OLIVIAI haven't thought of Aiden since I left him at my house. He has not crossed my mind since I got to Elite Palace. He has not even entered my thoughts since I started my date with Nathan. But now, Aiden's name has made his way into my mind. He is back in my head, all thanks to the silly mistake in his text. Why on earth would he make such a blunder? Is he crazy? How would he get my name mixed up with someone else's name? Has he lost his eyesight or what? I am getting angrier and angrier as I think about Aiden's text. It is starting to get under the skin and I am not sure if I am overreacting. What the heck is wrong with me?Okay, the deep brown eyed devil made such a huge mistake. He literally sent a text that I should come over to his house, then said it was intended for someone else. That means he is inviting someone over to his house. Do I care? No, I don't fucking care. Then, why am I getting so worked up? Why do I have the urge to go over to his house and smack him s
OLIVIA“ Spill the tea. I want tea. Tell me every fucking thing, and make it snappy,” Ashley whispers loudly, drawing the attention of a few nearby students.I gave her a look, hoping she would get the message that she needs to lower her voices. I glance around the classroom and see that most of the other students are busy with their work, and a few are looking our way. “ Quiet down, will you?” I say. “ I will tell you, but you need to keep your voice down.”“ Oh, fine,” Ashley huffs. “ But, you have to tell me every little detail! You have to tell me everything that happened between you and Nathan. Give me the whole rundown on your date!” I take a deep breath. I am in too deep. I know there is no turning back now. I have to tell Ashley everything or she would never let me hear the end of it. In fact, she is more excited about my date than I am. The only thing I can hope for is that our lecturer would work in and put a stop to our conversation. That does not mean I won't tell her
OLIVIAShould I curse him before answering his question about where I am?To be honest, I feel like Aiden deserves a piece of my mind for everything he has been doing to mess with my head. Even if he does not realize it, he is still to blame.I read his message again, a smile spreading across my face.I was really lying to myself when I insulted him and said he deserved to be cursed. Just look at me, grinning like an idiot just because of him.I am a goner for the guy with the deep brown eyes.Should I text him back now, or wait another five minutes? Would it look desperate if I replied immediately? Or would he think that I don't care if I wait too long to respond?Forget it. What is the point of playing these games? We are long past that. Besides, we are not even dating or anything. He is just here to fulfill my fantasies, right? And to make my sexual dreams come true.I should not forget that he is also my sister's best friend. He is someone who should be off limits, but I crossed t
OLIVIA“ If you think we should talk, then say something,” I say. I fold my arms over my chest. I wait for him to speak, but he is silent for several minutes, just staring at me with a gaze that drills into me. “ Aiden?” I call his name, unable to hold it in any longer. I feel the urge to break eye contact, but I resist. His gaze is so intense that it is making me feel weak in the knees. But, I can't let him know that he is getting to me. But, who am I fooling? I am sure Aiden knows the effect he has on me. I swallow, my throat suddenly dry."This is the sort of thing you do that drives me nuts," I state. "You tell me you want to talk, then you just stand there in silence. I think it is a habit for you."Aiden places his hand on my waist, tugging me closer to him, before letting it go again. Why did he take his hand away? I want him to put it back, but I can't bring myself to ask, not when I am angry with him."How am I supposed to talk or even think about what to say when you a
OLIVIAI heave a sigh of relief and I turn off the car engine. I have finally made it home. Now, I just need to figure out what has happened that my sister texted me like that, all caps and an exclamation mark. Something is definitely up. Before I step out of the car, I remember something. I have to text Aiden. He had asked me to let him know when I got home. I pull my phone from my bag and scroll through my messages to find Aiden's name.As soon as I find his name, I begin typing a message."Hey," I type. "I am home. How are you?"I pause, wondering if I should even be asking him that. But I hit “send” anyway.I swallow a lump down my throat. Should I wait for a text back or what? "Oh, Aiden," I mutter to myself.I nibble on my bottom lip, remembering the kiss we had shared. It kills me that we have to end our conversation because of my sister's text. "I've got a lot on my mind," Aiden's words flash in my memory. What is going on with him? There is always something botherin
OLIVIAMy heart pounds in my chest. Oh God, I hope it is not what I am thinking. I really hope that what Sarah had heard about me and Aiden is not what is on my mind.I don't want to have another fight with my sister. I know we would end up fighting, but I can't deal with it right now. I am too worn out to engage in a long conversation. Oh God, I hope it is not what I am afraid it is. “ Did you even hear what I said?” Sarah asks, snapping me out of my train of thoughts. I bite my tongue to stop myself from rolling my eyes. What is the point of asking me that now?I am already in a panic over what she had said, and now she is asking if I had heard her. Sometimes, Sarah does things that make you want to smack her. I take a deep breath, then let it out slowly. I can't let on that I am already freaking out. If I act like I am panicking, it will confirm whatever it is that Sarah had heard, even though I really hope that it is not what I am thinking. “ Yes, I heard you,” I say. “ Wh
AIDENI step into the building, taking in the cracked floors and faded floors. The place looks old and deserted, as if it has been abandoned for years. It does not seem like this kind of place would exist in this city - it is too civilized for that. But, isn't it true that every city has a dark side? Just like every beautiful person has a dark side to them. Is that really true, though? Does every beautiful person really have a dark side? Does Olivia? She is beautiful and pure, and it is hard to imagine her having any darkness within her. Fuck me. I should not be thinking about her now. This is no time to be distracted.I look around the building, noting the many rooms. It is like something out of a soap opera, the kind of soap opera that is about family drama, with enough bedrooms to accommodate an entire family. This building will make a great place to live, if it is not so run down and old. But, how has Marcel discovered this place? It is in the middle of nowhere, far from the
OLIVIAMy eyes slowly open, the bright sunlight streaming into my room. “Argh!” I mutter as I get up from the bed. I lean back against the headboard, feeling weak. I wonder what I had done to make my body ache like this. Yesterday had been such a long day. I drag myself up from the bed and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the tap and splash some cold water on my face, which feels refreshing. I decide to brush my teeth, too. When I finished, I walk back into my room. I take a deep breath. It is the weekend. I am not sure what to do. I don't have to go to work if I don't want to. I have told Mirabel about my schedule for these days, so I will get paid only when I come to work. I think that is better, as I can use this time to gather my thoughts and remain calm. My stomach grumbles, making such a long noise. That is what I get for skipping dinner last night. I didn't skip it on purpose though, but it was the best thing to do, since there was tension between my sister and me.