CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR: DARK SECRET

Olivia’s POV

I sat at the bar, nursing my third drink, the amber liquid burning its way down my throat. The soft murmur of conversations around me blended with the melancholic tune playing from the jukebox, creating a shroud of isolation around me. I was having one of those nights, my head was a mess and I sought refuge in the pool of alcohol. As I stared into my glass, the flash back of the past began to unfurl, vivid and relentless.

When I started crushing on Alexander, he was just a boy, barely fifteen and I was well around my mid-twenties. He reminded me so much of myself at that age. Lonely and troubled. I was beyond attracted to him; I could say that I was smitten by him. It was an unbelievable attraction that I never tried to deny even though, he was just a boy. Growing up in the chaotic world that I did, I did not turn out normal and I embraced my uniqueness effortlessly. From the first day I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. He was lanky and recluse and something about his glo