Olivia’s POV:Rollin’s phoned me and I came back to Bedford as fast as I could. Rollins filled me in and I sent for the hotel driver to get Ethan and his nanny there too. There waited for Miles to regain her consciousness. I couldn’t recognize her from all the swelling and the surgical staples that peppered her face. This is all too sad for words. My mother---her mother-in-law, the woman she always adored and the one person other than Paul she’d stick up her neck for did this to her.Miles was stirring up. Perhaps she saw me. Her words were mere garble but I know she’s calling my name.“Shh… I’m here…” I can barely get my voice out coherently amid the gulping tears and emotional blubbering that are pulling me apart so quickly. The hopelessness of all of this when so much hurt has come first.It all feels so empty. After all, this, to finally see something genuine from her, something gnarly happens.“I…I k-now.” Miles stammered.She seemed hurt, sorrowful and intent on gazing into my
Olivia’s POV:After that afternoon, I went back to work and decided to finish all my pending paperwork. I was torn between wanting to exhaust myself with work or having one too many shots. Then, I came up with the very brilliant idea of both. My office in the hotel was my safe space after all. It was my home. Ethan is well taken care of. I sent two more people there from the hotel security just to ease my mind off the worst.With all that happened---there’s this paranoia in me that I couldn’t figure out what to do.A series of knocks came and the door opened and close and I waited for Brandon to speak. “Liv, hey…what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to stay at…” he paused and sees the vodka bottle on my desk. “Oh, that bad, huh?”I frowned as I finished gulping the contents. I was never a heavy drinker but I guess there will be exceptions. I put my glass down and stand up slowly, eyes on his tall, strong back as he messes with the ice canister, fidgeting to get his excessive en
Olivia’s POV:After that shocking encounter with Brandon, I distanced myself from his potency. I try my best not to be alone with him and I leave the hotel in a haste. Being an Aunt to Ethan is overwhelming and draining. But I’m not complaining. Before heading home, I pass by this small bar to pass the time and for drinks. It’s a small bar uptown that we visited last time with a client, and I can’t say I won’t be sad. This place works because of location and size and the chill ambiance. Mostly, members of the workforce who wanted to relax before heading home.The main bar is busy, crews running around wiping down surfaces, restocking and hoovering. It’s late, so they are almost done with the ritual clean up.“Hi, Olivia!” The bartender waved at me. “The usual?”“Yes, Millie.” I nodded and went for my usual spot.I watched one of the bar girls meticulously inspected shelves and wiping them down before giving her co-worker hell for missing some grubby spots, and my attention is piqued. I
Olivia’s POV:I throw my third sexy dress on the bed and slumped down in a deflated heap, annoyed with myself that I’m doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. I’m actually prettying myself up for him and stressing over how to dress and what to wear like some sad little teenage idiot on a first date. I can’t believe myself sometimes. Brandon texted me and told me to be ready for six and dress casually. Ironic, really, as that was my original plan, to show a lack of effort, and now, here I am with a bed full of dresses, and he is the one telling me to dress down. Whatever that means. “Damn it, Olivia! Could you relax?!” I hissed at myself. “You’re overreacting and it’s not fine! Look at your room! You turned it upside down to find an outfit that says ‘dressed down’!”Frankly, I don’t know if he means casual, pretty for somewhere like an Italian restaurant, or jeans and sweater casual. I’m not asking him because he will think I’m keen for tonight and definitely not. This is my first s
Olivia’s POV:I get a warm smile thrown back at me, and I’m once again hauled behind him, rather aggressively for a guy attempting charm and adoration. I try to wriggle my hand free, but he holds on tighter and flashes me that look of his that says, ‘keep trying, I’m not letting go’.I get pulled at a brisk pace to the front door, where I’m silenced with a chaste kiss thrown on my lips when he paused. My heart threatened to drill my ribs from the inside and keeping it cool was a chore. “You know kissing me isn’t the one thing we should do when we aren’t actually a thing.” I point out blandly.“Well, we kind of hugged last time, so I’m guessing it’s not really a step too far to do it.” I get that cheeky arrogant smirk, and I slapped him in the shoulder impulsively.“Hey! That’s rude and not very gentlemanly. In case you want to know, you’re not doing a great job of making me want to date you.” I huffed and get even more annoyed when that smirk turns into a wider grin, Brandon was amuse
Olivia's POV:“Brandon!” I freaked out, hating this feeling of trapped, muffled isolation and I only stopped when his voice came through my ear from the side loudly, almost like he is in here with me.“Liv. Hey. Can you hear me?”Immediately, I stop the manic panic and nodded mutely. Not sure how the hell he can be inside my helmet, but it has the calming effect. “How?”“Technology. You can talk, you know. These helmets have built-in wireless speakers and mics, so we can still hear each other over the bike.”He tapped the visor in my face as though motioning to inside the helmet, and I giggled nervously, so much tension whooshing away as I do so. The sudden lack of panting makes the visor clear up again, and I can see perfectly out of it. It just takes some getting used to.“Right … weird.” I don’t know if it is because I’ve never been on a bike before, or I find it odd that helmets have wireless comms now. “You sound so close.”“I’m close, and in a minute, you will have to hold on to
