All Chapters of The Billionaire's dirty secret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OliverWas this the afterlife? I never pegged the after life to smell like antiseptics with the irritating beeping noise.It was dark, I always imagined it would be bright for some reason, I mean, whiteness meant tranquility right? I had no sense of direction, everywhere looking and feeling the same. “Hello?” I called out to the deep and the vacuum swallowed my voice. The beep spiked, the intensity aggravating.What the hell is that? In the midst dark eerie darkness, I felt this loneliness cradle my chest, engulfing my body wholly. Was this how it was going to be? Was I going to spend the remaining parts of my life here?Was I even still alive? The last thing I remembered was Jamie and his cohorts attacking me before Sebastian swooped in and…Fuck, there was a gunshot somewhere, who had been shot? Was Sebastian okay? I didn't trust Jamie and his airhead friends, and…Ruby. Sadness ravaged my entire frame. She had stood by, watched as everything unfolded.I knew I didn't like Jamie for

Oliver.“You do not want me to walk you inside?” Sebastian struggled having a difficult time letting me out of his car. I had been discharged a few hours ago and he towered over me like a mother hawk over her kids.“I'm fine, Seb, it's just a little bruise on my face,” I tried to assuage the worry that was etched into his conduct.“This is not a little bruise, Oli,” he warned, his voice dropping a decibel. I sighed, I knew it wasn't but I couldn't stay couped up in that hospital staring at the beige walls and marinating with the smell of antiseptic and bleach.“I'm sorry,” I apologised.“Why say sorry?” He scrunched his brows, confusion riddled in his expression.“I shouldn't trivalize it, you've been with me since it happened and I should acknowledge that,” I stared at him, the confusion still swirling in his bulbs.“I do not understand big words, Oli,” Sebastian chuckled and stretched his hand to hold mine firmly in his. I laughed, it was like talking to a child, a beautiful child.

Oliver.“What is this, Mark?” I felt the air seeping from my lungs, escaping every time I tried to inhale.“I'm sorry it has to come to this, Oliver, but you left me with no choice,” the line crackled and went dead. I pressed the phone against my ear, drowning in the recurrent beeps from the dead line.This can't be happening, I felt my nerves fray and subtle feeling crawling up my skin like an itch. My heart pounded in my chest, slamming wildly against my ribs. I couldn't breathe anymore, it felt like my lungs were collapsing.I gripped the edge of the table, forcing my organs to begin their work as before but nothing was working for some time. Why would Mark do this to me? This was a low blow, it was beneath him. We were promised confidentiality during the work, so why?Deep down, I knew I wasn't worried for myself. No one would care about the fact that a random boy was getting fucked by another man, there were millions of hardcore male on male pornographic films surging the net eve

OliverThe phone rang for a few minutes before it crackled and his suave Italian voice filled the phone. It made my heart flutter with a warm feeling, just knowing that he was there and answered whenever I called.“Amore Mio, I have wait for your call for long now,” he said. I beamed, the anger evaporating from my mind.“Really? So why didn't you call?” I teased.“So I know you want me too,” I could hear the pride in his voice and I could perfectly picture his laid back attitude, the way he would be relaxed on the chair, beaming with smiles. He had started to grow on me, a few weeks ago, I would have hated this, but somehow, he made pride seem attractive.“Oh, please, Basty,” I poked harder. He growled, “I tell you not call me that, I hate nickname,” I cackled over the phone.“You laugh nice,” he concurred and it made me laugh harder, maybe as a way to appease him for what I was about to ask.“So why call? You just want hear my voice or what?” He enquired.“Well, I wish I could lie, b

Oliver.“You recognise him?” The officer asked. I couldn't catch my breath, bile rose through my throat filling my mouth with the debris of the food I hadn't digested yet. I clamped a hand around my mouth, scampering across the lawn toward the curb where the patch of grasses were, and threw up, letting the contents splatter across the dirt.The flashes of Mark's eyes, bloody and gaping, the flesh red and sore caused another bout of bile to rush through my throat. It felt sore, like it had been sandpapered with the dry sands of the desert. My stomach clenched, my intestines wrangling on themselves.When the nausea wave passed over, I stood, heaving before wiping the excess puke from my lip. I wanted to be far away from here as soon as possible, I needed to shower. All of a sudden, I felt like the entire puke was on my body and flies were swatting around my face.I felt a presence behind me and I tilted to see the officer with his notepad.“Do you need some water?” he enquired lazily li