Alex Cabot Olivia Benson Novels & Stories

Olivia raised a can of Titus sardines. Alexa nodded, clutching the basket tightly as she felt another wave of intense pain in her abdomen. "We should shop for steak too. We shouldn't forget that." Olivia reminded her, collecting the basket. Alexa took a sneak peek at the diamond ring on her finger. It was shinning beautifully, mesmerizing the eyes. "It looks pretty on you. You've won my friend." Olivia remarked after noticing how Alexa was peering at the ring. Alexa smiled. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed that she would be getting married to Gabrielle Casanova, the ruthless mafia Lord.

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

David said. “How did you know?” Olivia said. “I told you you looked exactly like your mother when she was pregnant, I’m happy to hear about your pregnancy, I hope you are always healthy and happy,” David said. Olivia just smiled before she turned to Alex who didn’t seem to show any interest, she put her hand on Alex’s thigh to make the CEO realize that he should at least smile and not look so cold to David. But the phone rang at the right time for Alex, he saw his assistant who was calling and decided to leave the table. Olivia just watched where Alex went and she went out the back door that led to the beach.

“Wrong answer. You should want to know because you care about me and what happened in my past.” “So you care about me, Pumpkin? That’s why you wanted to know so much about my childhood and family?” “I’ll always care about you, Gabe! Everything about you matters to me.” She sounded sincere. But why couldn’t I be sure she wasn’t manipulating me? Since when did I let anyone manipulate me? Damn it, why did this woman drive me so insane my head hurt from overthinking? Olivia was just Ernest Abertton’s daughter! So why did some voice, from God-knows-where, keep saying that wasn’t all she was?

And, when I had let her know, Olivia's eyes had beamed with excitement and understanding, begging me to let her experiment as well. Unfortunately, Jonny had decided to show up and tried to open the door. At least we'd been smart enough to lock it, which gave us plenty of time to get ready and try to look relatively normal. “What are you thinking about?” Olivia's question brought me back to reality. "The first time I saw these beauties.” I answered taking my hands to her breasts to caress them over her shirt, fortunately, the bra was in absence. "Excellent memory.” She agreed with a breathless laugh "But I think there is something to celebrate today...”