Connor POV
When I heard Olivia crying on the phone my heart stopped. I had to get to her. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t stand hearing her like that.
I didn’t want to leave the hospital and did so reluctantly and only because she was with her friend. Ally Malloch seemed like someone I could get on with. Feisty but a fierce friend. Someone who Olivia can depend on.
I made my way home again and Roxie was there by the door when I walked in. This dog is an angel. I plonked myself on the sofa and she came up and snuggled in. I put the television on just to have some background noise and mindlessly stroked her head.
My mind was filled with thoughts of Olivia. Her beautiful face. Her emerald eyes that feel like they stare into your soul a
Olivia POV My alarm goes off at 9am. It’s Saturday morning and the day of the fundraiser. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Yesterday had gone relatively smoothly. Between Mr. Williams Sr being there all day and a full schedule, I didn’t need to explain or go into the events of the day before. Thank. God. Mum is stable and I am seeing her tomorrow morning so I plan on spending my day today preparing myself for it. I don't just mean physically, although I have hired Ally’s services for the day, I need to prepare mentally as well. Keeping my attraction to Connor to a minimum and being strictly professional is my mission for the evening. I’m sexually attracted to my boss. There I said it. I would usually go for a run to clear my head but I’m terrified of
Connor POV I’m sat in the back of the Bentley with Neil driving. My mind isn’t on the evening as a whole; it's on a certain personal assistant. When I received a call this morning I wasn’t expecting to speak to Ally. True to my first impression of them, they have Olivia’s best interest at heart. After seeing what Olivia had planned to wear, Ally made the executive decision to veto it and contacted me to acquire a dress. I already had one in mind and made the arrangements to have it delivered to her home this afternoon. We quickly arrive at Olivia’s residence and I wait outside the car with the door open ready for her arrival. What I didn’t expect was the astonishing goddess that was descending the stairs. Her hair is pinned back and the soft curls are flowing down her bare back like small waves against the beach as she walk
Olivia’s POV I must admit he looks as good as I had imagined. His hair is tousled in a delicious way and his eyes as always are bright and filled with mischeif. Our close proximity in the car was all encompassing. He smells so good. I just want to breathe him in. When he kissed the back of my hand I knew I was in trouble. His lips were so soft. I just want them on mine. Woah Liv. This is work, although deep down I wish it wasn’t. I can't entertain this idea. Focus. Growing up the way I did, I never thought that I would have to deal with the media but here I am having my picture taken while they shout at me for my name. I feel something on my head and realise Connor has kissed my hair just as the photo was taken. Well that is not the impression I wanted to start with.
Connor POV I bring my focus back to the table and Alexander is looking at me expectantly. I lift my brow at him confused by his choices this evening. Obviously sensing my curiosity he starts up a conversation in the worst way possible. “Con, this better just be a booty call situation. Olivia as a date, really? She’s hot don’t get me wrong, I mean I totally would but date to a business event hot? No.” Alexander arches a brow back at me with the most smug smirk on his face. Best friend or not I just want to punch that look straight off his face. I don’t even know if I still class him as a friend at this point. I just don’t understand why he has changed so much. “Don’t really think you are in a position to talk about who is bringing whom as a date Al. Daisy? Really?
Olivia POV I feel my strength leave me once we are in the safety of the car. My tears run freely as I feel my body shudder with sobs. I am so weak. In this moment I feel broken. Daisy broke me. She is vile. I try not to use the word but I hate her. She purposefully targeted me this evening and it was for no other reason than spite. Connor seems to think it is jealousy but I don’t understand why. What does she have to be jealous about. I am just an employee, a personal assistant. I’m not part of the elite and after today I don’t want to be. I feel something loosen around my body and I realise it is my seatbelt. Confusion fills me when Connor lifts me onto his lap. I should be uncomfortable. I should resist. He is my boss. That and the fact I have been ugly crying for the past half an hour I know my face is a mess and he is well. H
Connor POV AUTHOR NOTE Some topics in this chapter may be quite triggering. Anyone with issues with emotional/mental abuse as well as sexual assault please feel free to skip this chapter. They are personal to me and I identify closely with Olivia’s character. Please no hate, only love. Yours Jade <3 I can’t believe my luck. Olivia is more than I ever could have wanted. Not only is she professional, beautiful and easy going, she is also a total nerd. Fuck she is perfect. I lay her down on my bed and find myself staring at her sleeping frame. Don’t be a creep
Olivia POV Wow, okay so last night did not go down as I thought it would. Don’t get me wrong Connor has been an absolute gent and I know our relationship will now be more than personal assistant and boss but as I lay here with my head on his chest listening to his soft snores I can’t bring myself to regret anything. Right now I feel safer than I have felt since I was a child. I smile to myself when I think about how much lighter I feel. I have never opened up about my story to anyone but Ally and after revealing it to Connor I feel relieved. I think about what I am going to do today when I feel Connor stirring. “Good morning angel.” Okay my heart is souring. “Good morning yourself.” I gi
Neil POVI enjoy my job. Mr. Williams is an easy charge. He is sensible, he is careful and he is predictable. In the beginning I was available every day but given that Mr. Williams rarely left the apartment on a Sunday he gave me that day off.It gave me a chance to meet with old forces friends from my days in the Marines. Reminiscing about old missions we were allowed to discuss, exchanging life stories of what we are up to now, dreaming of what eventual retirement might look like. Most of us took up roles in some form of security.We were discussing a particularly hairraising mission when I got the phone call.“Got to go lads. Mr. Williams' personal assistant has gone home to well… a wreck. Tota