All Chapters of KISS ME WHEN ITS OVER: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Olivia’s POV It’s the weekend, and I am bored. Staying home alone can be Lonely sometimes I must admit. And feeling alone can make you get creative, soon enough I am in my quest room technically a storage room now. I start organizing things I haven’t touched in years. Boxes of books, scarfs I forgot I owned, I find myself on the floor, my legs are folded beneath me sorting through drawers of papers. Then I see a small folded piece of paper stuck in the corner of an old jewelry box, I pull it out carefully. I already know what’s in it before I unfold it. A passport photo of Rodrigo. The colours have dulled over time. He’s not smiling. Of course he is not. He hates cameras, thought photos were for people who had nothing to do with their lives. Always said it anytime I had asked for a picture. Because I said I wanted to carry a piece of him with me, even when I couldn’t see him. He had grumbled and rolled his eyes. But he still did it. Now here he is. Frozen in time. In th

Her eyes are piercing into mine. Hands raised, a gun on one hand and purse in the other. Her lips are parted slightly, she doesn’t make a sound, just that look. Not a look of fear, just shock. She glances at the guns and back at me. Her purse falls to the ground. “You wanna tell me why the hell you’ve been lying to me?” I say. My voice sounds rough. Haven’t spoken to anybody in a while. I can feel the anger seeping through my veins. She lifts her head. She’s always very composed under pressure, but this? Common. I have a gun to her head and she just looks at me. “Put the gun down, Mike.”She says it like I am some animal she’s trying to train or calm down. “Don’t do that,” I say “Don’t talk to me like I’m a fool. I know who you are.”“And who am I?” she asks.I step forward. Enough to bring the cold steel right in contact with her head. “Lucia Sensori. Bianca. Whatever the hell you call yourself. You’re CIA.She doesn’t react. Doesn’t say a word. Then without looking away she be

I had just gotten off the phone with Rebecca. Her cheerful voice over the phone was just what I needed for a few minutes. But now I am sitting in the corner of my study, my elbows are on my desk and my hands are folded like a man in prayer. I am staring at the stack of papers. Documents, Contracts, Useless things. I have been on the phone all morning. Back and forth. Repeating the same questions here and there. Hearing the same words. My lawyers tone on the phone has gone from sympathetic to a bit irritated. As if he was getting tired of the constant questions. “There is absolutely nothing I can do Donald” he says for the hundredth time today and I sigh like I hadn’t heard it the first time. “There is no loophole. I can’t even put myself in that kind of situation. Lord knows the evidence she has on you guys. That would be too bad for My reputation. This kind of things you can’t maneuver. If you push to hard. Bad things happen” “So that’s it? We do nothing?” “We stay quiet and

Rebecca’s POV I had just got back from one of my nightly walks around the Neighborhood. It was a quiet one. Once in a while you pump into a Neighbour walking their dog. Quite the contrast of what my mother would like. She loves an extremely friendly Neighbour, book clubs, get together and charity. Probably why we aren’t living together. Now I have taken a shower and I am in the kitchen, barefoot in one of Donald’s hoodies that still smells faintly of cologne and aftershave. I make myself scrambled eggs. I know, who eats scrambled eggs for dinner. I do. I amNot really hungry, it’s just to keep my mind busy. My chest has felt tight since the last time I spoke with Donald. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s the way his voice sounded over the phone. Like he was trying so hard to sound cheerful and okay. I am not expecting anyone, but then I hear a knock at my door. When I open the door, Donald is there. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. His shirt is wrinkled and he looks a tan da

Rebecca’s POV It’s evening, Donald didn’t leave early this morning. He actually lingered a bit. He asked about mum, and even offered to make break fast, he looked better and well rested, and didn’t leave without some rounds of sex. I have been feeling a bit tired lately, so I decided to take some days off from work. Literally been sleeping all day when I heard a knock on the door, it was Marilyn. I have been having a lot of unexpected visitors lately. She has already kicked off her shoes, thrown her bag into my couch and is halfway into my fridge like she pays the rent here. “You are not even supposed to be here until weekend” “Yeah well, I missed your face. And your coffee machine. Also, I think I might have accidentally almost quit my job yesterday.” “Whaaat?” I ask. She waved it off. “Long story, boring. Let’s talk about you” she squints her eyes at me. “What has been going on” “Nothing” “You are lying. Your eyes are doing that thing where you are thinking like