LOGINOLIVE BECKETT Easton raised my hand to his lips and placed a kiss on all my fingers, staring into my eyes as he did so. He paid a little more attention to the ring finger and I ate up the attention.It was a heady feeling being the center of his attention and I loved it.A quiet cough made him look away and I tried not to be annoyed at the waiter.“Your order is ready,” he said. His cheeks flushed. His hands didn't shake as he placed the bowls of delight in front of us.“Thank you.”He nodded and walked away quickly.“I think we scared him away,” I said with a laugh.Easton chuckled, his thumb caressing my fingers.“You're not going to return my hand back to me, are you?” I teased.“Nope,” he grinned. “Not until we're done with our ice cream. I enjoy having your hand in mine.”Me too.“Alright.” I smiled at him then took a scoop of my ice cream.It melted perfectly on my tongue, the crunchy bits were sweet and added to the overall creamy feel.I moaned and had another scoop. Another
EASTON CARTER I rang the doorbell, the pressure in my gut increasing with every passing moment. Shifting on my feet, I tried to shake off the bout of nervousness that was trying to overcome me.The door swung open. “I didn't…oh hi!!” Jess blinked at me. “Olive isn't home yet, she's still at the hospital.”“Yeah, I know that. I was hoping to speak to you actually.”Her brow went up. “Okay? Is everything okay with Olive? I didn't get a call or anything like that.”“She's fine. There's nothing to worry about.”“Alright,” she stepped back, the unsure look still clear on her face. “You can come in.”“Thanks.”“Do you want anything to drink? There's soda and wine…it's never too early to drink in my opinion.”I smirked, her casualness with my obviously strange visit put me at ease. “No, I'm good. I came here to ask for your blessings.”She stared at me for a moment, then a slow pleased smile spread on her face. “My blessings?”“Yes. I'm beginning to fall in love with Olive. She's the best p
OLIVE BECKETTI felt Easton stiffen before he pulled away.No!! Why did Jess have to come back now? Things were just getting good.“Olive?!” She called sounding closer.“Hide,” I whispered and feeling bold, I leaned forward to peck him one last time. He flashed a grin at me before rolling off me, taking his delicious warmth and weight with him.“Do weddings usually take this long?” Jess murmured loudly.I know Jess would probably be too excited if she sees Easton around...I just don't want her to see him. It would only make her think we are really dating, and probably fucking now? I rushed to the door and opened it slightly before she could.“Oh!” She blinked at me. “Why didn't you answer if you were around?”“I was…on the phone. I can't exactly scream a reply when I'm on a call.”“Alright. How was the wedding?” She asked, stepping forward.I didn't budge from my position.“Okay? You don't wanna to come in?”“What? Why would you think that?” I asked, still not moving from the door.“
EASTON CARTERToday was Ethan and Summer’s wedding. Usually, I would've thrown and not bothered to attend but now it is different. I was happy…for Summer. Don't get me wrong, I hate my brother and I still think he's a pussy but Summer has been an amazing friend and I have to be there for her. It was the wedding of the city. Everyone carried this story; the people, news houses, you name it. ‘First son of the Carter Group - Ethan Carter is getting married to his sweetheart Summer Cole.’ It was in the headlines and I stood out to support my family.Olive sighed quietly beside me as the bride walked in. “What's wrong?” I asked in a tone loud enough for her to hear me above the song being played.“Nothing. Summer just looks really beautiful.” A small smile splayed on her lips.I glanced briefly at the bride in question. Summer was stunning. She was positively glowing with her eyes fixed on my brother.“She is. My brother doesn't deserve her.”I meant it. She was too good for him but he
OLIVE BECKETT A nice dinner out. Good champagne, a handsome gentleman, and flowers? Tonight was shaping up to be one of my favorite nights ever.Easton ate, and we both chatted as we dined.“Thank you,” I said when we were done. He looked at me, confused.“Thank you? For what?”“For showing up for me and celebrating with me. For being here and for being you.”“Olive, you don't have to thank me. I will always be here for you, no matter what.”I smiled and took a sip of water.“I thought you had a long day. Didn't know you would show up for the date.”“I try to keep my promises.”“Is that so?”“Yeah…”I giggled and sighed, looking anywhere but at him. I picked up my phone, pretending to scroll through it. It felt like he wanted to say something else but didn't—and I'd hate to say it, but if he shut up about it, I wouldn't be able to think straight.“Spit it out,” I said.“What?”“You want to say something. Spit it out; don't hide it from me.”“I just…there's just something on my mind.
OLIVE BECKETT Bad hangovers and work days don't mix. It's like trying to mix oil with water. I didn't think I drank a lot the night before we flew back home.I thought I would get at least a day to rest until I remembered it was a work day. Luckily, Easton dropped me off at work in time.“So, how did it feel?” Cici asked for the thousandth time this morning.“Cici, aren't you tired of asking that?”“Oh, come on! I saw the news—everyone did! He kissed you in front of thousands of people and told Boston that you are his girl.”“I was there, remember? We are dating already…it's not a big deal.”“And you're telling me you both didn't smash that night?”I wish.“We didn't.”He didn't even look at me. All I know is I woke up with a bad-as-fuck hangover, and I am not one to drink.Nurse Damian walked up to us, a file in her hand. She had a huge smile on her face, one of her best.“Hey, boss is looking for you. He said to meet him in his office.”I stood confused, narrowing my eyes at her.“
OLIVE BECKETT I am scared of heights, yet here I am boarding a plane to Jersey because of a man. Because of my fake fiancé, might I add.This is stupid, which is what I've been saying for the past two hours.I called in sick at work, lied to my fucking boss, and pressured Ronnie to book a flight t
Olive’s POVHow could he?My hand stung from the slap but not as much as my eyes. I wiped my tears angrily, not that it changed anything, they still kept falling.After worrying and pacing, I get hurtful words in return.–maybe you're just not the better option…I blinked trying to see the stairs p
EASTON CARTER What the fuck was he doing here?“Ah, I didn't think you would come. I thought you were hiding out here.”What did he mean?“What do you mean?”He pointed at the men Coach and Ronnie were chatting with.“I came for business. Of course, you wouldn't understand what that means since al
EASTON CARTERI fucking hate hangovers. The painkillers should work, sure, but today was important. Last night, my team had scheduled a modeling session with a fashion brand—here in Jersey.I got out of the bathroom, took out a good pair of clothes, and put them on. My phone was pinging with notifi







