OLLIEWithout a second thought, Ollie let his legs took him towards June. He reached her side in moments, his arms sliding around her waist. She didn’t respond, didn’t even flinch. Her wide eyes stared ahead, vacant, as though she were lost somewhere far beyond the room they stood in."June." He gave her a light shake to pull her from wherever her mind had gone. When she didn’t respond, he tried again, this time louder. "June."She jolted, and her eyes darted wildly, scanning the room as though to make sense of her surroundings. Finally, her gaze landed on Ollie. She stared at him as if he were a stranger before recognition flickered in her eyes, followed by a wave of relief."Ollie." Her voice trembled as if he could make everything right. And he decided right there that he would, whatever it was."What is it, June?"June swallowed hard, her lips parting as if to answer, but no sound came out. Her gaze darted nervously to the floor. She seemed to fold into herself, her hands tremblin
JUNEOverthinking had always left June in bigger predicament. So, she had made a conscious decision to stop her thoughts from spiraling out of control. No analyzing. No questioning. Especially not about why she had suggested extending her role as Ollie’s fake girlfriend beyond the contract’s expiration date when she had spent weeks counting down to its end. No, she wouldn't think about anything. Overthinking had never been good.Instead, she would focus on everything else this strange arrangement had brought her. Like today being in a breathtaking gallery opening. This was her kind of moment she could lose herself in.She always loved arts, nature, and historic places. Basically, anything that always left her speechless in the best way, and this arrangement between Ollie had opened her up to experiences she deeply cherished."Excited?""Yes," June answered too quickly, wincing at the overt eagerness in her voice. "I mean. I have never been to an art gallery so..." The last part came ou
OLLIEThis was the first time the progression of a project didn't elate him. Ollie was always eager to quickly get over a project and move to a new one but it wasn't the case for this one. Because they would also mean letting June go and Ollie wasn't ready for such. Hell, he'd never be ready.He weaved through the crowd, his feet taking long strides towards June.His lips curled into a gradual smile, forming without his permission as he caught a glimpse of her brown hair. The fake dating had just started, and Ollie already couldn't help himself. As if he had been able to help himself before when it came to June. He'd lied about it being a show for David while it wasn’t for him. He needed to feel her, to touch her, to breathe her. He needed everything that was June.His smile faltered as quickly as it had formed, and his heart dropped into his gut. Standing too close to June, while speaking words he couldn’t hear was the last person he wanted near her. He'd warned his father to stay awa
JUNEThe air in the car was heavy with tension, punctuated by the tick-tock of the turn signal.She stole quick, fleeting glances at Ollie, searching his face for any sign of what he might be thinking. His jaw was set in a rigid line, and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the veins in his knuckles stood out. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t say a word.She suspected that what happened to Ollie was because of his father. She hadn’t heard their conversation, but she could see the animosity between them from miles away. They weren’t just on bad terms, they looked more like sworn enemies. Their relationship dynamics was off-putting, like they were in a competition. Which was crazy because one was the father and the other was the son.There was something deeply unsettling about his father, yet familiar, like an itch in her back she couldn’t scratch. Either way, she didn’t like him before they met, and she sure as hell didn’t like him now. He hurt Ollie so yeah, she hated
JUNE"So this is what will keep it from getting worse?" Ollie asked, his tone half-curious, half-amused, as June dabbed the ice pack gently on his palm.June chastised herself internally. Why had she impulsively invited Ollie in again?"Yes," she mumbled."Ah. I could have done it myself.""If you’d waited it could’ve gotten worse." She raised her head, words tumbling out of her defensively. When a skeptical smirk tugged at his mouth, she rushed to defend herself. "A friend of mine got her hand amputated because she waited too long. It was scary." June lied through her teeth.Deep laughter rumbled through his chest, filling the space. When she shot him a glare, he cleared his throat. "I see," he said, but it was clear he didn’t buy her story."You can leave now," she said, burning with embarrassment. Something must have possessed her then, but now, she was back to her senses.As June dropped his hand, Ollie’s finger wrapped around her wrist. "Keep applying the ice. I wouldn't want to l
JUNEJune didn't exactly hate cats but she didn't like them either. Plainly put she was scared of them. John had told her a made-up story about a cat right out of a horror movie when she was young. And now as a functioning adult in society, she couldn't get near cats, which was a pity because cats were really cute beings."It's just a cat, June," Ollie said from behind her."What if it scratches my eyes out," June whispered. "What if it scratches my intestines out?" She grimaced at the mental image, shaking her head to dispel the thoughts.A wisp of laughter escaped Ollie's lips, filling the air around them. "Does that cat look like it can do such?"June shook her head. "No." She knew that. It looked almost harmless but her brain wouldn't get the memo. The cat couldn't even be bothered by her, it just kept swiping its tongue on its leg."Deep breath." Ollie's voice was gentle, and she inhaled deeply. "Breath out." She exhaled. "Now carry it," Ollie said. "With a smile."With a silent
