Chapter 21

David's POV

For the next five months, I felt so empty. As soon as I got back to London, I never got proper sleep. I was always dreaming of Olivia and my son. I had five big portraits of Olivia and our son around my office wall. I had a number of photo frames of them at my penthouse.

There was never a day I missed calling her. Before my day started and ended, I always called her on the phone or in Skype.

Olivia had been avoiding my calls. Sometimes when she picked up, we only talked for two minutes maximum and she was always the first hanging up.

All I wanted was to kiss her and let her know I loved her, but I was always messing things up.

Most of the time I slept in my office because I never liked the feeling of going to my penthouse alone. Olivia is my home. She is my life.

I never got the chance to travel back. My schedules were tight, France was monitoring me and I never even got the chance to go out with my friends as they had been insisting. All I want was to be with Olivia and o