로그인EASTON CARTER I glared at the suitcase one last time before ringing the god-damned doorbell. It wasn't the suitcase’s fault or the money inside but, it was very much the fault of the people I was about to meet that I was in a bad mood this morning.The door opened and Bobby grimaced the moment he laid eyes on me. He tried to do a pathetic smile but neither his face nor I were buying it.“Easton, good morning. What brought you all the way here this early?”I was even surprised he opened the door. It was still dark and I wanted to get this over with, I also didn't want anybody taking pictures of me in front of these greedy people's house.Yesterday, Olive and I were lucky. I didn't want to push that luck.“Move. I have a few things to say to your family.”He frowned, “Easton, it's really early and everyone is asleep. You can come back…”“I'm guessing you're not a mad person Robert,” I interrupted again, enjoying the annoyed twitch of his lips. “Are you trying to tell me you were smilin
EASTON CARTER The wretched look on Olive's face propelled me forward and I yanked the envelope from the woman's hand.“What the fuck?!”“Hey man…”Behind me, Olive let out a terrified sound that I've never heard from her before. I ignored the strange woman's outstretched hand and gently took Olive's wrist.Her chest was heaving from her quick breaths, her eyes wide and unfocused as me glanced at me then the people behind me.She was panicking. I needed to get her out of here fast.I led her forward, putting some distance between us and them, their shocked gaze was piercing into my back.Olive was still hyperventilating, I wasn't sure if she could walk in this condition so I did the only thing that entered my mind, I carried her into my arms.She screamed, the shock jerking her out of panic mode.“Easton,” Bobby called as I started leaving. “Wait up man.”I ignored him.“Easton!!” He tried again, his voice still sounding cherry and it grated on my nerves.The car was just some steps a
OLIVE BECKETT It turns out that doing a full payment for a house really consumes funds.I didn't have enough to handle the payment myself. Even though I knew Easton wouldn't raise an eyebrow if I took that amount from his account, I couldn't do it.I was also fully aware that if I gave my mother this money, it won't be the end. She will always demand for more.Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do.You can always come clean to Easton and Jess.I shook my head instead and parked at the front of Jess' house.“Jess?” I called as I walked in. I didn't want to walk into any weird situation, so I just stayed in the living room.She walked out of the kitchen, wrapped in a robe and a face mask on, “Olive? What's going on?”Ah, I must have interrupted her self care day.“Nothing, nothing,” I sat on the couch and she plopped down on the table facing me.“Yeah, try that with someone who doesn't know you. What's wrong?”Fucking best friends and reading me like a book. I forced a fake smil
OLIVE BECKETT I just stood there. Frozen on the spot, my feet unwilling to move forward or backward.Mother's eyes glimmered with triumph. We both knew who was scared of who.“Well? You didn't come all the way here to just stare at me did ya?” She turned and walked, murmuring loud enough for me to hear. “I know as my unfortunate daughter, you always dream of looking like me but staring like a mindless idiot won't help you. Shut the door behind you. Just because you have money now doesn't mean you have to be wasteful. Do you know how much it costs for heating?”I stared at her back and the room looked ridiculously bright compared to the darkness that called my mother's soul home. My heart racing loud enough that I won't be surprised if she could hear it.Swallowing, I did.the only thing that will save me from future harassment and stepped forward. Even though everything in me rebelled against my decision, I walked into the house.The door closed behind me with a startling sense of fi
OLIVE BECKETT It was the weekend.I didn't want to sit around with my thoughts after yesterday but there was nothing to do. The house was already cleaned before I woke up; Easton's cleaners were super proficient.Easton had also gone for his practice. He had been so worried about me last night, ensuring that I was comfortable when we got home. I could see the questions in his eyes but he stayed silent like I was.Last night was…something.I sighed, this can't go on. I was hurting him.Sipping on my milkshake, I looked around the house.Should I just dress up and see where my feet take me?My phone rang just as I had the thought.“Hello.”“Good afternoon Dr Beckett. How are you?”I looked at the caller id and became excited.“I'm good. How are you?”“I'm alright. Can you please come to the house? There's just a few documents you have to sign before…”“Yes!!” I screamed, interrupting her and jumping off my chair. She chuckled. “Alright. I will be waiting.”“Okay. I'll be there soon.”
OLIVE BECKETT Easton's stare was the last straw.“Get out of my office Robert,” I snapped, glaring at him.“Olive!” Easton reproached.Robert stood with a smug smile which made me suppress a shiver from unease. “It's okay. I was already on my way out,” he said to Easton with a polite smile this time.Easton sighed. “Alright, I will walk you out.”“That's really not necessary.”“No, no. It's the least I can do,” he insisted.Robert chuckled, “Alright, I can't say no to you insisting like that.” He turned to me. “Think about what I said sis. I'll keep in touch.”“Just leave.”Even though the door shut behind them, I still couldn't relax.Why was all this happening right now?And Easton, why was he acting like he was good friends with him?!The door opened and Easton walked in with a frown.“Olive, what was that about?”“I should be asking you that,” I snapped.He blinked. “What?”“You don't even know him or what we were talking about and you're taking his side!”“Taking his side? What
OLIVE BECKETT He sent a dress over—champagne red, with an open back and a slit. Jess helped me get ready, styling my hair and doing my makeup.By 8 p.m., his Range Rover slipped into the compound. He shot me a quick text, then knocked at the door. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, my h
OLIVE BECKETT Great. He'd been standing beside her for a while now. I noticed the way he smiled around her.I thought speaking with strangers would help lessen my jealousy, but I was wrong. I moved closer, laughing as I held a drink in hand.My ears itched to hear what he was telling her that made
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 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