JUNEThe wave of excitement that rushed through her when Ollie’s name lit up her phone screen caught her off guard, leaving her frozen in place as she tried to process what just happened.She tilted her head slightly and let the phone ring as her thoughts spiraled.How had it come to this? Just three weeks ago, she was ready to not have anything to do with him. Yet here she was now, her heart was racing, and her stomach was fluttering, as though she were some lovesick teenagers eagerly awaiting the chance to hear his voice.She tried to count the seconds as the phone continued to ring. But by the fifth ring, she gave up, swiping the phone off the table with a little more force than necessary, and winced at her own eagerness.“What?” she answered in an aloof tone to mask her jittery excitement.“Can't pretend to be happy to hear my voice?” His deep, velvety voice slipped through the phone. It settled low in her stomach, being warm and unsettling all at once. It had only been three days
JUNEOf course, it was business. She looked away quickly before Ollie could catch any flicker of emotion on her face. What were you expecting, June? A date? Please. Stop setting yourself up.“So what’ve I got to do with that?” she asked, slumping back into the seat.“Good question,” he said and offered no explanation.June pursed her lips and didn’t bother pressing further. If he didn’t care to tell her, she didn’t care to know.They did not say another word to each other again until Olive pulled over in front the restaurant whose exterior was with aged brick walls spoke luxury, and polished brass awning. The place screamed exclusivity, the kind of venue that didn’t just serve food but offered an experience.Under different circumstances, she might have admired its grandeur. But knowing she was about to sit through who-knew-how-many hours of dull business chatter, June could hardly muster the enthusiasm to appreciate it.Her hand gripped the door handle as she prepared to step out. Be
Two years later. She did it. Finally, she was a certified interior designer. Today was another great milestone for her. With the help of the twins, her friend, Lola who couldn’t be here because she was several countries away And most especially her man. Who’d been with her through thick and thin. Whose loyalty never waver. Whose patience never ran thin. Whose love multiplied daily. Even when she moved across the country, to California, he’d followed her, he’d took charge, he’d been there for her. He’d stayed with her. He’d and made her take the backseat which she was very much pleased. He’d made her the happiest woman on earth. Her heart swelled with the ceremonial gown on her. “Oh my fu—“ Aiden’s exclamation was abruptly cut off when his eyes locked with hers. “Oh my.” He muttered under his breath. He’d become grumpier as he grew older. “What happened?” Amy’s puzzled gaze scanned the surroundings, searching for the cause of Aiden’s displeasure. A gasp escaped her lips, and she
Ollie had been practically glued to her side. He hadn’t been apart from her for more than a minute. And that was a stretch. He followed her around the house like a lost puppy. Whenever she took a step, he was around by her side. “What did you want? What do I need to do? Where are you going?” He would say with so much love and care. She wasn’t complaining at all about his clinginess. As a matter of factly, she loved so much. She missed him so much. Now that he was finally with her, she was never going to let go ever again. Being with him felt like she could finally breathe. She was genuinely happy. She couldn’t explain the level of joy his presence alone brought to her. They’d been indoors for four days without a pint of curiosity for the outside world. It could be burning down and they wouldn’t even care. As long as they were with each other. During those periods, they’d caught up with each other’s life. They’d shared their deepest insecurities. They’d made love so many times. Th
She was just out of the restaurant she worked part time when she bumped Rachel, Ollie’s step mother. When Rachel’s eyes met hers, the smile on her face broadened and Rachel instantly enveloped her into an embrace. “Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” Rachel’s voice carried a warmth of genuine delight. June returned the hug. “It is.” As Rachel withdrew, she added, “How have you been?” “I’ve been good. Thank you. What about you?” June asked. “I doing well dear. What else can this old lady do?” a shared laughter echoed between them. “What are you doing here?” “I work here.” June answered, her eyes meeting Rachel wrinkled corners. Rachel said with a low hum. “I’m a regular here and I never stumble across you.” “I work the evening shift.” She’d switched shift with one of her colleague who’d pleaded with her. “Must be the reason.” Rachel said, her hand resting on June’s shoulder. “By the way, I heard you broke my son’s heart.” June tensed up, unsure of what to response. “I…” She st