Olivia’s POV:The place doesn’t feel unused, but it’s chilly considering the season and warmth will complete its perfection. I’m also sure he must have had a cleaner recently as there is not a speck of dirt and the whole place smells fresh with a washcloth hanging on the tap over the sink. It looks damp and is hung neatly to dry out. Everything is gleaming from a very recent scrub, most likely in the last few hours. It’s cute that he got this place worthy of a visit. As always, his attention to detail is something we have in common.“This looks too small for both,” I added with a giggle, anticipation pushed me to flip up the lid on the cardboard box that’s barely big enough to fit a mug or maybe a corsage. I laughed out loud when I spied the chocolate cupcake covered in pastel-colored sugar flowers. A generous-sized cake for one from my favorite bakery. I would recognize one of their cakes anywhere. “Really, Brandon?”It’s touching and gave me a warm gooey feeling.“What? You like cak
Olivia’s POV:I like this place; it gives you that instant calm feeling of being somewhere safe and welcoming. A bit like being in his arms. I shook that thought from my head before my brain follows the ‘being in his arms’ part to something a little more X-rated and reminded myself, I’m supposed to be dissecting this man and figuring him out. “Hmm, ladies first.” Brandon urged me. “I already told you I like you.”“Okay…that depends on how much I’m allowed to know,” I asked with a slight brow raise and a half-smile. My seductress side is smoothly flowing now I am more at ease.“Whatever you want. I meant it when I said I would earn your trust. If that means being an open book and telling you whatever you want to know, then here we are.” He gestured around him, overseeing me.“You could have done that at the hotel. Why bring me here?”“This is my little corner away from reality, Liv. A sanctuary, I guess. I get to leave the corporate me at the door and just be me. A teen kid who’s stil
Olivia’s POV:We’ve been driving for a couple of hours with nowhere to go, just idle chit-chat and evasion of certain topics have me staring out at the passing scenery as rain makes everything wet, dull, and shiny. Bored and listless as music fills the car. We’ve listened to various radio stations as we travel, and Brandon seems lost in his head. There's nothing unusual there; he’s always been a thinker who went quiet and sorted shit out while he drove us anywhere. I find it strangely reassuring to watch that focused frown, the gears turning in his head and taking the quiet time to be still with everything. He hasn’t said anything for at least the last half hour. The silence isn’t exactly awkward; we can sit without talking and not feel weird about it, but I’m dying to have him say something about what he’s thinking.We went to the office and worked some. But we agreed to stupidly go on a road trip to celebrate my new hair. And that’s what we did.He glances my way when he feels my ey
Olivia’s POV:I’m more relaxed after my bath, warm and lazy from the hot soak, and wrapped in a fluffy robe, carrying my soiled clothes. I leave his room and head back towards the guest room for tonight. Head full of things I want to say to him.I jump when his voice comes from right behind me.“It’s late; maybe we should go to bed and talk over breakfast.”I spin on him as he dumps his car keys on the table and hauls off his hoody to reveal a t-shirt molded to that hunky frame. I turn away and clear my throat, shocked at how differently my insides react to the familiar sight. We’ve done much more than this before.“I guess.” I hesitate, not sure if I should make a stand and make it clear tonight that he has no control over me or if I should let him sleep and become more amenable to what I want after some rest. He looks exhausted. There is so much to talk about and a mess to pick through, and I have no idea where to start.“I called Theo and told him we’re already here and told him yo
Olivia’s POV:“I just needed to find you.” He seems to struggle with the closeness and steps back again, dragging air into his lungs, screwing up his face as though battling something in his head and rubbing his hand up the back of his neck and hair in agitation. “I didn’t think beyond finding you, and I never intended to say any of this to you. All this shit wasn’t why I looked for you. I just wanted you safe, to know where you were and that you weren’t alone with some idiot hurting you. I couldn’t get it out of my head that you needed me and wouldn’t call me.” He seems broken, making my heart break too, but still, the nagging doubts in my heart are pushing me in so many directions.“But...” I’m really confused.“I was wrong, Liv! So many boundaries this crosses.” He rubs his face with both palms roughly, giving me space, yet again, and so obviously in turmoil. He’s more ravaged with every word out of his mouth, suddenly so clear as to why his head is in the throes of world war three
