Novel & Cerita Olivia In She's The Man

Every single syllable is clean, precise, and lands exactly where she aims it—not at Jade, but straight past her, aimed directly at the chest of the man standing two feet behind her. "I have absolutely no interest in competing for someone's husband. There are plenty of unmarried men in the world." She says it pleasantly. She means every devastating word of it. And then, she turns back to Ethan. She seamlessly slips her hand into the crook of his arm as if it is the most natural, undeniable thing in the world, and expertly guides him toward the grand entrance. As she passes Stella, still frozen at the bottom of the stairs, Luna tips her chin up slightly and offers a smile so mild, so entirely

Lucas sat beside her, adding a word here and there. It was supposed to be a smooth meeting until Olivia walked in. She didn’t care about the people at the table. She clapped her hands together mockingly, “Here she is, the woman who can’t keep her hands off my man. You’re so pretty, Daniella, but for some reason, you can’t seem to get your own man. You want mine. You keep screwing him, warming his bed. But guess what? He’s mine.” Gasps floated around the table.

The next morning, Alessia had just finished setting the table and was about to go call Klein when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see it was Olivia. “I must say,” Olivia began with a small smile. The kind Alessia could tell was fake. “I really envy you.” Alessia furrowed her brows, unsure what she meant. “I mean, how did you end up with a man like Klein? Why don’t you let us share him?” Olivia said casually. “It’s funny, really. I’m in love with him. I want him for myself.” Alessia’s frown deepened, but before she could even respond, Olivia suddenly grabbed her hand, then slammed it hard against her own cheek. A loud slap echoed through the room as Olivia fell back and hit the

Olivia had not thought that the lady will actually bring her bag down, for a moment, she thought the man was joking, but then, he picked up his pants and put them on quickly. Olivia did not say anything, rather, she removed the white sheet she had around her chest, and as she placed it there, she picked her undies putting them on as well. The silence in the room was deafening, and she hated the fact that the man was acting upon her as if she was there.

She had seemed so sweet earlier but now she seemed like a bitch. “Trying to be nice?” I found myself asking. She shrugged, “Yes. I'm not normally nice to girls who try to steal my man!” I scoffed, my eyes widening with surprise, “Your man?” Olivia rolled her eyes at me, walking around the room and picking up a perfume. “Oh come on, don't act dumb. You should have known by now that Javier belongs to me,” she grinned, spraying Javier’s perfume on her body. She inhaled deeply and a smile broke on her face, “I smell just like him.”

"Stop struggling. You can’t resist me. "Don't worry. I will be very gentle. I promise you won't regret it. It's just a deal. Why do you care so much? You're not the high and mighty Olivia Larson anymore. Why fake it?" The man said as he began to undress Olivia with his other hand. 'I'm not the Olivia Larson I used to be, so...' Olivia suddenly raised her right leg and kicked the man hard in his crotch. Then she kicked him in the stomach and knocked him to the ground.

“Or do you want me too? Not just Dominic?” She chuckled. “You really do have the nerve,” she said, her eyes dragging over me with amusement. “Coming from a woman who couldn’t keep a man for more than two years… that’s bold.” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “Tell me, Olivia. What part of you should I want?” Her eyes dragged over me slowly. “The desperation? Or the pity?” “Well,” I said evenly, my voice smooth even though my chest felt tight, “I guess you already have most parts of me.”

"From the building. When I used to come to the penthouse." "Marcus remembers everyone." "He said you would see me," she said. "He said you were that kind of person." "What kind?" "The kind who sees people," she said. "Even the ones who made things complicated." I looked at her. She was not the woman who had come to my kitchen in the red coat with the contract in her bag and the specific agenda of a woman sent by a man who still thought she was his. That woman had been performing something. This one was not performing anything.

"I want to introduce myself. I'm Johnathan. Everyone calls me JP though. I'm sorry by the way. I should have warned you that he had a girl." "Yeah, you could have warned me. It's not your fault though. Guys are just dicks when it comes to being faithful to someone. I'm Olivia. Everyone calls me Liv." "That's why I won't commit to anyone. I like sex too much. I don't want to have sex with just one person." "What about that girl you were all over earlier?" "That's Maggie. She is just my party girl. If there is a party, I'm hers and she is mine. But outside of the parties, we don't talk."

Don't work yourself to death. Liv: Says the man who once worked 36 hours straight on an acquisition. Me: Do as I say, not as I do. Liv: Terrible advice. A moment later, another text came through, this one with a photo attached. I opened it and felt my breath catch. Olivia had taken a selfie from what looked like her office. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her shirt had one extra button undone, just enough to be suggestive without being obvious. She'd angled the camera to show the curve of her neck and the hint of cleavage, her lips curved in a teasing smile that made my entire body tighten with want.