Max: Are you busy?Ollie: Yes. Max: See you by 7. At Eden.It wasn’t hard to make out Max in the bar. His blond hair stood out like a beacon in contrast with the subdued ambiance of the bar and his outfit. A black turtle neck with matching trench coat. When he flopped on the chair opposite Max, he said. “This has better be for a good reason or I might just kill you. ” Max leaned back, no words just a raised brow as Ollie’s hand sought for bottle positioned between them. Not caring what it was, he poured himself a generous measure into the glass. It felt dull as it slid down his throat. He’d gotten accustomed to the taste of liquor. They almost tasted like water to him. “Take another swig, you will need it.” Though, Confused at what Max was implying, he took another swig. The burn of the drink a familiar comfort. This was how he kept his sanity. This was how he kept going after June. She ruined him and he couldn’t even hate her for it. He'd accepted June the type of love he co
She’d been an unfixable mess since the breakup. Firstly, because there had been an unending swirl of chaos within her. Secondly, because life was still life. A colossal mess. She had no luxury to mourn a broken heart. Every morning, she rose to her feet, not because she wanted to but because she had to. She showed up at multiple part-time jobs until she broke a nail because she had to. To top it, she had to read for the exams.When she’d told the twins and Lola about her ambition, they were so proud of her. They mattered to her but deep down she wanted someone else praise. The persono who’d told her it was okay to dream and instilled this confidence into her to take a step towards her dream. The actual person who’d motivated her to take this risky step wasn’t there. At 2 am or 6 pm, when she ate, when she slept when she worked, when she studied. He was a constant pillar in her mind. She had no right to think about him but she couldn’t help it. He was everywhere. He was in every
It always worked. Work had always been a perfect distraction for him anytime he needed to push something aside and not think about it. Until now. Workloads upon workloads. It couldn’t stop the image of June burning the pages of his mind. It haunted him with vividness that made it impossible for him to concentrate. Her anguished voice echoed in his ears, refusing to fade. Her cruel words whipped him like a lash. Her pained face that he wanted to console even after everything.His brain had been on a maddening repetitive loop. We’ve had our fun. Fun?The word taunted him. All he wanted to do was drown thoughts of June out of his mind but everything he’d done proved futile. Seated at his cluttered desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork, but the weight of his workload did little to divert his thoughts. Three days. Twenty hours. And June hadn’t left his mind for a millisecond. Twenty hours of work a day had done little to distract him. June, even in her absence, was a r
He’ll leave you. He’ll regret ever being with you and he’ll leave you. Ollie’s father's words stuck to her, not leaving her mind for a tiny moment just like the ghost of his hand on the skin of her neck, she could also his word strong invisible vise choking her. That’s all it is to you. You don’t deserve him. Shaken by the incident, June’s hand trembled as she extended an arm to the car’s window control panel, her index finger pressing down as if seeking escape from the stifling words that had choked her She’d hoped that the breeze would ease the ache she was feeling. No, it didn’t Instead, it stung her skin with its painful lash. June was quick to wind up the window before slumping into her seat. The more her mind pounded on the words, the more it churned her inside and broke her into pieces. Her insecurities build with thick layers.He would leave you. Soon. He would. The words echoed once more, cutting deeper than any physical wound. An involuntary sob broke out of her m
A week later, June was meeting John at the said hotel. June found it weird that the hotel was deserted, and her eyes darted around in search of signs of life. They were just an old red peacock car and a surprisingly manicured lawn in sight. Before June could change her mind, she made a beeline to the lobby’s entrance. She just wanted to be over it as soon as possible. When she entered, her eyes glanced through the person seated in the corner of the lobby. He wore a fedora. John waved to her from the far end of the lobby. His face was hidden behind a baseball cap, casting a shadow over his features. She hadn’t recognized him at first, her eyes narrowing as she squinted to make out his identity.She sighed with relief and made her way to him. The creak of her footsteps on the grimy floor echoed through the desolate lobby. John’s eyes met hers as she approached, and he smiled croakily, the lines of worry etched on his face evident even in the dim light.“Hey,” she said as she droppe
A sense of uneasiness swept over her when she pulled open the door to reveal John. Her brother whom she’d forgotten existed until now. John's hand shot up, his fingers moving in a stiff, awkward wave as his lips formed a tight smile. “Hey.” “What are you doing here?” June raised a brow. It was a surprise that John had stayed away when she asked him to. But she was determined to report to the cops if he showed up at her doorstep back then. Now, three months had passed. It would be a big joke if he thought she would let him in again. John chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Our reunion went a lot better in my head.” His eyes darted through the dimly lit porch. Her lips pulled into a deep line of scowl. Reunion? After what had happened? The memories of the past twisted her inside into a tight knot.Her grip clenched around the doorknob. “Can you at least invite me in?” John raised a hopeful brow.“No.” she gripped the door’s edge and closed it in on her body, leavi