Harry's POV
The moment we entered my apartment, I watched Jessica looked around, observing every inch. She had her left hand over her right elbow, rubbing it gently.

"Sit," I ordered, gesturing to the couch. Without uttering a single word, she followed my order and sat on the couch and crossed her legs, hands tapping on her lap.

I stood in front of her and she had her eyes on my feet and then she stared at the table. Before I could walk towards her, she darted her eyes towards mine and glared.

"Don't you dare think you can use me like that," Jessica hissed. Her face not showing any signs of vulnerability as I thought she would have like Leah and the other women when I first brought them to my apartment. "Don't you dare, Harry."

Jessica got up and pushed me aside, taking her purse with her.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked as she walked towards the front door.

She turned around, eyes intense. "You think all women will react the same to the act you just pulled? No, Harry. At least I don't. Your offer was to replace Leah's place as your secretary, not to replace Leah, as a person. I am a woman of dignity and right set of values. It is a great shame to be of acquaintance with a person like you." She threw herself to the side and had her back against the wall. "You have no idea what you're putting me through, Harry. You are no better than Leah and Jacob. All of you are so...so...so selfish. Few days ago, I had a promising career and a life to live for."

She was now on the floor, knees pressed to her chest. I plunged myself on the couch. I knew well to not come close to her. My heart was heavy, filled with guilt just looking at her in that state. It had always been my defense mechanism to avoid from getting hurt by a woman. Leah was the first and it struck me that I was putting it on Jessica, a person who did nothing to me. And took my offer because I threatened to ruin her brother's life if she didn't.

"I wasn't going to do anything. It was a test. I just wanted to see if I was right about you not wanting more than what I offered. I should have just trusted my instincts, I was wrong and I'm sorry," I apologised, sincerely. "I've never forced any women or intend to. They usually made it obvious of what they wanted-"

"And you even share them with your friends as though they are objects to pass around," Jessica cut him off.

"What they always wanted, is something I cannot give."

"You mean sex?"

"Yes. Usually I manage to find a replacement before they start yearning. I don't get attached to any of them except-"

"Leah. And that's why having her cheating on you is big of a deal to you, Harry?" she asked her voice soft as she approached the couch.

She sat on the other end of the couch and straightened her dress. "Harry, as far as I know, if someone cheats on you, the person isn't worth the time. You will find someone who will stay and feel the same as you eventually. You don't have to seek revenge or go through all these just to keep up with your reputation."

"And then what do you suggest I do then?"

"Move on."

I shook my head, laughing lightly.

"I'll help you through."

"And how is that?"

"I will remain as your secretary and accompany you to events. But I will also help you spot the right women, tell you the right ways to treat them and you can call me when you're feeling down or need something. I am not going to be someone you own but I am going to be your friend."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did she just offered to be a friend? 'Why are you helping me?"

"Since I can't turn back time and have my life back to how it was, I'd rather make the most out of it now and that is to stop you from ruining other people's lives just because you're not happy with your own."

We chuckled at her statement. It was the first time someone has spoken to me so openly that it led me to being honest with myself. And to be really honest, I've never truly had a friend I could depend on and talk to when I need to. Perhaps this is what I need. Perhaps Jessica is the key to open the door to the happiness I've longed for.