Olivia’s POV:Brandon and I stand back and watch Lea and the baby being loaded into the ambulance, under the watchful eye of Eli, climbing in beside her, fussing around her and their baby, before waving our way as the doors shut and they are concealed from view.“I’m totally wired. I can’t believe she had the baby right there in front of us.” I beam childishly happy as I grip his arm, still bouncing around with the hyper energy that hit after the emotions cleared away. He grins at me indulgently, watching as I bop up and down like a giddy kid on a sugar high, and runs a hand down the back of my hair affectionately with his opposite hand.“It’s the adrenaline. You’re on a high. I always feel that way after a fight. You’ll probably crash soon and sleep the best you have in a while. It was gross but pretty amazing. Not sure I’ll be able to look at Lea in quite the same way, though.” He slides his arm out of my embrace and turns me slowly to him. “Maybe you should get cleaned up.”He gest
Brandon’s POV:I drop my chin again, looking down at my hands before finally meeting her eyes, completely lost.“I felt like I was kissing the girl I should have been kissing all along… Happy? Because this solves nothing, Liv. Harvey will be against this if he hears this and everyone will think I’m only after the inheritance that should have been mine. I will still be an a**hole in this story no matter what or who I choose.”“Go inside and get changed. You’re freezing and soaked through. You’re going to get sick. I’ll ask Joan for some of Lea’s clothes that fits you.”“Whoa. You can’t just leave it like this.” She cries after me as I move. “Yes, I can. This is not why we’re here; it can damn well wait until we get home.” I was walking off, obviously trying to put distance between us before she explodes.“F*ck you. Walk away then. See if I f*cking care!” Olivia croaked desperately.My instinct allowed me to turn around to throw her an angry look. I wish I could tell her what I’m real
Olivia’s POV:The drive home from the hospital was strained, mostly silent, and Brandon hadn’t even tried to talk me out of my mood. He left me to stare at the scenery, lost in my thoughts, and listen to the radio. I have lost all will to try today, and he is doing what he does best. Submerged in his head, mulling over God knows what and presenting that cool facade to the world as though he hasn’t a goddamn care. It makes me feel like punching him in the throat.And we have one night according to him to figure it out. What an a**hole.I’m hurt and angry, and I want to shake him until he realizes he loves only me, whether it’s true or not. This is driving me insane, and I wish he had never said anything about his feelings, wishing I was back to never knowing that he cared. I wonder if I should have stuck to the plan of cutting him off and keeping him out because I know it would be less agony than this dangling-on-a-thread thing he has me doing now.This isn’t how love is supposed to be
Olivia’s POV:“Drink?” Brandon cuts in.And it’s only now I realize he’s in the kitchen; he must have hightailed it and is holding up a bottle of beer that must belong to Eli, hence why she’s been staring that way adoringly. He rarely drinks the stuff. I guess he suddenly feels he needs one right now, and Alice looks equally surprised at his suggestion. I am too. It’s not like him to hit the booze.At least she’s no longer trying to become my soul sister and asking me for fashion tips.“Umm, sure.” She giggles nervously.She planned on coming here, that’s for sure.My nerves fray, my temper on edge, and I scan her over one more time disapprovingly.“Maybe we should take it to Lea’s library, just us.” He focuses on her pointedly, a serious tone to his voice, but for some crazy reason, Alice seems to have gravitated toward me even more. It’s starting to freak me out, and a glance his way shows only a normal looking, if slightly hyper, Brandon popping open the bottle of beer he grabbed f
Olivia’s POV:I showered early and waited in case the new parents decide to come from the hospital. The truth is, I didn’t get some sleep. Brandon came back so late last night I didn’t even hear him come home. I was asleep and oblivious to when he returned after tossing and turning myself unconscious. I don’t want to know anything about where they were, what they said, or what they did. I don’t even want to know when he showed up because my mind will probably point in directions that kill me about what they could’ve been doing half the night.I text Harvey and get nothing.“Hey.” He calls to me in a casual tone.I glance up, smile tightly, and go back to what I’m doing. Checking emails and some finishing touches for Ethan’s room. Not sure if I’m meant to be pissed or not anymore. I’ve lost track of whatever our last mood was, and to be honest, I am too exhausted for this. I want things between us to be normal again, for him to flop down and make me laugh or forget anything about where
Olivia’s POV:Brandon shifts his gaze to my hair, letting my arm go, and gently picks up a dark strand beside my cheek, twiddling it in his fingers with a serious expression running across that gorgeous face. I wish I know what’s running in his head now.“Are you ever going to make this light again? I miss the old hair, I miss you looking like the old Olivia.” He studies my face, a flicker of something in the depths, maybe a pang of reminiscence, and I’m hit by a jolt in my stomach that puts me back into my previous shyness.“Depends... Are you still buying me a sundae, Massive Douchebag?” I raise a brow his way, uneasily firing up sarcasm to lighten the heaviness of the moment.“Thought it was overrated?” He interjects and gives me a cute wink back. “Hmm, so are you, but I still occasionally enjoy indulging,” I smirk smartly, impressed with my quick retort, trying to move back subtly.I squeal when he bends down and hoists me over his shoulder effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, wit
Olivia’s POV:“That’s supposed to encourage me to leave?” He grins at me as I straighten back up to face him, cheeky and suggestive, with an eyebrow raised. The flashbacks of our shared romantic moments return to me, I feel hot.“Stay if you want, but you’re the one trying to stay platonic with everyone.” I throw back with a raised brow and sarcastic smile. His brow dips in an unamused frown that is still boyishly cute, and he walks out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. I’m not sure that is the reaction I want, but I’m in too much of a hurry to ponder.I walk out of my room sassily when I’m dolled up in the figure-hugging cocktail dress. It’s knee length, has a tight pencil skirt, and a bust-popping upper bodice with off-the-shoulder straps and a serious amount of boning to give me a vampy-tailored body. I think I’m even more in love with it now than I was the first time I tried it on, and it’s one of those dresses that look bland on the hanger but stunning on the body.
