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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
James, Olivia's scent filled my senses, and I adjusted myself on the couch. I could not believe I was doing this. I did not know if she was okay with this, but I would rather she was dancing for me than have all the men ogling her on stage. "Lock the door," I said and heard her inhale. I could tell she was nervous. I relaxed on the chair to watch her. Lin had insisted on using dim lights because Olivia wasn't bold yet. It was cute. She slowly walked to where I was in the sexiest outfit ever. I could see her red lace lingerie under her robe. She did not tie the robe, which gave the desired effect, my cock was already hard, but I tried to ignore it. The music started, and she began to move. Olivia was a seductress, and I loved it; I was excited and leaned forward to watch her. She moved to the beat. She started with the body roll, moving effortlessly. I increased the light with the lamp remote control in my hand, but she did not notice. Like my father, I had excellent night vision but
James, I entered the driver's side of the car while Oliva sat in the passenger's seat. I started the vehicle. My heart was beating fast sitting next to her. Who would have thought she was untouched? I felt like crap. I wondered how she felt whenever I referred to her as a prostitute and a charity case. I hoped she would forgive me. The dance was burned in my memory, and I wanted her badly. I was glad I did not move to take her in the VIP room. If she decides to make me her first, I plan on making it memorable. "Hello," Olivia said on the phone, and I wondered who she was speaking with. "Not to bother, John, I will find my way home tonight," She said, and I squeezed the steering wheel. Who was this John guy, and why was she friendly towards him? "Who is John?" I asked gently, trying not to sound authoritative, and she smiled. "A friend that drives a cab. He usually drops me at the street before the drive to the mansion at night. It is easier for me that way," she said, not thinkin