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Due to the similarities and same mindset they have with they became friends early. I came into the picture after a year of their friendship. When I was sleeping in the shades enjoying nature Oliver approached me with a permanent marker in his hands to draw doodles on my face but I have a strong sense of smell so I knew someone was approaching me with my closed eyes and when he was under my reach I grabbed his hand opening my red eyes. I was about to attack him when Liam came to his protection. We had a very big you can say child’s fight, I and Liam were fighting with all of our might pulling each other’s hair and biting on another’s skin. Whereas Oliver was weak He couldn’t fight so he joine

Oliver shrugged. "Okay. Sorry about your loss and I must say you were a badass unexpectedly," said Dante, "Arson expert! Guess I have to be more careful around you now, so you don't turn me to roast wolf meat," "I would, if your mate asks," replied Oliver with a chuckle. "No, no. I think my mate prefers me like this, handsome and robust," saying this, Dante flexed his muscle, causing the others to laugh. Oliver spoke again, "My story isn't as emotional as you guys. But at least you know that I can go berserk when offended greatly, that was in the past though. The me now is a gentleman. I do hope I find my second chance mate one day,"

Lya The silence was strained in Oliver’s Land Cruiser. I sat with my arms folded across my chest, refusing to look at him. 'There’s no harm in enjoying the view,' Tala insisted. I rolled my eyes. Oliver was, unfortunately, exactly my type. The dark and broody mountain man looked like he was chiseled from stone. I wondered if Michelangelo was jealous. I settled for studying the tattoos down his right arm. Oliver kept glancing over at me. He looked like he was trying to come up with something to say while I was trying to put off vibes that discouraged interaction.

She reached out for the information Oliver had brought over. Oliver drank two glasses of cold beverages before going to the bathroom. He then returned and sat down. Diana noticed that the sweat on his forehead was gone. Apart from that, there were also drops of water on his white shirt. He probably washed his face and fixed himself up quickly. "I feel much better now," Oliver said. Oliver rubbed his eyes before reaching for the document in front of him. His long, slender fingers looked mesmerizing as they glided across the table. Many of the young ladies in the milk tea store were already looking their way.