Olivia
Something doesn't feel right. But I can't tell what it is. There's an unsettling feeling in my gut I try to ignore. Why does this stranger want to know everything about my ex-fiance? Who is he? “But why?” I study his eyes carefully as my suspicion grows. “Why do you want revenge?” He grins when I stay mute. “Great. We have a deal then?” he continues. “Yes, we do.” “Alright, a quick run down, I pretend to be in a relationship with you while in return, you give me useful information on him.” “Yes,” I breathe. Almost regretting this already. His lips widened into a full smile. “So do we shake or….” I grimace. “No, we don't have to.” He retracts his stretched arm and face it up in defeat. “Alright…alright.” “We need to set rules so none of us gets carried away,” I say. “I'm listening.” he takes another sip of the coke. “You can't flirt with any other lady. Especially when we're together.” “But what if they flirt with me?” he grins. I hate his eyes. They are grey and seductive as they bore into mine. “Walk away?” He laughs. It's short but infectious. You can see the way his eyes light up. “Okay okay.” He leans closer to the table and I do the same when he motions a finger, pulling my attention closer. “Do we still get to kiss and have sex?” he whispers. I pull back too quickly. Irritated a little. “No…no…we don't get to.” I remind myself the sex we had was only a one-time thing. No matter how good it felt. His lips curve downward as he pouts. “Can't handle it?” “Not with when I get to see you often.” His words leave a lump in my throat and flutter in my chest. Words shouldn't be able to do that right? “You won't. We'll only act the part when it's necessary.” “Now, that's sad.” I flip my hair over my shoulder. My breath hitches when his fingers graze my cheeks. “Relax, daisy,” he smiles. His finger moves away a loose strand out of my face. “There.” I swallow a hard gulp. “That should be all,” I say, avoiding his eyes as I prepare myself to leave. “Hey, not so fast, beautiful. I've got my own rules.” He has mischief in his eyes as he taps his fingers lightly on the glass. “I'm all ears,” I reply reluctantly. “You.” He points a finger at me. “don't get to fall in love with me.” I scoff. “You wish. I don't even like you.” “Great! Neither of us can fall in love with the other so things don't get messy when this,” he gestures with his hand. “Ends.” “Worry about yourself,” I blurt. “You should have seen yourself begging me to marry you,” he retorts, playfully. I hate his stupid laugh too. I mouth a curse with my middle finger raised in his face. “Gladly,” he grins and winks at me. It makes me furious. All of him. He sees my expression and laughs softly. God, I hate him already. “I love seeing you this-” “Olivia?” a high-pitched voice settles beside us, cutting him off. It's familiar. “Emma.” I stand to my feet and pull her into a hug. Finally, an excuse to get away from him. I called her earlier to get some drinks with me in case the stranger didn't show up. Emma pulls herself away after a moment and stares at the stranger. Her eyes narrow on him. “I remember you,” she says. “And how could I ever forget a beautiful face as yours.” The stranger takes her hand and places a kiss on it. I scoff silently and roll my eyes. Maybe a bit too hard. “What are you doing here?” Emma asks, moving her gaze from his to mine. “He was just about to leave,” I blurt out before he gets to speak. He takes the cue and stands to his feet. “Yes, I am about to leave. It was great meeting you-” “Emma,” she says. “Emma and Olivia,” he nods politely. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.” He begins to walk away when Emma stops him in his tracks. “I didn't get your name.” Oh fuck! I didn't even remember to ask. “It's Liam.” “Bye Liam,” Emma smiles. His eyes move to mine for a second before he walks away. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding back. Those eyes. “What's with the both of you? How do you know him?” Emma asks as she settles on the stool Liam just got off. I take my glass and gulp the last drop of coke. “It's nothing,” I shrug. “Well, that didn't look like nothing.” Knowing Emma, she won't give this up easily. I rarely hide anything from her but it just doesn't feel right yet. “I'll explain later. It doesn't matter now.” She stares at me for a few seconds in silence. Her eyes searching mine for an answer. But she drops it. “Tell me, how did things with Asher go?”Chapter 25LeoMy front door rattles with three sharp knocks just after ten o'clock. I'm not expecting anyone, and the late hour sets off immediate alarm bells.Through the peephole, I see Emma standing in a black dress that seems far too deliberate for a casual visit. What does she want this time?I open the door but don't invite her in. "Emma. Why are you here?”"I hope I'm not interrupting." Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. "I was in the neighborhood and thought we should talk. Clear the air after everything that's happened."I stare at her closely for a moment. My head screaming warnings as I really look at her. Her makeup is perfect and her hair styled in loose waves. This doesn’t feel like a coincidence one bit. Emma can’t just happen to be in my neighborhood at ten PM dressed like she's going to a cocktail party. But I need to know what she's playing at, so I step aside and gesture her in. This is my shot at finding the truth."Can I get you something to drink?" I ask, clo
