Epilogue
Olivia POV
My swollen belly moves like something out of Alien as the twins move in tandem. I have 6 weeks to go and I cannot wait to get these babies out of me. My swollen feet and aching back agree with me. Connor has been incredible as always, giving me back and foot rubs when he can tell I am uncomfortable but even he doesn’t have the power to stop this heat.
We are 8 days into the hottest heat wave on record and trust me to be heavily pregnant in this hellfire. The fan in front of me is doing nothing to stop the sweat from making my body glisten. I am in a breastfeeding bra and short shorts and I still feel like I am wearing too much.
“Bethany, it’s time to get out of the bath. D
She nibbles on my earlobe and it feels like heaven. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this intimate with anyone. I can feel her weight on top of me and she smells of…...dog?! I open my eyes to see that Roxy is licking my ear. She wants a walk. She does this every morning but this is the first time I’ve had a dream to accompany the wake up call. I really need to find a way to rid myself of all this pent up energy. In all honesty I feel a little pathetic as I sit up, the duvet sliding down to my waist as I stroke her soft head. Roxie is my 3 year old German Shepherd and I am not ashamed to say that she is my best friend. This girl has seen me through some fucking hard times and I don’t know how I would have made it through the other side without her. I love her to pieces. “Okay girl I’m getting up now.” I respond as she perks up her ears and tilts her head to the side. You know that way dogs
Olivia's POV “Going up” The elevator voice sang. I was running late and I hate being late. My hot water had decided to desert me so I’d spent twenty minutes trying to fix the boiler before calling an engineer this morning. I’m going to have to ask my new boss for the afternoon off on his first day which was already filling me with anxiety without adding my lack of punctuality into the mix. Normally my morning run helped ease my nerves when I’m stressed especially when Mr. drop dead gorgeous and his German Shepherd are at the park. With his curly mahogany locks and chiseled features, he looked like a Greek god. He was wearing a baseball cap this morning but that just made him look ruggedly handsome with his 5 o’clock shadow. People enter and leave the elevator which is adding to my lateness. We were currently on level seven and I’ve got to get to level twelve. I hope my new boss is a decent human unlike my
Connor’s POV Seeing her this close is like a revelation. She is beautiful. Not even in an understated way. She is fucking stunning. I had a moment in the kitchen when I just wanted to slam her into a wall and kiss those plump, pouty lips of hers. Fuck, I wish I could but I can’t. I am now technically her boss. We need to have a healthy professional relationship. I make myself a promise to glance but not touch. Secret glances. Just to admire her. I need to control myself. A knock at the door drags me from thoughts of her and I move from behind my desk to answer it. As I suspected it’s Al. “Well if it isn't Mr. work my way to the top!” he beams as he pulls me in for a bro hug. “Come on in! Olivia can you come in about an hour so we can run through today's schedule?” She nods to confirm and I turn my
Connor POV Hearing my name come out of her perfect mouth send shivers and all the blood downwards. I hand her my personal business card as she leaves my office. Her delectable scent lingers and I take a deep breath. I look through the schedule she has left me for the remainder of the day and she has organised it from most important to least leaving a post it note on top in her beautiful handwriting stating the reason for doing so is in case the important meetings run over. She is smart, and sexy and charming and everything I imagined her to be when I saw her at the park everyday. Do I dare to imagine? Half an hour passes and my phone dings. O: Connor, I didn't have time to pop my head in because the engineer had already arrived to fix my boiler.
Bethany POV I wake in a hospital room. This confirms my fear. I’m getting worse. My body confirmed what my brain was telling me as I tried to lift myself up the bed. I coughed and struggled to catch my breath as my beautiful Livvy walked in the door followed by Ally. Ally was Livvy’s person and in this moment I am glad that she had someone to help her be strong. I am tired of being strong. Growing up in poverty you grow up fast. You learn to adapt. You learn not to rely on paychecks or government handouts. They can be cut off at any point. I went to work at the age of 16 and my money was never mine. I put food in our scarcely full bellies. My mother became sick when I was 18 and my father decided watching her die was too difficult
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