09: I Want You, Please.

Olivia’s POV

I stood by the door, my eyes taking in my room while my mind ran at a thousand thoughts at once.

Somehow, I was angry at André indifference at the table. But why should I be? He was not mine.

Also, what was I meant to do here? Back at home, at least, I had hours of school and working the fields to keep me busy.

As I sat on my bed, the door opened and my eyes widened as André entered the room with a solemn expression.

“Are you okay, princess?” he asked while closing the gap between us.

Anger flared within me and I stood up, glaring at him.

“Oh, this is what you want right? To sneak behind my mom every time to talk to me and then pretend like I don’t exist in front of everyone?” he could have asked me how I was at the table but he decides to sneak in here to ask?

Despicable.

André frowned slightly and stopped when there was barely any space between us. “Last night, you hated the idea of being with me. I didn’t want to overwhelm you. However, I also couldn't leave with