Chapter 170

Isabella linked her arm through Nathaniel's. "Let's share a room."

Alexander draped an arm over Harrison's shoulders. "We'll take the other one."

Nathaniel's gaze snapped to Harrison.

She nodded. "Alright."

She agreed.

To share a room with Alexander.

Nathaniel's jaw locked.

Harrison felt his stare and met it head-on.

What was his problem?

The memory of last night's awkward WhatsApp exchange resurfaced—her frantic backpedaling, his unreadable responses.

Now, she simply looked away.

The manager beamed. "We have the Presidential Oceanic Suite and the Executive Oceanic Suite. How would you like to divide them?"

Isabella smirked. "I'll take the Presidential Suite. Harrison, you two can have the Executive."

Harrison smiled slowly. "Actually, the Executive Suite suits you better. Alexander and I will take the Presidential."

Isabella's face darkened.

Was Harrison seriously challenging her?

"Nathaniel," she whined, batting her lashes, "I want the Presidential Suite!"

Truthfully, Nathaniel and Alexander couldn't care less about the rooms.

But the women were already at war.

The manager cleared his throat. "How about a little competition? Winner takes the Presidential Suite."

Isabella arched a brow. "What kind?"

"A race. Ten minutes to the beachfront villa. Two sports cars are ready."

A race?

Isabella grinned. "Deal."

Harrison nodded. "I'm in."

Isabella scoffed. "You're going to lose. Nathaniel always wins."

She turned to Nathaniel. "Win it for me!"

Nathaniel's gaze lingered on Harrison before leading Isabella to one car.

Alexander smirked. "You might be surprised."

Nathaniel frowned—just as Alexander tossed the keys to Harrison.

She slid into the driver's seat.

Alexander took the passenger side.

Isabella gaped. "You're racing?"

This wasn't Nathaniel vs. Alexander.

It was Nathaniel vs. Harrison.

Harrison adjusted her black sunglasses and met Nathaniel's eyes.

A slow, challenging smile curved her lips. "May the best man—or woman—win."

Nathaniel's pulse kicked.

He hadn't expected this.

How good was she?

"Ready, set, go!"

The cars shot forward like bullets.

Nathaniel had raced for years. He was unbeatable.

Yet when he glanced in the rearview mirror—Harrison's car matched his perfectly.

No matter how he pushed, she stayed right beside him.

Interesting.

If she wanted to play, he'd indulge her.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he gripped the wheel tighter.

This just got fun.