Harrison Towers, Memoirs of a Mogul (Glass Towers Trilogy) by Adler, Holt Read Free Book Online Page A

Marion and I would take our ‘breaks’ or break up, I never once considered Adelaide as a love interest. I don’t have an interest in her now either. I am simply intrigued to hear what her take on recent events may be. She is certainly bold and blunt, which is amusing coming from such a sweet little thing. I smile to myself as we pull up to the curb, I have to stop thinking about her.
     
    A month later, I am back in town and once again, meeting Adelaide for coffee. She prefers to keep our meeting as ‘hanging out’ and in the form of coffee and the park. Each time I hang out with her, I realize there is an incredibly intelligent woman behind those sparkling blue eyes and pert nose. I do wonder what it would be like to have sex with her. I watch her lips move and think about sealing mine over hers. Instead, I routinely give her a sideways hug and make my best attempt at seeming aloof and not interested. I am supposedly engaged to her pseudo best friend after all. I have learned quite a bit about Marion in the past few weeks. I thought I knew her but seeing Marion through Adelaide’s eyes has shed a whole new perspective that concerns me to great lengths. On our last coffee walk as Adelaide calls it, she turns to me with a serious look that hardens her soft feminine features.
     
    “Harry? Can I be blunt?”
     
    I almost choke on my coffee, “Since when do you have to ask permission to be blunt? You always are anyway!” I am now chuckling at her.
     
    She seems thrown off by my response as her face is now blushing. That is a characteristic that makes my blood simmer, on the right woman, it is incredibly sexy. “Oh sorry. I sometimes can’t help myself. I do tend to speak my mind and at times it’s rather inappropriate I’m afraid.”
     
    Again, I laugh, “It’s okay, what did you need to say to me that required you to ask permission first? You know I am rather thick skinned, I mean look at whom I am supposed to marry!”
     
    “Well, that’s just it, I know she is supposed to be my dear friend but I don’t trust her as far as I can throw her.” She pauses and starts fidgeting with her sleeve. A habit I have begun to notice she does when she is nervous.
     
    I nod, “Go ahead, speak freely, I’m not going to fly into a rage and bite your head off.”
     
    She smiles and then stops with her sleeve, “I guess I am wondering how you can still plan to marry someone that lacks integrity. She is shallow, ruthless at times and I fear she is more unstable than most of really know. Just think about how she practically stalks you. I don’t know how you can stand getting all of those emails and phone messages. I wouldn’t be surprised if she hired a private detective to report in on your day-to-day activities.”
     
    Silence falls between us as I ponder what she has said. I assume she is wondering if she said too much because she has taken up with her sleeve again. “You know, I will pose the same to you…why do you remain friends with her?”
     
    She looks surprised, “Well have you considered the alternative? I would much rather be on her good side than her bad side. My family does not have the money or clout that the Towers or Devereauxs have. I figure if I keep my safe distance from her, I am none the worse by remaining friends with her. It’s probably easier for me because I think I bore her anyway so she doesn’t think of me much. However, you, I wonder how you do it. Are you in love with her? Is she really your forever ?”
     
    “Wow, that is really a loaded statement or should I say question. You really know how to lower a weight on someone’s shoulders.” I ponder how to answer her question for a moment. “I don’t really know how I am feeling about her. On one hand, I suppose I feel a sense of duty like everyone has always expected us to marry but on the other, I feel resentment toward her.”
     
    “So where does that leave you exactly?”
     
    I wonder why she is probing me so hard. I