Oliver James Relationship Novels & Stories

"I feel like I'm losing everything, Olivia. My business, my reputation...my son." Olivia's grip on his arm tightened, her expression soft with empathy. "Oh, James, I'm so sorry. This must be tearing you apart." James took a deep breath, his body shaking with sobs. "I need my son, Olivia. I need him to believe me. But he won't even talk to me right now." Olivia pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly as he broke down. "We'll get through this, James. We'll make it right. Nicholas will come around; he'll see the truth."

He tapped the screen to call her back, hiding behind a row of metal lockers. "Scarlett, I'm already inside," he whispered into the phone. "I found his old logbook. There are pages missing from the week he died. I need to know..." "Hey! You! The blondie!" A loud, arrogant voice cut through the air. Oliver jumped and quickly ended the call. He turned around to see James, the team's backup goalie. James was rich, spoiled, and had a face that looked like it was permanently sneering. "Are you paid to chat with your girlfriend, or are you paid to work?" James snapped, tossing a sweaty towel onto the floor right in front of Oliver's shoes. "Pick it up."

Damian's eyes widened as realization crashed into him in waves that would have sent him reeling, but he stood still, firmly rooted to the ground, and flabbergasted. Olivia, his ex wife, was actually the next heir to the powerful Arthur's group. She was the hidden gem that worked in secret alongside her uncle.

"At least you're self-aware. Your mom seduced my dad, and now you're after my boyfriend? Does being a homewrecker run in your family?" "Olivia, that's enough!" Timothy shoved me away and pulled Willow into a protective embrace. If I had not known better, I would have thought it was a scene from some tragic love story. Then, Timothy turned to me and stated coldly, "Olivia, since you've seen everything, let's get it over with. We're done. I'm bored of this relationship."

James raise his hands for him to shake Bryan stare at it for a while and he studied him If he was a threat "Hi" he finally replied "do you are the guy my Olive have be going out with" he smirked at him "I am, she is my girlfriend" he smirked back at him Olive noticed this and separate their hands "James, why don't you go to your room and rest" "I am not tired" he tries to sit but Olive did not let him "just go" she pushed him away but before he entered his room, he allows Bryan knows that he will be watching him

Over the years, their affectionate gestures and language had become habitual, but he genuinely felt no romantic feelings towards Olivia, only sibling affection. Grace turned her gaze to Oliver. "And you? What exactly is your relationship with Olivia?" Seeing his mother so angry, and the anger from being slapped earlier dissipating, Oliver hadn't expected that the bar photo would be posted online. He didn't need to investigate; he could guess it was probably Lindsay and Jenny's doing. He sternly replied, "What else can it be besides a sibling relationship?"

“Ms. James, I am really thankful for you taking care of my son, but that doesn’t mean that you can disregard the fact that I am Fred’s biological father.” Oliver turned over to look at Fred and wanted to pull his arm. “Our bloodline is connected, and it will never be broken no matter what.” Olivia went forward to protect Fred behind her. “Mr. James, I thought you were here to apologize because you really discovered your conscience. But now it seems that you are just using the word ‘apologizing’ to cause trouble for us. I can feel the hatred you have for me in your heart.” Hearing this, Oliver pulled back his hand and his gaze. “Ms. James, you’re getting the wrong idea. That’s not what I mean

Whatever that meant, because he himself wasn't sure about it. Damon laughed then. "You are so dumb sometimes." he said. Oliver rolled his eyes as his heart started to act a bit funny, fluttering ever so lightly. "Jasmine and I go way back. And I have always liked her. Even before you-know-who." he declared, clearing his throat. Oliver knew what he was talking about.

I asked. "I don't kiss and tell, James tried to rape Lisa right?" He asked and I nodded. "That nigga is a Hoely MF." He added. "I think I'm beginning to fall for Lisa." "Then go for it." He suggested "I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon, she's poor and I'm rich." I reminded and he hissed. "Then don't fall for her, you are not even supposed to fall in love with her." Oliver said and I blinked.

Eliza wailed; she was devastated that she had hurt him. Even through the rain, James could see tears well up in her eyes and spill over her long lashes. He gently reached up and cupped her wet cheek. “I’m okay. I promise.” James smiled in admiration. “You did really good actually, I’m proud of you.” “Really?” she smiled a little at the compliment, still fingering his cut tenderly. He nodded and smiled crookedly. Oliver joined the group looking sullen and dejected. The Brit reached out and called the flames from the torch to him. They danced and churned in suspension above his open palm.