evening off earlier in the morning. Harvey was about to agree as he'd feel safer with Eden by his side, but Carl interrupts, "We're both adults. And Harvey doesn't need a bodyguard when he has me," he flashes
Harvey finishes his breakfast and receives a call from Carl. He doesn't pick up as he doesn't feel like doing anything this morning. Harvey was tired after the intense sex last night, and his mind couldn't function well now that he saw Kian in the grey room. "Did you like the pastries, son?" the hea
The mansion's employees had enough of Carl. Harvey's boyfriend criticises everything they do, like walking on his way, not dusting the pillows properly or putting salt in his food. While everyone enjoys what the head maid cooks, Carl is the only one to think otherwise. He's too used to eating in hot
"He's an asshole," mutters Eden, and Hunter laughs at his honesty, "I can see that," he nods, "Harvey probably lost his mind when he left the country," "I'm pretty sure he lost it way before," Eden mumbles with a cold tone, referring to the day he had sex with Hunter at his office. Hunter laughs
Harvey and Katherine are out shopping for the inauguration party. Kate insists her brother buys the best outfit and accessories so that his guests remember his look forever. She believes first impressions to be crucial. Eden and Henry accompany them to the shopping centre today—a tough task for both
Harvey nervously paces in his bedroom as he reviews his speech. He writes it in two days, and every time, he corrects it and adds something or removes a piece of useless information. Harvey wants everything to be perfect during the inauguration party. For once, he's doing something by himself—withou
Before he closes the drawer, he spots something in the corner behind the watches. He lifts a brow and chuckles when he remembers he left his old phone in here. Harvey connects the device to the charger on the bedside. He lies on the mattress as he waits for it to turn on. He introduces the pin, an
Grayson stumbles in the stairs, walking lazily toward the basement. His legs are noodles, and his vision is blurred slightly. It's dark downstairs. There's no one at the gym this late at night. Only two bodyguards are standing in front of the grey room, looking tired and sleepy. "Sir?" they look a