Chapter 901 The Unexpected Kiss
“Harvey…” Dolores murmures her voice barely above a whisper.
Harvey took a slow step closer, closing the already small space between them.
She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, almost brushing against her skin. “You”
He watched the flush spread across her cheeks.
“My heart’s racing right now,” he said, his voice low.
Then, deliberately, he took her hand and pressed it firmly against his chest, right over his heart. “Is this what you were talking about?”
Dolores went completely still.
Her palm lay flat against the soft cotton of his casual shirt, feeling the wild, frantic rhythm underneath.
Could it really be her–the person Harvey thought he might have feelings for?
He wasn’t even drunk.
Why was he saying things like this?
And all that honest advice she’d given him earlier–had he actually taken it to heart? D
Before she could gather her thoughts, Harvey placed his own hand lightly over her chest.
His breathing was slightly uneven. “Yours is beating fast too.”
This was insane.
Harvey had completely lost his mind.
Their eyes locked, tangled and intense, mirroring their ragged breaths.
Dolores didn’t dare move–a single shift and she’d be touching him.
Harvey kept that tiny sliver of distance too, careful not to actually make contact.
Then his gaze drifted slowly down to her lips.
She knew exactly what was coming next.
He hadn’t come here tonight just to ask questions–he’d set up this whole scenario, letting her lay out the plan while he quietly steered things exactly where he wanted.
Step by step, he’d woven a subtle trap, and she’d walked right into it.
The most frustrating part was, the script had come from her own mouth, so now she had no ground to refuse or protest.
Harvey really was a businessman through and through.
Whether she agreed or objected, he’d find a way to frame it so he came out clean.
That was how he operated–always strategic, always in control.
Dolores should’ve seen it earlier, but now she was already caught.
“Harvey, don’t you dare kiss me! If you do, I’m telling my mom!”
She played the Amanda card, her last resort.
She knew Harvey was determined to cross a line tonight, but she hoped he’d hold back before going too far.
“You won’t tell her,” he said, quietly certain.
Then he leaned in, and their lips met in a breathless, electric moment.
Harvey was right–Dolores really wouldn’t tell Amanda.
Trapped between him and the cool metal of the car behind her, the cold surface did nothing to calm the heat rushing through her veins. If anything, it made her feel even more feverish.
She stood frozen, and without realizing it, her hand still on his chest had fisted tightly in his shirt.
His lips were warm and soft, carrying just a faint trace of whiskey.
If you kiss her and then want to bring her home, you’re done for…
That means you want to sleep with her…
“I’m screwed,” he muttered under his breath.
He clicked his tongue, sat up against the headboard, and pressed his palms to his forehead.
Picking up his phone, he pulled up Dolores‘ résumé again.
January 16, 2000.
He sighed deeply, tossed the phone aside, and covered his face with both hands.
“Nine years and nine months…”
He cursed himself quietly, feeling like a complete creep.
Dolores couldn’t sleep either. Sitting cross–legged on her bed, she’d pulled her comforter up over her head, creating a little cocoon around herself.
Hidden in the dim warmth, she stared at Harvey’s WhatsApp profile picture and lightly touched her own lips.
Amanda had always been strict–she’d never even kissed Carson, not once…
But Harvey’s kiss felt like a slow–working poison, tingling and numbing. The moment their lips met, her legs had gone weak, her ears burned, and her whole body felt set ablaze.
“How could you just kiss me?” she whispered into the quiet room.
“Who kissed you?!”
Quentin’s voice was sharp, edged with anger and concern.
They’d just settled things with Carson, and now some other guy was making moves on his daughter?
Dolores jolted under the covers, throwing them off in panic. Amanda and Quentin were standing right beside her bed.
Amanda’s eyes moved from her daughter’s flushed face down to the still–lit phone screen–where Harvey’s WhatsApp chat was clearly visible.
She stared, speechless.
“Dad! Mom! Why didn’t you knock?! Dolores was mortified, clutching her phone and hiding it behind her back as she quickly turned the screen off.

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