NEMESIS: HATE AT FIRST LOVE.

ORION.

"I swear, I've said it a hundred times already - I can't focus when you keep doing that!" I exclaimed, trying to gently pry Harro's hands out of my shirt. He groaned, as if I'd deprived him of his most prized possession.

"Well, if you take it off, giving me easy access, I won't have to try so hard to touch you," Harro replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he tugged on my grey cotton shirt. I raised an eyebrow, incredulous.

"How's that any different from what you're doing now?" I asked, genuinely puzzled by his logic. It was as if he operated on a completely different wavelength, one that left me both frustrated and amused.

"It's completely different," Harro said, his tone matter-of-fact, "because I'd have unfettered access to your body, and I wouldn't have to wrestle with your shirt to get to you." He spoke as if it was the most logical thing in the world, leaving me exasperated.

I let out a deep sigh, rubbing my face in frustration. Giving Harro a haircut had become an exercise in futility, thanks to his relentless roaming hands. Every time I tried to focus, he'd find a way to distract me, leaving me flustered and unable to think straight.

Harro's voice cut through my frustration, his tone tinged with amusement. "Well, are you going to take it off?" He sounded like I was the one wasting his time, and I shook my head, defeated. There was no winning against his persistence.

"Happy now?" I asked, slipping my shirt over my head, and Harro's face lit up with a cheeky grin. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he slid his tongue across his lips, nodding in satisfaction. "Very!" he replied, his voice dripping with sly intent.

I playfully swatted his hands away when he made a grab for my body, and he pouted, his lower lip jutting out in a comical expression. "You're not fun." he whined, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm glad you know that. Now, sit still." But Harro was unstoppable. His fingers traced lines around my biceps, sending shivers down my spine. The little devil had the audacity to smirk when my body reacted to his touch.

I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Seriously, Harro! You're impossible!" But he just laughed, his eyes glinting with mirth, and continued to tease me, his touch sending sparks flying through my veins.

"Want to go out?" I asked, attempting to divert Harro's attention from his teasing.

He raised an eyebrow, his fingers still dancing across my skin. "You mean, like a date?" His voice was laced with amusement.

I chuckled, playfully rolling my eyes. "No, I mean, like walking your invisible dog." Harro's grin only grew wider as he said.. "I didn't know you had a sense of humor" i glared at him before clarifying, my tone softening.

"I meant, just the two of us, maybe dinner at a quiet place?" I'd love to take him somewhere private, a small gesture to make up for not being ready to share our relationship with the world.

Harro's face lit up, his smile radiant. "I'd love that," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know just the place," he said, a sly wink accompanying his words. My eyebrows shot up in alarm.

"Please tell me you're not thinking of that bizarre strip club/restaurant hybrid from last time?" I asked, hoping against hope that it wasn't his intention.

Harro chuckled, shaking his head. "I know you didn't exactly enjoy that place, and no, it's not that. One of my new restaurants has incredible food and a stunning view – you'll love it." His cheeky grin brought a sigh of relief from me.

But then, a new thought struck me. "One of your new restaurants? Exactly how many restaurants do you own?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. Harro's eyes sparkled as he took a moment to ponder the question.

"The restaurants I'm directly involved with? Five or six, maybe," he said, his tone surprisingly serious. "But I'm just a silent investor in the rest, so honestly, I've lost count. I have people who handle those details, and I just... collect the profits." He shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

I stood there, staring at him, my mind reeling. I'd seen wealth, touched it, but Harro's was on a whole different level. What kind of empire had he built at such young age?

Harro waved his hand in front of me, breaking the spell. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "Nothing, just... curiosity. So, what drew you to cooking, or rather, the food industry?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Harro shrugged, a careless gesture. "I just like food, I guess. And I'm good at business." He smiled, and I sensed there was more to the story and he continued...

"I was a notoriously picky eater as a child," Harro said, a faraway look in his eyes. "Nothing could coax me into eating, but as I grew older, I realized I simply didn't like the way certain meals were prepared. So, I took matters into my own hands and started cooking them my way."

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he continued, "When my dad put me in charge of our hospitality subsidiary at seventeen, I got a bit... carried away. Next thing I knew, we had a chain of high-end restaurants sprouting up across the country."

I listened, entranced, as his story unfolded. "You truly deserve the title of genius," I said, genuine admiration in my voice.

Harro's smile was understated, but his eyes shone with quiet pride. "I wouldn't say that. Things just... come naturally to me, I suppose." Well, look who's being modest.

"That's exactly what it means to be a genius," I said with a chuckle, shaking my head in amusement.

"I'm done!" I announced, brushing stray hairs from his body as Harro gazed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Wow, this is even better than my regular hairstylist," he said, his eyes sparkling with delight, "and he doesn't come with the added bonus of being shirtless and kissable." Harro's lips brushed against mine, sending a flutter through my chest.

"Thank you, I love it," he whispered, his smile still plastered on his face, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Time for a shower!" Harro exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he tugged on my pants. I chuckled, shaking my head at his enthusiasm.

"You just love getting me naked, don't you?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.

Harro's smirk was unapologetic. "There are many things I love doing to you," he said, his voice low and husky. "You just like picking the ones you want to talk about." He winked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Before I could respond, Harro dragged me into the shower, the warm water enveloping us like a sensual caress. I let him take the lead, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.