CHAPTER FOUR

OLIVIA

A jerk to a stop the moment something hits the car with a thud. I turn to Kyle with wide eyes but his expression is blank as always.

There’s a downpour and I can barely see as I step out of the car, my suit immediately drenched before I make it around the car.

I hear a groan as a body takes shape lying in front of the car. I peer into their face, my heart hammering in my chest in the fear that I might have hit and killed someone.

It’s then that I recognize the black eyes that is looking at me, finding it hard to remain open. She mutters ‘Dickhead’ before her eyes close and she goes limp. It’s Olivia.

I’m about to scream for Kyle when I see him bending over her. He checks her pulse and sighs so I think there’s no much problem.

“She has a bruise on her forehead, pulse is still breathing strong so I think she just passed out from the shock. He says impassively, standing up and regarding me with a stern almost annoyed look.

“What do we do now?” I ask with a shrug “Why does it even have to be her that we ran into?”

“That you ran into” Kyle corrects me and I scoff at him. “Clean up your own mess and take me home”

I panic. “What do you mean take you home? The fuck am I supposed to do with her?”

“You’re the one that hit her Jake, maybe its time you learn how to be responsible” his voice is unapologetic as he turns to enter the car.

“Teach me responsibility another time, not now there’s an injured person in front of my car!” I yell but the rain muffles it, plus he already slammed his door shut.

I look back at the girl on the floor, her lips are already turning blue and I sigh as I bend and carry her in my arms, noting how heavy she was. No surprise there, she looked like the type to eat all the food at thanksgiving and then go about punching people with all that strength.

For the first time I’m grateful that Kyle drags me to the gym, because without these muscles I wouldn’t be able to carry into the back seat of my car. I slam the door shut and get into the driver’s side.

“Drop me at home first, I’ll see you in the morning” Kyle says in his no nonsense tone and I know that I’m dealing with the girl in my car alone.

I can’t help the frown on my face as my car comes to a stop in front of Kyle’s penthouse. He gets off without sparing me as much as a glance.

“It’s just you and me now buddy, you better not die on me” I mutter to the unconscious girl at the back as I pull out from Kyle’s driveway and head home. The roads are flooded and I consider just waiting it in the car but thunder strikes and that’s my cue to get my ass going.

It’s almost midnight when I pull in and I have even more trouble carrying Olivia this time because for some reason she seems heavier.

This moment right here makes me wish that I had maids or butlers running around that could carry her for me and tend to my wet car.

I put in my security code before using my shoulders to push open my door, going straight to the room beside mine.

She bounces softly when her body hits the bed. Rushing to my bathroom, I pull out the first aid box before returning to her.

I tend to the bruise on her forehead, first cleaning it before putting a band aid on it since it wasn’t deep or anything, just surface wound.

She shivers but doesn’t open her eyes and I cuss under my breath because of how cold she has become. I do the only thing that makes sense to me.

I start to remove her clothes, half expecting her to wake up and punch me in the gut. Its hard not to notice the bright coloured spider man short she’s wearing which makes me burst into a fit of laughter.

Of course a girl like her wouldn’t wear lingerie. I close my eyes before removing her sports bra and then her shorts, making sure that I don’t see a thing.

I get warm water next and try to clean her body with it, with my eyes closed of course. I was anything but a perfect which was contrary to what everybody else thought of me.

My body stills when my hand brushed the side of her boobs and I decide then that its enough cleaning to keep her warm. I feel around the bed for the duvet and pull it over her when I find it.

When I touch forehead its a little warm and color has returned to her lips, I just need to pray that she wakes up.

My head itches towards her hair, her curls spread all over my pillow and there’s no denying that its a beautiful sight. Or maybe I just need to get laid if I’m beginning to find this man punching lady’s hair attractive.

I tuck her in and put off the light before leaving. I’m tempted to call Kyle and throw it to his face that I handled this mess all by myself but he probably wouldn’t care of pick up my call even.

I head to the makeshift bar in one corner of the sitting room, my hand pulling out a bottle just as my phone rings.

