Chapter 5 - When reality hits

Oliver POV:

She has the kind of beauty that makes countries start wars or that gets men into duels until one of them gives the last breath.

Kylie.

Yes, she has. There, I admitted it.

Clutched in a corner, her glare full of loathe, hurt and desolation, it’s impossible to put into words in how many ways it destroyed me seeing her like this.

Not her innocence nor her beauty disintegrated my composure, but the guilt for the damage I inflicted into the only human being I’ve ever met that was so pure and innocent.

Catching me by surprise, I’ve just left the room for half an hour, as I had an important call to make, scheduled days ago. Not in a million years I’ve imagined that Angela will go in and treat her like she’d treat the others. Kylie’s reaction was worthy of the Goddess she is, but this is not the point here, but the shameful way in which she was forced to leave the house.

She shouldn’t have set foot in this damn place from the start, the passersby that used this room were of no importance compared to her, meant nothing more than fvcking entertainment for me.

“Seems like someone is not in a good mood today!” Mark chuckles, I’ve stumbled upon him while going to my chambers. “I’ve seen only happy faces leaving this place, until now. Usually, in the middle of the night, but, oh well…” He adds with a mischievous smirk.

“What?” I’ve instantly frozen.

“That woman, she just raged out of the penthouse, her eyes full of tears.” His mumbling makes me feel sick to my stomach, he’s not aware that I’m on the brink of beating the life out of him if he says one more fvcking word.

I should have said something to her.

I should have run after her.

“Okay, okay, you’ll tell me when you’ll want to!” His eyes narrowed inquisitively, but he held it to himself, it’s not something he does often, keeping the mouth shut.

Kylie POV:

That freaking piece of trash, I can’t believe my own memory of what just happened! 

My cheeks are soaked in tears, against my better judgement. Crying is for the weak, my foster ‘parents’ repeated this to me over and over again when the pain inflicted on me by them was more than I could take, until it got imprinted in the depths of my mind.

Where am I anyway? I ask myself while I exit the absurdly extravagant building, most obviously a 5 stars hotel.

Okay, I know this street, I’m close to the office, thank God it’s a Saturday, and unlike any other job of mine, it’s not a working day.

Jesus! I need to pay the rent.

Cusswords are forming in the back of my throat. Smoke coming out of my nose and ears, this way is how I picture myself right now.

I’m gonna kill the motherfvcker the next time we’ll cross paths, kick him in his fvcking b*lls!

I instantly flush, the remembrance of his hard member inside me just gave me tingles down there and I unexpectedly rolled my eyes in pleasure. The mere thought turns the heat up in my whole body. I can still feel every one of his touches on my skin, my core still sore and burning with desire.

He is the type of man that would mesmerize a woman to the point that she'd be ruined for other men. In fact, he is the only man that made me feel the rampant craving to throw myself at his mercy, get utterly lost in the world only he could design for me.

For some reason, he was irresistible. As if I could not control myself, my body had a new owner, and that owner was Oliver Kade.

I need to snap out of this mental picture for it’s over and there will never be a second time.

Though I would not admit it if I happen to be asked, s*x was great.

There are no proper words to describe the extent of greatness. And I’m a grown up person, actually I’m kind of old, I’m 25, so it was time for me to experience that.

From the stories I’ve heard on my previous job as a bartender, as customers often feel the need to share, I can conclude that he is very skillful for I’ve hit the highest point of pleasure multiple times. It seems a difficult goal to achieve, from what I’ve been told.

So I should actually be grateful to the bastard, no?

Well, I’ve already paid him, now we’re even. And if I ever feel the thirst again, I have more 1-dollar bills from where that came from.

I take a deep breath, I might be making jokes, but it pains me, it pains me greatly. Was I of so little worth to be handed a check?

I hate that I felt such a strong connection with him last night and all of his actions shouted nothing but care and gentleness. Until he hit me in the morning with that small piece of paper. I must have misread everything about him, it was probably one sided.

Lost in my thoughts, I stare at my apartment building, not knowing when and how I got here. But I have the paycheck in my hand, apparently I went to my former workplace to collect it too. All that remains is to pay the rent and go get the rest I need, on that hard mattress, the place where I belong. 

And to think that the filthy old man really believed he would have his way with me, he glared at the money like it was the enemy. 

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Oliver POV:

I am in the club with my brother and some other acquaintances, nothing weird for a Sunday night, or whatever other night, for what it matters, except for the fact that I cannot take my mind off of her.                                                                                                                        

“You haven’t been yourself tonight. Same for the night before.” Mark declares unexpectedly.

He is not wrong, just that I didn’t think it was written all over me. After she left my residence yesterday morning, this odd sensation I cannot explain settled on my chest, like I’m not complete anymore, as if a part of me is missing. I’ve spent most of the time replaying in my mind all the seconds I had with her, from the one where I dragged her into my office, to the one where she stuck money on my forehead.

“Now you’re even laughing to yourself?” He inquires.

“Did I?” I narrowed my eyes at him in surprise. Apparently, I did.

“You’re not losing it, no?”

“My mind?” I ask playfully.

“Don’t tell me you have already forgotten about our bet, brother!”

“Bet?” Oh, crap, the freaking bet. Yes, I forgot about that rotten bet. Seems like ages ago, although it has been two days.

“You know, that girl, she won’t talk to you again.” He sighs, sipping from his whiskey.

“What girl?” I act surprised, nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody must find out that I suspect a mere human is my mate.

Not that she is like the others.

No, she is something special, this girl.

“The one you can’t stop thinking about. She’s gotten into you, no?” His glance takes me in, analyzing every reaction I might give out.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you’ve lost it, your mind!” My voice of life threatening tone.

“Although you should have found the one you’ll date for an entire month like two days ago, I’ll give you more time, let’s make it a week. Then, it starts.”

“I thought that you’re interested in the fvcking hotel. Why give me extra time?” I ask suspiciously.

“And I am. But I’m even more fascinated in watching you dating a human, one of the weaklings you so much despise.” His eyes lit in excitement.

One of the weaklings I so much despise...