Olivia’s pov I stood alongside Cara as tears streamed down her face. The atmosphere was heavy with sorrow, and I longed to alleviate some of her pain. The overwhelming sadness around me only deepened my confusion about why such a vibrant soul had been taken away from their parents. After the somber burial ceremony concluded, the attendees began to disperse. However, I remained beside Cara, feeling compelled to offer my support. "I really appreciate you being here, Olivia," Cara expressed, her voice tinged with gratitude. "You stayed by my side even though you didn't have to. It's getting late though, and you should go. I'll probably see you at the office tomorrow." Cara's hand rested on my shoulder, and I nodded in understanding. Before parting ways, I pulled her into a gentle hug, whispering words of comfort and encouraging her to take care of herself during this difficult time. As I walked away, my gaze was drawn to a figure hunched over a grave. There was a familiarity in his t
The following week unfolded without any dramatic occurrences. Lucas's whole week was tightly scheduled, leaving us with limited time to engage in conversation. However, upon arriving today, I was greeted by a box resting on my desk. Upon opening it, I discovered an assortment of vibrant markers alongside pink and purple sticky notes. A message accompanied the items: "Use these! Infuse color to your and my world." The note bore his signature at the end. A blush crept onto my cheeks, but I resolved not to let it affect me at all. I closed the box and kept it aside.As the day concluded, Caroline, Regina, and I went on shopping to find the ideal dress for tomorrow's event. After briefing Caroline about the plan, she eagerly agreed to join the mission and enveil Lucas’s intention. It surprised me when I noticed a familiar mischievous grin on her face, similar to the one I had seen on Regina. I wonder why they both are too dramatic but they both are behaving as if they are saving the world
Caroline had assured me that she'd pick up both Regina and me. I was all set when her call informed me she was downstairs. I swiftly grabbed my purse, locked my door, and joined them in the car. We reached the event venue promptly."So, Liv, are you ready to make your grand entrance?" Caroline asked with a playful grin.I chuckled nervously. "I hope so. Thanks for helping me pull this off, you guys."Regina chimed in, adjusting her dress. "Of course, Liv. We've got your back. And speaking of dresses, Caroline, that gown is stunning on you."Caroline gestured towards her gown, showcasing its elegance."Thanks, Regina. You both look amazing too. Liv, that red dress is going to turn heads."I glanced at Regina's dress, an intricate purple gown that seemed to shimmer in the light. "And Regina, your dress is just as gorgeous. You both really know how to pick 'em."Caroline winked. "Well, it's a team effort, remember?"As we approached the event venue, my heart raced with a mix of excitement
As I ran from the event, a whirlwind of emotions churned within me. The intensity of the encounter with Lucas had left me breathless and flustered. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts, to make sense of the conflicting feelings that had been stirred up.Just as I found a quiet corner to gather myself, Lucas's voice reached me, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Olivia," he called, his tone urgent yet gentle.His words had sent a shiver down my spine, his possessiveness was both surprising and oddly thrilling. I met his intense gaze, a mix of emotions swirling within me. "I'm not anyone's possession, Lucas."He quickly took my hands, his fingers grazing softly as he held me. "I don't mean it like that, Liv. I just... I've realized that I can't stand the thought of you being in someone else's arms."The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, and I found myself speechless for a moment. "Lucas, I..."He interrupted me, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of the music that came
The next day, as the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, I slowly stirred from my sleep. I felt a sense of warmth and contentment that I hadn't experienced in a while. And then I remembered: Olivia was beside me. I turned my head to see her still peacefully asleep, her hair fanned out on the pillow, and a faint smile gracing her lips.I couldn't help but smile myself, feeling a rush of fondness for her. Careful not to wake her, I propped myself up on one elbow and gazed at her. I reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face, making sure my touch was light and affectionate.Olivia stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. When her gaze met mine, her lips curled into a soft smile. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice warm and sleep-laden."Good morning," I replied, in a gentle tone. "Did I wake you?"She stretched slightly, her eyes still half-closed. "No, I was already waking up. This is... nice."I chuckled softly. "Yeah, it is."Olivia turned onto her side, facing
The doorbell rang, interrupting our kiss. As I opened the door, there stood my uncle, Noah Adams. His stern exterior always gave him an imposing presence, and the surprise on his face when he saw Olivia next to me was undeniable."Lucas," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, "I wasn't expecting to find company at this hour."I exchanged a quick glance with Olivia, who gave me an encouraging smile, before turning back to my uncle. "Uncle Noah, this is Olivia."He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Olivia, is it?" He looked her up and down as if assessing her without any pretense."Yes, Mr. Adams," Olivia replied politely, her composure unwavering.My uncle's lips curved into a faint smile. "Well, Lucas, it seems you've brought someone interesting into your domain. How about joining me for dinner tomorrow? I'd like to get to know this young lady better."My heart raced, and I cast a quick glance at Olivia, unsure of how she'd react. To my surprise, sh
Olivia's Pov:As I walked into my apartment, a contented smile lingered on my lips. The events of the day replayed in my mind, each moment with Lucas etched vividly. I relished how his demeanor had softened, the way he had held me, and the tenderness that had accompanied our newfound intimacy.Lost in my thoughts, I was startled by the sound of my ringing phone. It was my mother. I answered with a cheerful hello, trying to keep my emotions from seeping into my voice."Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?" my mother's warm voice flowed through the line."It was good, Mom," I replied, trying to sound casual."I can tell from your tone that something's up," she said playfully. "You sound happier than usual."I chuckled nervously, realizing that I might be giving myself away. "Oh, well, it was just a nice day. You know, work stuff."She laughed knowingly. "Come on, Liv, you can't fool your own mother. There's something you're not telling me."I sighed, knowing that my mother's intuition was
Olivia's Pov:The lingering panic from earlier gripped me. Even when Lucas had called me, I struggled to string more than two words together. Was it even reasonable to feel this way, considering how close we had become? With my thoughts in turmoil, I eventually drifted into an uneasy sleep.In the midst of my dreams, the chime of my apartment's doorbell abruptly brought me back to reality. Groggily, I glanced at the clock on my bedside table; its glowing digits displayed the ungodly hour of 1 o'clock in the morning.Panic surged through me as I wondered who could be ringing my doorbell at this ungodly hour. I flicked on the lights, casting a hesitant glance around my room, my heart pounding in my chest. The doorbell's persistent chime echoed through my apartment.As I cautiously made my way out of my room and toward the front door, the voice calling my name became clearer. "Olivia, come out," it urged urgently. It didn't take long for me to recognize that it was Lucas.With trembling