Olivia’s POV:He’s driving, strangely closed off, and I wonder if he’s contemplating his reactions. He automatically places his hand in my lap, moving to curve around my thigh, which means his fingers end up nestled between my legs sensually, just above my knee while keeping his eyes on the road. I look down at the way his hand is connected to my naked skin, in a gesture that I wouldn’t expect from him, more something I would expect to see Eli do to Lea and glance his way. He’s looking out the window, completely oblivious, and I don’t know whether to relax and accept this as innocent or enjoy the tingles and heat his possessive hold is giving me. Torn that this might be deliberate and disappointed he didn’t aim higher. It’s another little clue that his head is not thinking platonic where I’m concerned tonight, and I wonder if this is going to go anywhere, with a sense of excited nerves. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but he’s giving me different vibes tonight.I give thanks to my ch
Olivia’s POV:“Brandon!” The female voice startled us both and we turned to the direction where it came from.It was Alice. Standing in the open elevator. The woman always knows when to ruin a moment. For a moment, the idea of banning her from the hotel sounded like a good idea. For a bestie, she’s on Brandon’s a** most of the time. If she keeps this up, I might perform a cephalocaudal assessment on him every time we are together just to be sure she didn’t GPS tag him.I stare at Brandon, the man who just wholeheartedly professed his love for me and asked for one more chance to set things straight---like me, he was shocked to see her too. He looks back at me and shrugs his shoulder a little to let me know that he had no idea why his best friend popped in the middle of a heartfelt, almost life changing conversation.“A-alice?” He croaked. “W-what are you doing here?”Her attention was focused on him, to Alice I was nonexistent. “I need you…my mom…s-she had a terrible accident…” Alice b
Olivia’s POV:“Why would I do that?”“I want you. That’s all there is to it. I want to show you that you don’t have to fear me and maybe prove you can trust me.” He gets straight to the point, lifting my hand into his and slides his fingers between mine to hold me tenderly. I stare at our entwined digits, feeling his heat flow into my cold, smaller one and gaze at it, disconnected. The space around me is surreal, as though I’m dreaming. I should lie down. I’m verging on passing out at this rate.“I didn’t know what love was, maybe I did but I was in denial. What was staring me in the face.It's softening me to him a little. Aware that I’m weakening, I slide my hand away quickly to pull myself together. I’m not that feeble or stupid. I move away to get some breathing space, my body giving in from holding itself up. I exhale heavily. So many emotions are flooding me, and I’m exhausted. It’s too early for this, and I’ve had an emotional few hours prior. This all feels surreal and crazy
Olivia’s POV:He sounds how I feel. Like he knows that this is pointless, and the past is more than can be overcome. I just wish he could make me understand more. My instincts tell me that he’s not completely honest with me and that’s what I want to know.“So, what changed?” My voice cracks. I promised I wouldn’t but here I am.“I can’t lose you…that’s what I know, Liv.”His voice is wracked with strained emotion. I never knew a sentence could rip my heart to shreds, but that one does. Choking me with a lump in my throat, so I have to swallow hard and breathe through another sob. He impulsively reaches one hand towards me, retracts and shoves them both in his pockets as though he assumes it will make him less likely to invade my space. He shuffles on his feet uncomfortably, looking ashen, and I start to go numb as my body takes over to shield me from hurt. Tears are rolling down my face, but all that goes with them dulls. I’m so exhausted.“If that’s true, then why did you leave me th
Olivia’s POV:The hotel’s top floor was a presidential suite. The most expensive suite in the hotel and it’s reserved for a Moroccan prince two days from today. While my faith to my hotel staff was strong---I make it a point to personally inspect premium rooms. Before he showed up in my office, it was already in my to-do lists. Maybe that’s why I chose to flee here.If he isn’t lying, if he means what he says, it explains a lot from the past few weeks about his change. I don’t understand why, though. Nothing happened that made him suddenly grow feelings for me. I left, he found me; we carried on. Nothing at all to sway how he saw me. I had to support my body from falling, I was so confused I didn’t hear the elevator open again.“You just can’t take a hint, do you?” I snarled.“I’m not good at this.” He blurts it out in an almost painful rush of words as I glance at him again. That broad set of shoulders on that powerfully large body sagging slightly, the drop of his chin as he looks
