The Real Olivia Baker From All American Novels & Stories

What about Olivia? ***

What Is going on here and why don't aunt Oli told me about this? " Olivia invited us all here to catch up you know. And I didn't know you moved to New York? Why didn't you tell me? " mom said. " Like you care. " I replied. " Grace it's not a way to talk to your mother. " Dad scold me. " Where is my mom I don't see her or dad..? " I said and went inside to look for aunt Oli and ask her about all this. " So your Grace Hi I'm Phoebe Waller Cole's girlfriend. " The lady said.

He then handed the microphone to Olivia. Olivia calmly took the microphone, a smile on her lips, and stood there, unhurriedly expressing her thanks, "Hello everyone, I'm Olivia Johnson. I'm very grateful that you could find time in your busy schedules to attend my father's birthday banquet..." She was dressed in a gorgeous evening gown, wearing five-inch high heels. With a light smile in her eyes and a soft, confident voice, she stood on stage, exuding an elegance that was hard to resist. After Olivia finished her polite remarks, the master of ceremonies praised her a few more words, and then Alpha Hunter arranged for the cake to be cut.

I’ve never touched a pot in my life, and I don’t think we have any butter in the fridge, so I guess I’ll be eating dry toast on the way out. A smell wafts up from the kitchen that makes me freeze. Our kitchen has never smelt like that, like… honey bacon wrapped in refreshing peach tea and salty eggs. I slow my gait as I approach the kitchen, and the sight I see has my lips quirks up a bit. Olivia is there, her hair in a bun, standing over a pan and flipping a golden omelette. She’s bobbing her head and humming something under her breath that could rival an angel’s song. Hunter’s apron sits like a dress over her clothes.

She was beaming, her round face showing off excitement. The room responded with laughter, low and challenging, as the bidders gathered their chips, determined to get the best of them all. They were all prepared for the night’s rituals, and the very first young woman to get dragged out of the backstage —bruised, tortured, and confused—was Olivia, Jacob's obsessive sub and Naomi's friend.

Sweet, gorgeous Olivia, leaning on the counter and chewing on an apple while staring at Kael with mischief in her eyes, “You look like you’ve never stepped food in a kitchen.” I really like this girl. “I have not cooked before, sadly,” he responds, walking to the island when Theo leaves everything laid out for him, “But it’s never too late to try, is it?” Olivia doesn’t respond immediately, she simply nods at him, then looks right at me and we share a look of absolute understanding. She’s telling me he’s being a terrible actor today. I’m telling her I’m aware. She’s telling me she doesn't believe for one second that Kael suddenly woke up with a passion for community breakfasts.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

she murmured. Keeping the baby meant raising the child alone. But the thought of giving up her child was impossible. This little life inside her was the only thing she had left. Suddenly her phone buzzed on the table. It was a news notification. Amelia opened it slowly. A photo appeared on the screen. Ethan Carter was standing beside Olivia Bennett outside a luxury restaurant. Olivia’s arm was wrapped around his. Both of them were smiling at the cameras. The headline read: “Billionaire Ethan Carter and Actress Olivia Bennett Confirm Their Relationship.”

The idealized, fantasy woman, that is. But when his friend Dean Jessop had gotten together with Emma Cartwright, it had brought Olivia into Dallas’ life; for real, in the flesh. And from the word go, Olivia had been a surprise to Dallas. He’d had years of experience dealing with celebrities, and she was hands-down the most down-to-earth, toughest, kindest famous person he’d ever met or dealt with.

“Olivia, have you forgotten what you did to me? You’ve got some nerve coming here. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” Olivia instantly stopped crying. She smiled slyly and said, “Big brother, you still haven’t made Harper and your divorce public, right? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll expose everything and let the whole world know that the great TerraVantage Group’s CEO, Leon Everhart, was cheated on by his wife and that the child wasn’t even his?”