MasukOlivia
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?”LeoThe next four weeks are intensive in Murray Enterprises. Malcolm walks me through their entire operation—shipping routes from Rotterdam to Baltimore, container tracking systems, customs broker relationships, distribution networks that span three continents.On the surface, it's all legitimate. Textiles from Italy, electronics from South Korea, machinery from Germany. Standard import-export operations for a mid-sized company with good relationships and efficient logistics.But I'm trained to see the gaps. And once I start looking, they're everywhere.Shipments that take circuitous routes through multiple ports when a direct route would be faster and cheaper. Containers whose weights don't match their declared contents. Clients whose ordering patterns make no sense for their stated business type. Payments that route through shell corporations in the Cayman Islands, Cyprus, Singapore.I photograph documents when I'm alone in the office after hours. I memorize client names and accoun
LeoThe phone rings at 11 PM on a Tuesday, jerking me out of a half-sleep on my couch. I've been going through surveillance photos for the past four hours, and my eyes burn with exhaustion.Fernandez Murray's name flashes on the caller ID.I sit up immediately, adrenaline clearing the fog from my brain. In the two weeks since I asked Olivia to help me get close to her father, he's barely acknowledged my existence beyond a curt nod at a family dinner. Now he's calling me directly, late at night."Hello?""Liam." His voice is rough, like he's been drinking. "Olivia says you want to learn the family business. That you want to prove yourself.""Yes, sir. I do.""Why? You some kind of ambitious social climber? Trying to marry into money?"The directness catches me off guard. Most people dance around accusations like that. "No, sir. I'm trying to show you I'm serious about your daughter. That I'm not just some guy who's going to disappear when things get difficult."A pause. I can hear ice
LeoNicholas calls at six in the morning, which means it's important. I'm already awake, running through case files at my kitchen table when my secure phone buzzes with his number."Nick," I answer, setting down my coffee."We need to meet. One hour. The usual place." Nicholas says."Copy that."The line goes dead.I shower quickly and dress in neutral colors—gray slacks, navy button-down. Nothing that draws attention. The "usual place" is a bench in Rock Creek Park, isolated enough for privacy but public enough to seem normal We've used it for dead drops and briefings for the past two years.Nicholas is already there when I arrive, feeding the ducks with stale bread he probably bought specifically for cover. "Walk with me," he says without looking up.I fall into step beside him, and we move along the path away from other early morning joggers and dog walkers. For the first few minutes, neither of us speaks. This is standard protocol—sweep for surveillance, ensure we're not being fo
OliviaI wake up wrapped in warmth and the scent of Leonard's cologne still clinging to my sheets. My hand reaches across the bed automatically, searching for him, but finds only cool cotton. He's gone.For a moment, panic floods through me—did he leave? Did last night mean nothing to him? But then I hear the distant sounds of movement from the kitchen, the clink of dishes, and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.He stayed.Sunlight filters through my curtains, and I lie there for a moment, letting the memories of last night wash over me. The way he held me while I cried. The way he looked at me before he kissed me. The way he made love to me like I was something precious, something worth cherishing.The way he made me feel safe for the first time since Emma destroyed everything.Emma. The thought of her still hurts, a sharp ache in my chest that I don't think will fade anytime soon. My best friend since childhood, and she hated me. She was in love with Leonard and plotted
LeoI stand, lifting her with me, and her legs wrap around my waist. She directs me down the hallway to her bedroom, and I'm grateful it's not the first time I've been in her house because I'm not sure I could focus enough to find it on my own. Every step reminds me of how perfectly she fits against me, how right this feels despite everything that says it shouldn't.In her room, I set her down gently beside the bed. The last rays of sunset filter through her curtains, painting everything in soft gold. For a moment, we just look at each other, and I see the question in her eyes. I kiss her again, slower this time, trying to pour everything I can't say into it. My hands, clumsy with the bandages, fumble with the buttons of her blouse. She helps me, and soon it falls to the floor, followed by my own shirt.We move together with an urgency that surprises me.I slide fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her underwear. She gasps into my mouth as I cup her pussy. She's all wet for m
Leo"Maybe," I take a step closer to her, my bandaged hands trembling. "I am crazily into you, Liv!"The words hang in the air between us, raw and exposed in a way I've never allowed myself to be. Olivia stares at me, her tear-stained face a mixture of shock and exhaustion, and I wonder if I've just made the biggest mistake of my life."Leonard, I can't—" Her voice breaks, and suddenly she's crying again, her whole body shaking with the force of it.I don't think. I just move, closing the distance between us and pulling her into my arms. She collapses against my chest, her fingers clutching my shirt like I'm the only solid thing in a world that's spinning out of control. The bandages on my hands make it awkward, but I hold her as tightly as I can, one hand on her back, the other cradling her head."I've got you," I murmur into her hair. "I've got you, Liv."She sobs harder, and I feel the wetness of her tears seeping through my shirt. I don't care. I just hold her, letting her break a