Chapter 24Leonard“I’ll shoot myself in the leg if I have to show up for one more dinner with your father.”Olivia's eyebrows are creased as she gawks at me. It's almost feels like she's trying to find something. “Hey, chill,” I laugh. A failed attempt to ease the situation. “I was only joking yunno.” “Hmm,” she replies with her lips in a pout. Olivia turns her gaze away from me and sits rigid in the passenger seat. An uneasy silence follows next as I navigate through the quiet suburban streets toward her house. I try to circle back in my thoughts to a moment I must have fucked up at the dinner to piss her off but nothing comes up. The dinner at her father's went well enough—except the moment I almost got caught. But Olivia doesn't know about it right? Or does she? Her father might–"Leonard." Her voice cuts through the hum of the engine and my thoughts. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me."I keep my eyes on the road, though my grip tightens on t
OliviaI down some red wine just as Leonard slides back into his chair next to me. His fingers rest on mine as he leans into me. My nostrils fill up with his sweet woody scent.“How much longer?” he whispers. I fake a smile to the rest of my father's business associate at the table. “I have no idea but we'll be out of here soon,” I whisper back. Leonard gives me a pursed smile, squeezing my fingers before he lets go. I mouth an apology knowing how much dinners with my father suck. The notification buzz of phone steals my attention. I glance at the screen mentally registering to ignore the call. Leonard’s eyes are fixed on me before slowly moving to his plate. My phone buzzes the second time and make a hushed grumble. I turn to Leonard noting the way his shoulders remain rigid. His jaw works silently as he unfolds his napkin. Something must have happened with my father. Everything always goes wrong with him. "Everything okay?" I ask, reaching for my wine glass instead of the pho
Chapter 22LeonardI stare at my phone as Olivia's name flashes on the screen. Third call today. It takes every ounce of restraint to keep my fingers to myself, letting it go to voicemail. Nick is worried she's a distraction and hasn't stopped reminding me of everything at stake if I fail to do my fucking job. It's been three days since we've met. I know she's getting suspicious about my sudden need for privacy and the distance. Nick isn't wrong. She's a distraction I've entertained too many times that it's addicting now. Like a drug. I want her invading my space with no more secrets. The double life is driving me crazy. But I need this…. the promotion I've waited years for. Nick counts on me too, I can't let him down. Running my hands through my hair, I stare at the wall of evidence I've been constructing. Photos of shipping containers, financial records, names and dates all connected. The O'Neill family tree takes up half the wall, but it's the Murray side….Olivia's family that
Chapter 21 OliviaStanding dangerously close to the hallway, I press my back against the wall and hold my breath. Leonard's voice is clear from here. My curiousity got the better part of me when he got the call. "We have a problem, boss. I've lost Asher."My heart hammers against my ribs. Leonard has someone watching Asher. Why? And what did he mean they had lost him? The conversation continued, but I'd heard enough. I slip back to the living room on silent feet, my mind reeling. I was right to fucking worry. Leonard is keeping something away from me and my guts tell me he's up to no good. Him asking about Asher proves me right even more. Something is happening. And I need to find out what it is. He can't know I'm already suspicious again. Instead, I play along.“Our deal, remember? I need to know where he is.” I act surprised and nod in response. “I have nothing new. I'll let you know if I find anything out.”The room falls silent for a heartbeat. His conversation echoed in my
Chapter 20 LeoMy phone buzzed against the mahogany desk, breaking the silence of my study. Ben's name flashed on the screen. I groaned. It was never a good sign when he called this early in the morning. I'd stationed him to watch Asher weeks ago, knowing that bastard wouldn't give up on Olivia without a fight. I've seen this plot play out too many times. "What do you have for me?" I answered without preamble."Boss, we've got a problem." Ben’s voice carried that edge it always had when delivering bad news. "Emma Stewart met with Asher yesterday evening. Café Place, downtown. They talked for over an hour."My grip tightened on the phone. Emma—Olivia's best friend, the same woman who had tried to seduce me. What kind of games was she playing? "What kind of conversation?""From what I could gather, she's offering to help him get Olivia back. Seems like they struck some sort of deal.”I scoff, standing to my feet as my fingers drum on the edge of the desk. My mornings never end the w