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I scream, pushing Harry off me. But immediately after I do so, I realise that it's not Harry at all. Oliver is the one, and Harry was a figment of my imagination.

"Isla, what's wrong?" Oliver asks me in confusion, and I try to wrap my head around things. He stares at me expectantly, waiting for an answer, but I have none.

How can I explain to him that I came to the image of another man instead of him? Worst of all, it's the man that Oliver is so insecure about.

"Nothing; it's nothing." I say to Oliver in the most unconvincing tone ever, and he stares at me warily.

"Isla, did I do something wrong? Was I too rough? I'm sorry; forgive me; it wasn't my intention." Oliver says in a desperate tone, and I'm shaking my head as guilt swells up in me.

“No, no, no. Don't say that; you didn't do anything wrong. I'm just overwhelmed; that's it. You were perfect. Everything about you is perfect." And that's the problem.

"Are you sure?" He asks me, and I nod.

"I'm sure," I say with a smile. "Let's g
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