Chapter 31

Twenty days.

Twenty days. And the night was still fresh in her memory. It played in her mind like a tape recorder without a stop button. She hated it as much as she loved it. Every inch of her body memorized him. 

Revolted by it. But could gladly relive it. 

Her feelings were like two sides of a coin.

Her skin lingered on every burning touch of his. Every kiss. Every taste. Every heavenly sensation. And she disliked that it did. 

 It had also been twenty days since she heard from him. 

She wanted to forget it. How she’d felt. How Ollie had addressed her with a judgmental look. How he managed to say a lot without saying much. How he didn’t listen to her and had made a judgment about her—only with his eyes. 

She was familiar with eyes that her too quick to judge her and voices eager to lash at her. She grew to not let it hurt her because she was used to it. It happened every day. In the club and her daily life. 

But it coming from Ollie stroke her with an unaccustomed pain. It was like she was been stabbed with a knife with his look and his voice. 

She’d thought that he had seen her differently. But he was just like everyone else. Judging her and making assumptions about her. 

She was familiar with the demeaning gaze. She was used to it. But, from Ollie made her skin crawl. It filled her with disgust. It stung so much. 

Ollie wasn’t supposed to hug her or kiss her. The sooner she accepted that what was between them was just sex and nothing more the better.

 And the sooner she accepted that he was going to judge her and think the worse of her like everyone else. He would think of her as a whore who sleeps around. That was what everyone viewed her as after all. 

Why should he be any different from them?

“June!”

She snapped out of her thoughts with a rising pulse. 

After catching her breath, she raised her head to meet Daisy’s gaze. “What?” she said sternly, in no mood for a fucking fight right now. 

“Maeve wants to see you.”  

June blinked twice. “Why?”

Why would Maeve want to see her? Her mind went on a ramp of theories. 

“Don’t know,” Daisy said. She bit her lips as if hesitating. “Umm. . . Are you okay?”  

Looking at Daisy through her heavy lids, June said between her nose. “What do you care?” 

“Jeez, I’m just trying to be nice.” Daisy rolled her eyes at her. 

“I don’t need you to be nice to me. Isn’t that a little late for that?” 

Daisy gaped at her as her shoulders slumped. “Now who is the bitch?” She muttered something inaudible under her breath as she walked away from her. 

June washed her hands over her face, regretting her choice of words. If that was an olive branch from Daisy, then she screwed it up. 

She took a deep breath. 

 If only she could get Ollie out of her head and move on with her life like nothing had happened. But no, she had to mull over it time and time again. Overstressing herself. 

Asking herself silly questions. 

Was he that disgusted by her? 

Did he hate her so much that he didn’t want to see her again? 

 Would he cancel the contract between them? She should be happy if he did cancel the contract. She paid the debt already. 

Besides, This wasn’t fun. Sometimes, he would make her feel like she had the world right in her palm. Other times he would make her feel shitty, and burden her with unwarranted feelings. 

 So why did feel, distasteful when he hadn’t reached out when she should be happy that she was out of his shackles? 

So what if he didn’t want to see her? If he felt disgusted by her? If he thinks she has sex with His frenemy, Theo? 

His opinion of her shouldn’t matter so much. She shouldn’t care too much. He is just a man and what men do. 

She was interrupted when Lola walked into the room humming, she stopped in her track and gave a once-over. “Are you okay?” 

“Can everyone stop fucking asking me if I’m okay?” She yelled. 

“You are definitely not okay,” Lola whispered shout. 

June scowled. “I’m fine.” The word flew out of her clenched teeth. 

Standing to her feet, she dragged herself to Maeve’s office. She should be biting her nails, thinking about why Maeve wants to see her. But she was drained to care for what she did wrong this time. 

Get hold of yourself June. 

She sighed heavily before she creaked the door open. Biting her lips as she strode in. She forgot to knock. Damn, she hoped this doesn’t add to whatever offense Maeve had against her. 

Maeve sat behind a desk table focused on a pile of paper in her hand. She raised her head and addressed her briefly before turning her gaze down to the papers attached to her hand. 

June slumbered toward the desk, stopping at the edge. 

“Daisy said you want to see me?”

Maeve pulled out an envelope from her drawer and threw it across the table. “That’s your pay for tonight.” 

Pay? Why was she getting paid when she had sat out the whole night? Even if she was going to get paid for some reason unknown to her. It shouldn’t be from Maeve.