FAZER LOGIN~ Camilla's Pov ~ The ride home was not the usual kind of silent ride I have with Travis. He sat closer I could feel the heat radiating off him, my hands in his. We said nothing, but the tension was loud in the air as his thumb drew circles over my hand. It was weird at first, but seeing how lost he was, staring out of the window, it seemed like he was trying to soothe himself, so I let him. I yawned in exhaustion as the event of the night was quite it. Margaret kept introducing tons of men to Travis, and business talks kept going till my heels hurt from standing too long. I bet he noticed how I moved from foot to foot. His eyes rested on me for a while before he interrupted the man he was speaking with. "My wife is exhausted for tonight. We will continue this discussion another time." The man chuckled nervously and blinked a few times. "Apologies Mrs. Walker, I wouldn't mind having a proper meeting with you, Sir." He stretched his hands for a handshake, which Travis took
Olivia's POV I closed the door behind me and rested my back against it, a small smile still plastered to my face. I could still feel the heat across my face, recalling my conversation with the stranger downstairs. "I'm Steve Hobbs." He grinned knowingly while my eyes went wide in surprise. The same Steve Hobbs I knew! Not in my wildest dreams did I expect to meet Steve at Mrs Lewis' party, then I realised, all along, he had looked so familiar. "Oh my god!" I stared at him, almost speechless, while he just continued grinning. "Judging by how stunned you are, I'm guessing you're a huge fan." "Of course I am," I tugged my hair behind my ear and adjusted my dress. "How could I not recognise you?" "Well, you had so much on your mind tonight." He shrugged, a small smile still plastered to his face. "You played my favourite song. Your hit song!" I almost squealed.He let out a small laugh, "It's nice meeting you, Ms Olivia of Young Steel." "Do you know me?" "I doubt anyo
~ Olivia's POV ~We sat on a bench together. I was draped in his jacket, staring into the space while he played his guitar. The stranger with the glasses whose name I didn't know took me out of the party in his car to a park. It was late night already, there weren't many people except for a few couples sitting a bench or two away. I was lost in my own world until the strings began to sound familiar. It was one of my favorite songs; I slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, humming as his fingers stroked the strings perfectly, like they belonged there. For some odd reason, he looked familiar but I couldn't figure where I had met him before. He opened his eyes and caught me staring, but I looked away, feeling heat spread across my face. I was thankful it was pretty dark, else I'd be more embarrassed. My phone rang loudly, coming to the rescue, but my heart raced as I stared at the image on my screen, contemplating whether to answer the call or not.
~ Olivia's POV ~ "What do you think you're doing?" I yell as soon as we got out of sight. Leila yanked her hands away from mine. "You don't get to touch me like that, you bitch." "What did you just call me?!" "You heard me. And I'll say it one more time — it's so good to see you riled up because I accidentally bumped into your friend." "That was on purpose. I fucking know you!" "I'm glad you do...since you can't get the job done I did it myself in one night." "You don't deserve her friendship after ruining her life and sleeping with the man." My face stung from the slap that landed on my cheeks the moment the words flew out of my mouth. "Don't you ever call George her man." She snarled. "He was mine from the very beginning till she snatched him away from me. And I didn't ruin her life, she's in a better place now which is supposed to be mine." I held my face as my eyes were laced with tears, I dare not do anything, else I'd be homeless with nothing in no time. "You
~ Travis's POV ~ I walked away from the buzzing music and the grass field filled with people and laughter, into Margaret's plant garden. The evening breeze soothed my mind as the tips of my fingers brushed the flowers while I walked. I let out a sigh as I stared into the sky, filled with so much and yet nothingness—just like myself. Beatrice’s words kept circling in my head. 'Quite the tragedy, what happened to her, wasn’t it?' If only She knew— or maybe she did. Beatrice couldn’t have known how deep that wound ran… unless someone told her. The thought tightened my chest. Whatever reason she had to bring that up, she’d touched something sacred. It was obvious she knew something, she had mentioned my mother alone. She knew who my real mother was. I never got the chance to know her. Not a single picture was left untouched, my father never talked about her and I was forbidden to, till she was buried deep down in our heart. Worse of all, I could hardly remember her face, ev
~ Travis's POV ~ "Mr. Walker, so good to see you here!" I turned around to see one of the board members, Adrian."Of course." I replied sharply, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "I see you're enchanted by your wife's beauty," he said with his eye lustfully trailing after her. "I do not appreciate you bringing my wife up in any case, as it may be." I snarled He chuckled awkwardly. "Never thought you'd be a lover boy."I raised a brow at his offensive compliment. "I do clearly understand you Sir." He bowed slightly. "There he is," Margaret said as she approached me with a young lady in green dress, with heavy dark make up which made her quite scary and fascinating at the same time. "I'd like for you to meet, Ms. Wakefield." Her grin wide as if she was about to introduce her daughter to an intending man for marriage. I scoffed at the sight might be one of her numerous business partners. "Good to see you Sir, I'm Beatrice, the Westlake heiress." "It's a p