When I see the caller ID is my father I almost pee in my pants. I gently put the bottle on the counter before connecting the call.

“What are you doing up this late in the night” my father’s voice fills my ear and I almost cringe.

“Had a late meeting with Kyle and only just got back”, besides if I wasn’t awake you wouldn’t have reached me. I don’t say the other part because I knew it would land me in more trouble than it was worth.

“Your mother and I would have breakfast tomorrow over at your place” he says, and I almost groan out loud. Almost.

“Okay” I answer. None of us speak for sometime and its not surprising. Our conversations are often like this, none of us knowing what to say to the other.

“How are your marriage plans going?” he asks and I wish we had just continued with the silence.

“You just interrupted our dinner date even” I answer off the bat, hoping it doesn’t blow up in my face.

“This late?” he asks.

“Yes, we both got off work pretty late but missed each other so much we still showed up for the dinner date because we can’t afford to be apart from each other for more than five seconds” I don’t know why I’m spitting out all these words but they come freely and I do nothing to stop them.

“You can arrange breakfast for everyone tomorrow, your mother will be pleased to finally see you with someone that is not a slut you picked from the club or worse the roadside” there’s a bite in his remark like there always is when he talks about my poor choice of partners.

But will you be pleased father? That’s what I want to ask him but I don’t.

“Olivia is busy and she stay up late today so she won’t be available tomorrow morning. Maybe sometime this week I can set up a lunch date, that would work better for everyone” My voice comes out more calm than I feel inside which I’m grateful for.

“Very well then” he hangs up immediately after and it makes me want to smash my phone. Damn him and his cold self, did it hurt him to ask I was doing.

The abandoned liquor on the counter is what I pick up after, not even bothering to take a glass I drink it straight from the bottle.

The emptiness I always feel after talking to my father is there so I pick up my phone like I always did. I scroll through my phone book, no particular contact in mind until my finger stops put a number I saved with Whore24friends.

That should do the trick. Her phone rings only once then she connects the call, Good girl.

“Hello baby” my voice takes a velvety one, it was time to turn up the charm. Girls hardly resisted me but it was more fun this way.

“I thought you were never going to call” she answers and from her tone I can tell that she has one of those seductive smile tugging at her lips.

“Was giving myself enough time to miss you” I am speaking more slowly now, the liquor taking over my speech bit by bit.

“You miss me?” she asks in a whisper and I nod before remembering that she couldn’t see me.

“So much that it hurts” I say, placing my hand over my chest. It didn’t hurt because of her, hell I can’t even remember what she looks like but the phone call I just got off had something to do with it.

“Want me to come over?” she giggles a little and it shoots straight to my blood, whatever sadness I was feeling already gone.

“It’s late” I say instead

“It doesn’t matter, I’ve have my driver bring me over” she insists and its exactly like I expected, these girls can’t ever get enough of me.

“Babe?” I say, only because I can’t remember her name.

“Yes love” she sang sweetly

“Can you come with your friends?” I held my breath for a second.

“You didn’t need to ask Jake, they’re already here with me. Expect us in five…”

I’m not sure what she’s about to say next but I hang up, there wasn’t any need for another conversation. I take a glance around my living area and sure its in order, I’ll have to give my cleaner a raise.

I’m heading straight to the shower to get ready when I hear a whimper coming from the room Olivia’s in.

When I open the door she tossing in bed. I rush to her, checking her temperature and hissing at the way it burnt the back of my palm.

I stood up, panic beginning to set in. What of she died here? I would be arrested for murder and possibly be taken out entirely out of my inheritance. My father’s company would never be mine.

It was then that it hit me. A doctor! I should have called one in immediately I brought here. Maybe Kyle was right, I wasn’t okay in the head especially to skip something as important as this.

I pulled out my phone and called our family doctor to come over, he said five minutes. I took that time to get in the shower and wash away today’s stress.

I was just out of the bathroom when the door bell rang, I put on the first bathrobe my hand came in contact with.

As I opened the door I knew it was either time to have fun or find out whether I had really murdered someone.