Olivia’s POV:The past days were a blur. Millie and I spent the night together at a club and the I had fun. I don’t even know what time we headed to her place. I must have fallen asleep quickly as I wake to noise, only half aware of Millie telling me she was going out and falling back into oblivion after the door slammed shut in the outer living area. I think I drift off again into oblivion because everything becomes confusing and time seems to drift away.I jump up with the pounding noise coming from the door.I get up warily, nursing a hangover. The knocking became persistent.“I’m coming!” I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace. Still foggy-headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself.Without hesitation or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy door, just enough to pop my head around to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irr
Olivia’s POV:I can’t stop running my fingers through my hair as I sit across from Millie in the bistro café we have come to for drinks. Lifting the deep black strands of hair and twirling them nervously. I have no idea what my Emma, Theo or Harvey or even Ethan will say about this drastic change, but the reflection in the hair salon showed me a completely transformed woman. I look and feel, for the first time, that I look my age, and the number of well-dressed men turning our way in passing has not just been for my new friend.Gone are the long blonde strands and in its place, a more angled, sleek facial shape. Framed with dark hair that seems to make my eyes stand out crazily, as though the blue is somehow more intense and less washed out. I couldn’t stop staring at the stranger in the mirror when she showed me the new look. I look like some vampy woman who needs a sexy dress. Millie then attacked me with winged liner and red lipstick, declaring me her new hair bestie, and invited m
Olivia’s POV:Ethan is still asleep so I decide to leave first. I’m walking home from Emma’s when my phone starts ringing in my pocket. Pulling it out and seeing Brandon’s name, I let it ring and slide it back in place. His calls have been getting more frequent, with repeated texts to get me to answer him all day. Trying my hardest to ignore him; I can’t face talking to him right now.My heart is in no way ready for another rejection from him, and I’ve been trying everything I can to keep him out of my head. I breathe a sigh of relief when it stops ringing, knowing he won’t leave a voicemail because he has a weird aversion to those, and I’m hoping he doesn’t send another text.I can’t deny that I miss him too, but it will never let me move on if I fold now.I know that’s all this is. He’s missing me because he can’t get hold of me. In time, he’ll get used to it, and then he won’t notice anymore. I have to protect my heart!My cell beeps with a new text, despite hoping he wouldn’t, and
[That’s great news, honey! You have her, she took the bait! Hook, line and sinker!] Alice was enthusiastically talking at the other end of the line. [I’m great you are following my advice down to a T. I can’t believe she feels that way about me---and to think I’m going to pretend as your bestfriend. Her radar is amazing.]Brandon updates Alice every day. When he suggested to fly to Greece to see Olivia, she was against it. Primarily because she couldn’t see what they’d be doing there and she doesn’t trust Brandon’s judgement when it comes to Olivia.But their plans have to push through. They’ve already invested too much time and effort to back out now. Alice is optimistic about their plan and Olivia just put the cherry on top. [Why did you leave her when she said she loves you?]He paused for a minute, “because if she sees I’m hesitant. It will give her reason to believe Harvey. That man has somehow got into her head.”[You are brilliant, honey! I love you! Keep this up. By the way, w
Olivia’s POV:“What are you talking about? We talked about that last time, Liv. Right?” He’s still trying to angle me in for a hug, completely oblivious that I’m trying like mad to keep parts of his anatomy well away from malfunctioning parts of mine, and he seems to think I am probably struggling because I am still pissed at him. I duck out under his arm and hightail it to my bedside table, breathing hard as tears fall down my face in utter frustration.“What the hell?” He turns with a smile, but seeing my tears, he stops in his tracks. a concerned frown overtaking those “What is it? Are you really this upset with me? I’m sorry, you know I can be mean sometimes, but it doesn’t mean anything. I didn’t mean anything I said.” He moves towards me, but I hold up shaky palms in complete soul-destroying desperation. Panic is sweeping me fully.“I don’t just like you. I love you.” I almost spell it out to him because I have to, slowly and firmly, voice trembling painfully, raising my eyebrow
Olivia’s POV:It’s our fourth day here in Santorini. The last two nights, I spent mostly with Emma and Theo and the mornings to myself. Ethan have me the entire day and I liked it. I’m in my bedroom, after showering and pulling on jeans and a T-shirt. I want to take a walk at the little plaza I spotted last night. My hair is on top of my head in a messy bun, and I am corresponding emails in New York.Harvey says my absence has been noted, and now that I am clear-headed and have some distance, I can see how shallow these people really are.I flop back on the bed, pulling Ethan’s stuffed bear, over my face and sighing loudly. I squeeze the stuffed toy tightly and quell the urge to scream into its soft little belly.“You could replace the bear with me. I hug back.” The familiar male voice catches me off guard as I yank the bear away and snap my eyes to the open door with a heart-hammering jolt.Brandon stands leaning against the door jamb a little sheepishly, and I have to stop myself fr