CHAPTER SEVENTY: TIGHT NOOSE

Olivia’s POV

“Who the fuck is it?” I muttered as my doorbell rang, insistently.

I swing my door open and it was my Simon, standing there with his boxes, his face covered in frustration and anger. The sight of him caused a jolt of shock to run through me.

“What are you doing here? And with your boxes.” I demanded, my voice sharp and urgent.

He dropped the boxes unceremoniously on the floor and glared at me. “I did what you asked me to. Tried to fuck Catherine and Alexander caught me.”

My stomach churned as I tried to process his words. “How could you be so sloppy?” I asked, my voice tinged with exasperation.

“He was supposed to be in Spain!” He shot back, his voice rising in frustration. “How was I to know he’d be back early? You did this, you did this to me!”

“I didn’t ask you to go there and get caught!” I shout fiercely.

“Well I did and he kicked me out, not just out of the Manor… out of the Company too.”

“What! No no no no.” I paced, my anxiety bubbling over. “What the fu