CHAPTER – 37

Olivia pov

I can't believe it—no results at all. I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath before trying again. Still nothing. Frustrated, I slam my laptop shut and toss it aside, letting my head fall onto the kitchen counter. How is it even possible that David could kill someone and no one knows?

Seriously, not a single news article about my stalker. Of course, he’s the top CEO, so he knows how to keep things under wraps, but that doesn’t excuse his lack of manners. Whenever he’s home, he’s glued to his work, and now he’s off travelling again right after that wild night at the ball. He ditched me right after our first makeout session, and I can’t stop thinking about him. The craziest part? I don’t even feel guilty about it. I don’t regret how he touched me or how I begged him to keep going.

After our hot sex, we went back to the party—he mingled with clients while I tried my best not to touch anything, not wanting to stir up drama again. We got home without a word; I headed to