Olivia’s POV:“Liv, I love you.”I let out a painful laughter. At this point, I no longer care what people are going to say. “I’m supposed to believe you now because you decided to stop playing with my emotions? Am I supposed to swoon at your feet and forget it all because … Oh, my Lord … Brandon Pembroke actually loves me?” I spit it at him, tears clouding my vision from the sheer force of everything coming out. Voice breaking, but I don’t care. He has me stripped naked and raw in all my painful glory, and now he can suffer the consequences of that.It’s nothing but a game to him, I don’t need a book to tell me that. I repeat this to myself like a mantra and try to block out how his eyes are devouring me.“It wasn’t like that. It was … complicated.” He looks around him uncomfortably, uneasy at his lack of control of the outcomes, but I don’t care. I want him to feel awkward and uneasy. He has no clue what it’s like not to be the man moving the chess pieces. The one in control. It’s n
Olivia’s POV:“You lying son of a b*tch.” I hate him for even trying.“I’m not lying. Why do you think I have spent weeks trying to show you that things are different? I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I knew this would be the reaction if I came out and said it. I needed you to have a reason to believe me first, so I had to prove it to you. I knew you would run otherwise because you had no reason to trust me.”He moves towards me suddenly, but I recoil and sink slightly into my weak position, shifting to the corner of the lift in a half-crouched fetal position. Still so afraid of this man’s ability. He pauses, seeing my apparent fear as it envelops me, and holds still. Raising his palms a little to indicate he won’t come any closer, he has to grab the door as it starts to close again quickly. Keeping his hands locked firmly on the sides of this box-like prison.I’m no fool. I’m vulnerable and unable to hold my own against him. He proved that so many times in the past. He d
Olivia’s POV:I thought I’d feel better after getting my revenge. I do not. He refused to leave my office. He was standing there for what seemed an eternity. So, I have to leave. I rose from my chair and left my office in haste. My destination? The top floor. It’s empty now.“Where are you going?”“What is it to you?”“I’m not done talking to you.”“Well, I am!” I shouted as I made my way to the elevator, ignoring guests and hotel staff throwing suspicious glances our way.The elevator is just a few feet away. The universe is in my favor because it’s empty. Only a few steps left. Three steps, two, one. Close. Wait. It’s supposed to close! “What?” Everything in me halts to some weird frozen moment, I know it was him.Brandon is standing in the there facing me while he holds the doors wide, only feet apart and so close to escaping. My body stills. I openly stare at him in complete shock. Brain stuttering on his words and unable to react whilst in a state of disbelief.“Liv, I love you.
Brandon’s POV:Two days have passed by since I left Olivia in that devastating scenario. I took the time off work because I couldn’t bear to see her. When I arrived at my office, all my stuff were gone. As if no one existed in that room. Not a speck, not a pin. It seemed brand new, repainted judging from the fresh white walls. My office walls used to be gray.“Joe?” I called for my assistant who was so punctual, he’s ten minutes early before employees clock in. His desk was empty. “Where’s Joe? What happened to my office?”A hotel employee who was passing by approached me. Her eyes gleamed with amusement. Obviously, there’s something she knows that I do not. “Hi, what are you doing here sir?”“W-what am I doing here?” I sputtered out of disbelief. “I work here! Now, I want to know where my assistant is and what happened to my office?”I looked around, assuming this was a prank but my guts tell me something is going down. I secretly hate myself for preferring to work at home than the o
Olivia’s POV:It’s almost dawn, and I’m lying on my bed. I’ve barely slept, waiting for him to return, with a million thoughts running through my brain, tormenting me into oblivion. Thankfully, his phone is here, not smashed, despite hitting a marble floor. At some point, I regained enough sense to wander over and pick his things up, like a mute zombie trying to find something to do besides stare at a closed elevator. I left them on the kitchen counter. I paced like crazy, cried myself sick with heartbreak, disappointed in myself, then ended up in here hoping to try and sleep.I’m wretched and anxious, and I keep seeing that ragged, torn look on her face as though I had just slayed her entire family with a dirty spoon right before her eyes. I keep thinking about how he ran away and after her and the excruciating pain that causes me. To ponder what is even happening anymore. He chose to leave when the choice was thrown in his lap, and his instincts took over. His actions told me loud