James. I lay on my bed after I had showered. It was my day off, and I intended to enjoy the party I was throwing. All my friends would be present, and I was grateful that Emily wasn't around. Being with her was becoming more difficult, and Chloe's pressures were not helping either. All I could think of throughout my shower was Olivia's red hair and green eyes. The girl was a beauty, and I felt attracted to her. I had been attracted to her from the first time I saw her, which was why I did not want her around me. I did not want to be distracted. I was already committed to someone else and did not want to break Emily's heart, but it was getting more complex. I knew I should stop thinking of her, but I couldn't. She was well-behaved and adorable. I would believe she was innocent and naive if I did not know about her past. The pull to her was strong, and I found my heart doing somersaults whenever I was around her. I would stop to watch her while she strolled in the gardens. I knew she wa
Olivia. James left me breathing heavily. I could not believe what we had just done. His kisses were sweet, and his touch was enthralling. In those moments we kissed, nothing mattered. I wrapped my legs around him; I wasn't thinking straight. I knew it was wrong because he was with someone else, but I could not help it; I wanted him and believed he wanted me, too. I was glad he came to his senses and found the will to stop because I wouldn't have stopped him. My hormones were raging; there was no way I would have had the will to stop him. He was already engaged to someone else, which meant he was taken. What we did was wrong, but I doubted if I would be able to stop myself next time. I closed my eyes and lay on the bed, trying to calm myself down. I decided to touch myself to calm down. It was the only option I had. I had a clear image of him in my head while I touched myself. I imagined he had gone all the way with me. I kept at it until I came and my body was relaxed. I cried after
Olivia. I had never been to the breakfast lounge before. This would be my first time there, and I was nervous. I wore a short orange cotton dress and packed my hair in a ponytail. I was anxious to the point of almost biting my nails. I doubted I would be able to keep anything down. I dreaded meeting everyone, including James, because I was pining for him in the worst way possible. He was like that forbidden fruit that I wanted to bite. When I arrived there, I was scared; Emily sat next to James, Chloe was with her husband, and a seat was reserved for me next to Paul. Paul smiled at me, and I nodded. I went to sit next to him. "Good Morning, Alpha James, Alpha Chloe, Beta Paul," I said and did not know how to address Emily and David because I did not know their titles or last names. They weren't my friends, so I could not address them by their first names. "Are you being selective?" Chloe replied, and I shook my head immediately. I did not want to offend anyone. I was a guest in the
James Sitting at the breakfast table with Emily by my side made me cringe. I knew I had hurt Olivia. I could not look at her in the dance room when my mother asked who she was. I pushed it to Paul, and I knew she was hurt. I felt it. But I also knew it was best to leave things like this. We had no future together. I was ashamed when she explained to my parents how she ended up in the park. I was the one that told Chloe how we met her, and she had told Emily and David. I wasn't comfortable seeing Paul attend to her. I thought he told me he had no feelings for her, then why was he holding her hand, comforting her, defending her and serving her food? Were they screwing? Did she go to Paul after I walked away from her room that night? I did not want to have issues with my brother, so I decided I would ask him when we were alone. "I need to get joggers," Olivia said to Paul without looking at me. "It is okay. I will wait," Paul replied gently, and she thanked him and walked away. Why wa
Olivia. I knew I needed to leave the mansion. James was stuck with Emily. I knew I would end up getting hurt if I remained. My time in that house was also limited; the quicker I distanced myself from them, the faster I would be able to stabilise my life. Besides, I did not want any more hostility from Emily. I was sure she knew of the kiss, which was why she was extra mean. It was hard admitting my family background to James' parents. It was shameful, and I doubted they would want their son involved with a daughter of a pimp and prostitute. My family background wasn't good, but I did not care. I was proud of myself, and no one or nothing could take it away from me. When James tried to speak to me during my walk with Paul, I thought there was hope. His eyes showed longing but asking me to be his friend had sealed my fate, and I was over it. I really liked James, which meant a lot to me because he was the first guy I fell for, but how he behaved after the kiss broke my heart. He had a
BEFORE THE INCIDENT AT THE CLUB James. I tried to tell my mother about my decision to end my engagement, but unfortunately for me, my parents decided to go on a spontaneous trip to Santa Braee. I doubted they would be back anytime soon, and telling them my decision over the phone would be rude. The only normal thing to do was to announce the breakup to the entire island, but I did not want my parents to hear about it on the news, so I decided to give it time. Olivia said she would be with us until she took her exams; I believed everything would be resolved before then. I noticed she had been avoiding me, and I did not know why. Paul said he rarely saw her, and I believed she was doing all she could to remain invisible in the Moon mansion. I expected that much after all that transpired between us. I was torn. " Hey," Paul said, entering my office. He had spent a week in Eastwood with Chloe and was beaming. Sometimes I believed he preferred her to me. "How is the troublemaker?" I as
Olivia. I was still in shock by James' words. His eyes were misty, and I knew he expected me to return the kiss like the first time, but I could not be a fool twice. "Take us to the holiday house," he told the driver, and I frowned at him. "I can't afford to lose my job," I protested. "Don't push it, Olivia," he said to me, sounding mad. "I have done nothing wrong." I protested, and he gently intertwined his fingers with mine. His eyes were misty, flickering between his wolf and his. "Please, Olivia. I am begging you to be quiet. When we get to the house, we can talk. Please," he said, and his actions shocked me. I could not believe my eyes. He had tears in his eyes. I thought he wanted to be just friends, yet he could not stand me dancing. I tried to calm myself down, then took my hand from his and buttoned the shirt I had on. It was big and covered my body well. "Thank you," he whispered, and I did not bother to say anything. I could not believe the nerve he had. He avoids me
Olivia. I saw a completely different side to James during our late dinner. He was relaxed and cracked a lot of jokes. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, and I could not believe I had this much effect on him. It was amazing to see. "I want us to spend a few days here, Olly. You can go to the club from here, but you only dance for me." He said with a wink, and I smiled at him. "I will ask Paul to join us so you can be more comfortable. Is that okay?" he asked, and I nodded. I missed hanging out with Paul and was glad it would be possible. He put down his fork and looked at me with a serious expression. "I am sorry I called you a prostitute and told my sister you were a prostitute. I hope you can forgive my blunder." He said, and I knew he was sorry. His remorseful eyes said it all, and I nodded. We went up the stairs, and James insisted we watch a movie. I fell asleep halfway through it. I woke up on an empty bed with a note on a pillow. "My darling Olly, I had to