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Three hours had passed in silence. Harry had pointed out errors in three auditing documents and Mr. Riddle's delight had only increased at realizing that Harry was as brilliant as he was gorgeous. He was observing Harry, who was working on another file when his laptop beeped. He looked at his screen and realized that he had just received an email. He clicked on it and instantly his screen was filled with pictures.
His gaze widened as he looked at every picture closely and took in every detail. His gaze focused on Harry's face in each one. Phoenix Pharmaceuticals had put in a lot of effort to defame Harry but they were not aware of the fact that he had orchestrated all of these situations. He opened the document attachment and felt mildly amused. Were these really Harry's signatures? How had they managed to make Harry sign a confession? It intrigued him. He looked at Harry, peacefully at work and smirked. They had made his job easier. The time had come for Harry to meet Lord V officially. And this time, there would be no forgetting.
Mr. Riddle saved the pictures and closed his laptop. He rose to his feet and spoke,
"Harry, I believe that you were supposed to be resting."
Harry looked up from the file and spoke,
"Just this last one, Sir."
Mr. Riddle took the file from Harry, closed it and placed it on the table,
"It is time for Dinner, Harry."
Harry rose to his feet slowly and followed Mr. Riddle to the dining hall. He slowly began to grow aware of the dull pain in his arm. The painkillers were wearing off. The work had kept him distracted but now he was slowly beginning to feel it again. Harry tried not to dwell on it. Mr. Riddle sat down at the head of the table and signalled Harry to sit beside him. Harry sat down and looked around. He had never seen such a huge dining space. Well he had never been in such a big house before. Dinner was served by three men in impeccable black suits. Harry instantly felt hungry as the wonderful aroma of food assaulted his senses. Mr. Riddle signalled Harry to eat and Harry did.
The waiter first served him a bowl of soup followed by a fillet of sole fish and Harry dug into it. He had a clean plate in minutes. Mr. Riddle spoke gently,
"Have some more, Harry. You seem to be famished."
Harry wiped his face with the handkerchief and spoke,
"No, Sir. Thank you."
Mr. Riddle poured himself a drink and signalled the waiter to pour one for Harry. Harry shook his head,
"No, please. I really mustn't drink."
Mr. Riddle laughed cheerfully and spoke,
"Nonsense, Harry. You must have one drink with me."
The waiter poured the drink and Harry accepted it hesitantly. Mr. Riddle raised his glass and proposed a toast,
"To your good health, Harry."
Harry raised his glass and sipped his drink. The pain in his arm rose steadily. The cuts stung with a biting pain and Harry felt as if they were opening up again. Harry set the glass down immediately and clutched his arm. Mr. Riddle abandoned his drink and jumped to his feet. He was by Harry's side in a fraction of a second,
"Harry, are you alright?"
Harry shook his head and tried not to feel the pain. He finally managed to get the words out,
"I'm fine, Sir…... Don't worry."
Mr. Riddle signalled the waiter to bring the medicine. Mr. Riddle helped Harry to his feet and led him to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, he made Harry sit back on the bed and took the injection from his servant. Harry looked at it and shook his head in distress,
"No…. I don't need that."
Mr. Riddle rubbed Harry's back and spoke gently,
"You do need it, Harry. Be still for me now."
Mr. Riddle took Harry's arm and injected him with the sedative. Harry moaned out as the needle penetrated his arm. Mr. Riddle put away the syringe and rubbed Harry's back gently. Harry's eyelids drooped and he slumped to Mr. Riddle's side. Mr. Riddle wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and supported him,
"It is alright, Harry. I shall not let you go."
Harry's body trembled uncontrollably. Mr. Riddle realized that Harry was fighting off the effects of the sedatives,
"There is no need to fight it. Just let them take over."
Harry moaned something incoherently and Mr. Riddle tightened his hold on Harry's waist.
Harry felt the darkness winning and before he knew it, he was consumed by it.
Mr. Riddle felt Harry's being grow limp in his arm. He smirked and laid Harry back on the bed. Harry's breathing was steady and his chest rose and fell in perfect harmony.
Seeing Harry so vulnerable set his heart on fire. His urge to kiss those parted lips grew uncontrollable and he bent down over Harry and moved his tongue over Harry's lips, wetting them. He engrossed Harry's lips with his while his hands roamed over Harry's body and felt Harry's entire being. He wanted to remove Harry's shirt but resisted the urge. He would not go that far, not yet.
Mr. Riddle moved his fingers through Harry's messy curls and just savoured the gentle warmth of Harry's body. He buried his face in Harry's neck and breathed in Harry's sweet scent. He wanted to sink his teeth in that delectably soft neck but stopped himself. Not yet. He reminded himself. He pulled Harry's legs on the bed and straightened him up. His gaze took in Harry's bandaged arm and refreshed his vow to avenge him. He would make that woman pay dearly for what she had done.
He traced his finger over Harry's parted lips. There had been no need to inject him with a sedative. He had merely done it so that he could have his time with him. So that he could physically feel him and breathe him in. Currently, he preferred Harry in this vulnerable state. He wondered how Harry would react upon meeting Lord V? Well he would know very soon.
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