How do you feel about Oliver?
Even with my throat dry with the desire bubbling inside of me from having him this close and the sparks that move deliciously through my skin, I close my eyes to inhale a little bit of self control. I'm done being that girl he can seduce by just a mere touch. He used to love it when I came undone by just a mere glimpse of his magnificent naked body-- I still think about it every once in a while but I'm done!"Feelings changed," I swallow painfully, turning my face in the opposite direction. "I want nothing to do with you now. You're a cruel man, Oliver. I want out. At least now the media knows about you-""Ugh!" a small sound of displeasure and I tense up again. He puts some distance between us. Not much since it's only him leaning back but he's still so close."Media this, media that. When did you start to care so much about their two cent opinion?" he folds his arms and his shoulders come up smoothly in a shrug, "I don't care what the media thinks about me-""I do-" I began to prote
TRIGGER WARNING My plans all come to a halt when I'm parked right outside the cemetery for hours. When the fuck are they gonna leave? I peak from where I'm parked, looking at the people hovering around the place. They've been doing that for close to an hour now. Dressed in casual clothes with the intention to fool their prey, the press sure know how to be a fucking pain in the ass. I don't need this right now. Look at them acting like they're here for a loved one when they can easily send me to an early grave. Fuck all of them! Fuck Oliver-- it's all his fault and fuck me too! I never should've brought him here in the first place. It should've just been between family. A car pulls up at the gates and my aunt and uncle step down with their grown up son, Thomas. It's been years since I last laid eyes on them. I guess they knew I wouldn't be able to show my face this year so they decided to stop by for me. We've never had the best of relationships. Archie, my uncle, was my father'
His glare eases now that he's seen me and I'm glad I made the right decision to step down before he knocks on my window but is it just me or is he finding it hard to keep those warm blue eyes away from my face. Does he perhaps recognize me? I changed out of my morning clothes when I got back home, took a bath, before searching Oliver's office. I look so much better than this morning. He twists his upper body, breaking our gaze and he mumbles something so inaudibly. Sorry, I didn't catch that. Did he just curse at me? Deep breaths, Rebecca. Just blame it all on Oliver. "So how are we doing this?" his blue eyes are back on my face again and they look different this time. The scowl has left his face and he no longer looks pissed off. Did I mention that he sounds gentle and soft? His voice is smooth like that stubble on his face. "I-I-I uh…" A thick curved brow arcs in shock, "You are paying for this." Wait, did he think I was trying to get out of this by faking a stutter? Rude! Now
The next couple of minutes followed me screaming and yelling at him like a mentally deranged woman. He's managed to turn me into this- this- this psychopath! "All you ever care about is having your favourite toy next to you, dead or alive! These are my videos and those are my parents. You had no right to touch these videos-" "Then next time when I call you, answer your damn phone and get back home on time!" He jumps to his feet, glaring at me. "Where were you? I called to warn you about the reports hovering outside the cemetery." All lies! He could've put them there just to scare me into returning quickly. There's nothing he won't do to get me running back to his open arms and I know it for a fact! "You know you planted them there just to make me return early." His brows and eyes are twitching, looking so damn confused but he said it himself, he can pretend so well that no one would suspect a thing! "Don't accuse me of something so petty. If I wanted you back home, I wouldn't hav
"I don't want to shower," I protested weakly as he led me to the bathroom but his silence was a sign that he had made up his mind. "I didn't fuck another man, Oliver," physically, I didn't but mentally? Jesus! That was why I felt so guilty like I'd been cheating when he snatched my phone and even accused me of it. I can't look him in the eye and say for a split second I didn't think of that man over me but in my defence, I saw him as Oliver. They had no facial resemblance but their bodies were similar and that had drawn my attention. Even now as Oliver stripped off his sweatshirt, leaving him naked from his chest up, my throat ran dry. He also pushed down his pants, standing before me in his black boxer shorts with the outline of his hard cock on display. I turned my face away, gulping hard as I started to peel off my clothes too. We're just showering together and nothing more. We did this all the time except those times, we were on good terms. "You can stare all you want," he te
I swiped the card over the lock and the door opened while I stepped into the apartment. Everything still felt like a dream. My new place looked so much better than I'd expected after making the decision so fast, Oliver would be shocked to know I'm long gone. "I'll let you get your own place but the contract still stands," he had said only last night. I still remember the shock I felt from hearing it. I thought it was a joke at first but I've known Oliver long enough to know he doesn't bluff once he's made up his mind. I move around the suite, enjoying the feel of my own space. He didn't let me off without a strong warning though and it still resounded in my mind even now. "But if anything happens to you, Becca, I swear to God that's it for you. You must never again mention a word about seeking to leave. I've told you already that I'm the only one who can protect you-" Yadda yadda yadda. To hell with that. So long as he doesn't sabotage me by setting me up somehow, he'd be surpr
I couldn't sleep.The bags under my eyes were proof enough and as I mopped my face with make-up, I recalled tossing and turning all night before finally sitting to hug my knees all night in a very sober mood.The room felt too large like it was just missing him.I took a shower and got dressed for work in a light silky blouse tucked in a high waisted plaid skirt with black heels, throwing on a matching pair of watch I share with Oliver and a gold necklace he got me on my birthday last year.I checked myself out in the mirror again-- yeah, I looked good.Hate the man not his gifts, I mean!I hurried downstairs just in time to see Tania waving at me, "Hurry up, we're going to run late."I sent her a smile as I rushed into the car, slamming the door shut and feeling thankful that I gave her a chance. I guess I've made a friend.***"You moved?" Chloe expressed her shock at the news and I looked around, telling her to bring her voice down. "I'm shocked he let you out of the house with how
Oliver spun me around with a twist of my waist and I prepared to lash out at him. My heart was yet to calm down from his stupid scare game and he- His lips were on mine the next minute, eyes closed as he kissed me while cupping my face with one hand and the other, on my waist. "Did you miss me?" He asked softly, so soft that a shocked tear rolled down my eyes and I'm slowly responding on impulse. I wrapped my hands around his neck, kissing him back with so much intense feeling and my emotions all over the place. God! I've wanted this so bad. I never left the house without a kiss neither did he. Was it hard for him just as it was hard for me? When he grabbed my butt and pulled me in, brushing against his hard on, he growled into my mouth, making me melt like a marshmallow, softening up for him- "Stop!" I pushed him away before this could go on any further and I stepped away, trying to catch my breath. "You're right," he gulped, his face clouded with need. I knew what he wanted.