Ash: Do you make/like nests?Ash: Oh, My dogAsh: You don't like to play fetch??Olivia: To replyAsh: YesOlivia: Yes, I make and like nestsOlivia: I'd bite the hand throwingAsh: You actually repliedAsh: I assumed that much when you said you won't get the stick for me if I asked youAsh: I'm sorry you can tell me to shut up if it's too invasive, but how do you go about making a nest?Ash: Is this something you only do in your animal form?Olivia: It depends on my mood, I guessOlivia: Sometimes I do nesting in Wolf form, other times in the human formOlivia: But either way, for both, it is just me grabbing blankets, clothes, and soft pillows I like and arranging them somewhereAsh: OhhAsh: Do you have specific places where you nest?Ash: And is it just about the fabrics or also the smells?Olivia: Again, it dependsOlivia: It can be on my bed, couch, the corner of a room, or sometimes in the bathtub, but it's really rareOlivia: And yes, scents are important too.Olivia: They hav
"He is the one who made Olivia's sick leave," Asher mutter silently. Steve plays with his fingers before starting. "About that..." he trails. When Asher looks at him, he continues, "another thing came up. But I don't think I should be the one telling you since it concerns Olivia." Asher straightens up at that. "I found out while searching for the doctor," Steve says softly. "She has a meeting with her boss today," Asher informs Steve. "Yeah, I can assume she does," Steve nods. "Is it bad?" Asher asks, his voice void of any emotion. "I don't think the meeting went well at all, even less considering Olivia's temper..." Steve voices his concerns. Asher opens his phone and closes it back when he sees no new notifications. "She hasn't texted me yet," he says to Steve. Steve looks at his boss and offers, "I can trace her phone if you want. It wouldn't take me long." Asher shakes his head. "I'll try to contact her first. Tell the others about the doctor's disappearance and see if the
Olivia nearly challenges Asher but backtracks at the last text, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard as she stares at the demand. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, her features knitted, and she blows out a disgruntled sigh as she makes her way to her bedroom.Another element that aids her in her decision, and tames down her flaring defiance, is the Damocles sword hanging above her head in the form of her pastries being taken away from her.Olivia is aware that she had it coming, considering the mob boss' personality and how their first fight went. She also knows that, aside from the pastries, Asher does not have a wide range of possible retribution for Olivia's unruly and coarse conduct.She understands that.However, it does not stop her from pursing her lips as she lowers herself to sit on her knees above the pillow, mumbling to herself about annoying mob bosses.Olivia shifts around for a moment to find a comfortable position as she faces the bay window leading to her
Asher knocks on the door, his brows furrowed. The door opens, revealing a sleepy Paul in his pajamas. Paul rubs his eyes, unsure if he is seeing correctly or not. When the scene in front of him doesn’t change, he looks t Asher surprised and opens a full door to let him in.Asher is someone who never comes to anyone. Even when he was in distress, he would call or text and never visit him.But now, here he stands. This had Paul think about what exactly had happened for him to take this step.“What happened, Ashy,” Paul asks softly when they both settle in his bed.“Paul, I shouldn't like it this much. I don't know why I do,” Asher huffs into the mattress where he is covering his face. “I need to take my distance from Olivia.” “Why should you?” Paul asks, bewildered.“Because I like what’s happening between us too much. It's making me feel so weird,” Asher admits. “There is this plummet in my chest sometimes, and it scratches, and then she said that before heading to bed, and it was so…
Is he flirting? is the thought that runs through her mind, but she laughs at her own thought because why would Asher flirt with her, seriously? Olivia: Anyway Olivia: Do you want a photo or not? Ash: Yes, I do Olivia: [Picture attached] Olivia: I'm sorry for yesterday. Mob Boss Ash Olivia: I hope my cute-hot-ness helps you forgive me Asher coos at the picture without worrying about his surroundings. "God, she is so cute" Everyone in the dining hall gap at him when he says it aloud. Steve, who was sitting at Asher’s left end of the table, takes a secret video of him smiling, swooning at something on his phone for future use. He has an inkling about what it might be. Just to confirm it, he sends the video to the person in his head. SL: [Video attached] Olivia: What is that? Olivia: Wait Olivia: Is that your home??? SL: Yes, but it stays between us Olivia: And mob boss Ash stays with you all? SL: Yes Olivia: Who is she? Olivia: Whom does he find cute? SL: Did you send hi
Ash: I'm fairly certain I doOlivia: How about a game?Olivia: If you guess right, I give you something, and if not, the oppositeAsh: DealOlivia: You can only ask one questionAsh: One??Ash: Sounds unfairOlivia: Too bad Mob Boss AshAsh: Fine, fineOlivia: Ask awayAsh: Do you want pastries?Olivia: HOW THE F*CKAsh: WhatOlivia: HOWAsh: ???Ash: I thought it was obvious you wanted that?Olivia: NO, IT IS NOT??Ash: It is pretty obviousOlivia: No, it's notOlivia: ...Olivia: Or is it...Olivia: Your stupidity is rubbing off on meAsh: At least it's just my stupidityOlivia: What the f*ckAsh: I didn't mean it the way it soundedOlivia: Did you really not, huhAsh: I won. By the wayOlivia: You are changing the subjectAsh: YesAsh: I wonAsh: Give me my rewardOlivia: Oh, how the turns have tabledAsh: That's not what the saying isOlivia: You have been a good boy, so you do deserve your rewardOlivia: What does Ashybear want?Ash: You exhaust meOlivia: Name your priceAsh: Yo
Olivia: Good Morning, Mob Boss AshOlivia: Have you ever killed someone?Ash: It's seven in the morning, OliviaOlivia: I know?Olivia: I said Good MorningAsh: How did you end up typing that questionOlivia: Well, I was brushing my teeth, and I was wonderingOlivia: If you could kill someone with a toothbrushOlivia: And lead me to if you have ever killed someoneOlivia: Fairly simpleAsh: Of course, you wondered thatOlivia: ExactlyOlivia: So?Ash: I haveOlivia: Do you feel remorse about it?Ash: For a few, yes. For most, no, not at allOlivia: Fair enoughAsh: Fair enough?Ash: That's all you have to say?Olivia: I'm guessing you don't kill for the fun of it in some sort of psychopath way, so yeah, fair enoughOlivia: It's not like you kill 'innocent' people, right?Olivia: 'Innocent' because is anyone ever really innocentAsh: I have never killed for fun or innocent peopleAsh: As far as I know, for that last pointOlivia: I'm suddenly realizing this isn’t a very morning-appropr
“Sh*t.”“Can I let them in already or not? It’s been five minutes,” Mia notes as though Olivia had not been counting the seconds since she received the mob boss’ texts.“I can’t escape from this, can I?” Olivia asks herself as she paces back and forth, ignoring her friend’s reply. “It’d be rude to tell them to leave now that they’ve come all the way down here, and you’ve raised me better than that.”“Exactly.” Without any further ado, Mia swings the door open at the same time Olivia’s head snaps to the entrance.“Hey! Sorry for the wait. Come in.” Mia’s smile is evident in her voice, her usual joy contagious ricocheting against Olivia’s apprehension.Steve is the first one to enter, followed by Paul, the two bearing wide smiles that Olivia mirrors, albeit more shakily and uncertain.Then, Olivia sees him, and her anxiety veers into an irritation that has Olivia stomping forward, brushing past the small group; Walter and Adam are absent. She halts at the door frame, glaring ahead at th