olivia - is it poisoned? drugged?

Half an hour of pacing later, I heard the door to Harmon's suite unlock, stopping me dead in my tracks.

"Food. You haven't eaten in hours," Harmon said, motioning for the server to enter his suite.

"Is it poisoned? Drugged?" I asked snarkily, but I could hear the mistrust in my own voice and had no doubt he could too.

Some part of me meant the words. I didn't know this man. He locked me in a fucking room. Had dangerous friends. Self proclaimed himself dangerous. What the hell was Harmon into?

Harmon was Billy's fixer. Whenever someone was in Will's way or made themselves a nuisance, Harmon would take care of it. When Will had a problem, Harmon magically made it disappear. I didn't always know how, but I suspected his means weren't always legal. I knew all this, but I thought that was just what receptionists did. Now he had me out here questioning everything, refusing to tell me anything.

Daddy, what exactly does 'dangerous' mean?

"That'll be all," Harmon said to the server, who promptly took the hint and left the way he came. "Come. Eat with me. Got you all your favorites," he said, lifting up cloches to reveal food.

"Not hungry," I said, folding my arms in each other. "How long am I going to be imprisoned up here?"

I couldn't lie. My UCLA educated ass knew this whole situation should be setting alarm bells off, but my heart was at odds with my brain once again. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.

What the fuck did he do to me in that bed two nights ago? For fuck's sake, I let a random stranger talk me into bringing her to Cupid's Cove because of him. I knew the risks. The safety concerns. Billy had explained it to me a million times.

Be responsible, Olive. Being a Hunter means people will always look for ways to exploit you. Cupid's Cove is paradise, but it can turn into hell overnight. There's no taking it back if you bring the wrong person out here so be careful.

So much for the yes Billy that followed. Cupid's Cove was a Hunter safe haven. Now it was my self made jail cell.

JR or Robbie or whatever the fuck her name is was a dream after the constant rejections of the last two days. We accidentally bumped into each other at the airport. What bullshit did I buy into just because she happened to be hot as fuck and charming as all hell? I was at the airport, contemplating sneaking onto the plane Harmon and the Cupid's Cove guests were on, but I was on the fence. I had some pride after all. Until her.

Instant connection. Mad chemistry. She made me feel like I was the only person alive. I didn't even ask what she was doing at the airport before inviting her onto the island.

I got played. By both of them. How fucking stupid was I anyway? Everyone who ever said I didn't have two brain cells to scrape together and thought with my pussy instead was evidently right.

"Don't be dramatic. You're not a prisoner," he said, his eyes cast down. "It's temporary. I just don't—"

"Trust me. Why should you? I've only been your friend for ten years," I said, the fucking pleading to be let in in my voice once more.

"You brought an unvetted guest onto the island, Miss Hunter," he lectured, stepping away from the food to walk back to me. "Olive how many times do we have to tell you—"

"Do you think I don't know I fucked up? That I haven't been up here telling myself the same shit for the last half hour?" I screamed at him, taking a step back as he invaded my space, suddenly on guard. "Am I fucking up right now, Harmon? You and her, you're the same. You don't trust me? Well I don't fucking trust you," I spat at him, covering my mouth a moment later, wishing the words unsaid. "Harmon—"

"Nor should you, Miss Hunter. That's good. Fucking stop trusting so easily," he said, doing some pleading of his own, but the color drained from his face as he headed back to the food, picked up a fork and started sampling every dish before him. "See? Safe. Please eat," he said when he was done.

I took one step towards him then another, but I just couldn't make myself look past the fact that he was keeping things from me. Instinct kicked in and I thought about running to Billy.

I was so pathetic. A real daddy's girl without a father. But Billy and Harmon never let me feel the absence of a father. No matter how much I fucked up, they made it go away. Loved me anyway. Only this time one of my protectors was the enemy.