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OLIVERFEW DAYS AGO"Send this to the HR and tell the manager to be in my office in the next twenty minutes. When is the launch date again?""Next week, sir," Victor picked up the pile of documents I had already checked out. "I'll inform the manager on my way out."Good. I glanced at my watch on my rolled up sleeves. Damn! It was just a few minutes past nine. When did I get here again? I still had about nine hours to go. Why did it feel like I've been stuck here all day?I reached for my morning coffee to rejuvenate myself and brought it to my lips, tipping my head back in a quest to taste-"You finished that a while ago, sir." he calmly announced to my surprise and I checked the cup and realised he was right."Oh," I put it down and set it aside, feeling a tad foolish. "When did that get finished?" I mumbled, having no memories of it. Did it leak out somewhere?"The minute you walked in, sir. And you've asked me that two other times," he pointed out. "You've been glancing at your watc
OLIVER "There you are," Victoria grinned as she approached me in her tight black micro mini skirt with a white tie top that had the first two buttons open, exposing her jiggling boobs with a bounce in her steps. Her blonde hair rested over her bosom and she pulled out a chair to sit. "Did you miss me? It's been three years-" "I'm even surprised you're still alive. I was looking forward to having your dead body shipped back. Cause of death? Gangbangs and dick overload," I reported with a straight face while she froze, eyes wide in shock. Victor's sniffling laugh broke the silence and a smirk tugged at her lips and mine. "Well," she flipped her hair and she reached into her bag to pull out an envelope, a voice recorder and a document sliding it on the table. "That's all I got in the sack." I ignored her pun and picked up the document handing it over to Victor who accepted it quickly and flipped through the pages while I opened the envelope. It was a rumpled picture of father and
OLIVER The silence continued on the way home and once we got in, she was rushing towards the stairs as if she couldn't wait to get rid of me all night. "Rebecca," I grabbed her arm to hold her back but she flinched the minute I touched her, snapping her wild and shocked gaze to me. Her eyes were red from the tears she shed in the car and the shock on her face and mine were a mix of confusion and anger. I saw the hesitation that crossed her face like she meant to apologise for how she just reacted but she shut her jaw and strengthened her resolve. She wasn't going to be that good, well mannered girl anymore, was what her body language read and she was going to try to defy all my words and orders henceforth. Fuck! This wasn't the time to be stubborn, Rebecca! I needed my complying and obedient employee and lover to trust me especially in these times. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you," her reaction hurt like a bitch but I pushed that aside to try and explain myself. "I didn'
OLIVER Rebecca was tense for some minutes, raising my suspicions as I began to imagine the absolute worst. An affair? Was she having an affair? That couldn't be possible! What time did she have for that? I always picked her up so early and made sure to keep my tabs on her. It wasn't because I didn't trust her, it was my grandfather I didn't trust but I still got a full report of her every day. She never talked to anyone for anything longer than ten minutes, she was admired by other men- no doubt, she was beautiful, sexy and I knew every man in their right sense was ready to stretch their filthy hands towards her but Rebecca only ever had eyes for me and she made it clear. "I want to know who he is, Rebecca," I demanded, my patience wearing thin. Her face hardened as she made up her mind, "It's none of your business. It's not like I ask you about what you do with Anne-" "I'm asking about you, not me," lunch dates, family events and every formal gathering. Our relationship was stri
OLIVER The next day, Rebecca didn't step outside for breakfast even after I had set the table. I made sure to cover up her food and put a note on it before leaving. The events of last night and how she backed away from me with the shock on her face was still fresh in my head. I knew if I had pressed-- I wouldn't have even needed to. She would melt at my feet and give in to anything I wanted to do with her body last night. I always found her attraction to me sexy and trusted in her body's honesty to continue to bring us closer. When she finds out the truth, would she still let me touch her or would she bolt to that detective guy and seek solace with him? I got into my car and Christopher said his greetings as he pulled out of the driveway to a destination I've always hated. "Send someone to get the CCTV footage at Rebecca's place and move her things back home. Be discreet." "Yes, Mr. Oliver." "Send the footage to Victor. He knows what to do with it." That detective just earned h
OLIVER My stomach churned with a tight ache as my vision blurred and the world seemed to spin. I shook my head every once in a while as the headache only intensified and the bile that threatened to push through my throat only grew stronger. Strong arm gripped me from the side with an arm around my waist for support. "What was it this time?" Victor asked with a grunt as if fed up from my actions. It was the damn cookie. The old man was too paranoid for his own good. "Have a seat," he grunted as he helped me seat while I clawed at my tie to get the tight thing off my neck. I felt like I was suffocating and the room was too hot. "Hurry," or might actually die from food poisoning after spilling out my guts. I tensed when I felt the sharp needle break into my arm and the cold contents shoot into my blood. The antidote would need a few minutes to work so I laid back on the couch in my office, trying to control my pants. "Shit! Jesus Christ, Oliver! You're not to taste a single thing f
OLIVER "I can't do it.” I strode across my office and took a painkiller from one of the drawers. Dwelling on the past would only bring about a headache. Call me a coward but I could never bring myself to tell Rebecca the truth of what happened that night and what happened to her parents. She would never forgive me. "Didn't you say you didn't want her forgiveness?" Victor poked at my wounds, ignoring my glare as I swallowed the pill and poured myself whiskey. "That's a bad combination-" he gave up when I drank it regardless. "It'd be easier if she remembers by herself," after all, I confessed to her the night before it all went down. The look of horror on her face still plagued my mind and when she walked away silently, I heard my heart break. I couldn't bring myself to relive that moment. Not now when she's suffered a great deal and now it felt as though she had to suffer again for her own wealth. The cars and the houses I put in her name were all bought with her father's laid fo
OLIVER "Rebecca!" I slammed my fist on the door again when I got no reply and my thoughts ran the craziest scenarios in my head. What if she jumped out the window or hung herself in retaliation? Shit! I never should've let her be by herself in the first place. My heart drummed in fear and panic as I continued to hit the door, attracting one of the bodyguards who had rushed up the stairs. "Get me something to break this with-" The door suddenly unlocked and it opened a bit where I could see her displeased face and deadpan eyes. "Jeez! Stop it, will you? I've been asleep all day." She sounded tired and although she looked the part, she had no idea the panic she just put me through. "Come out of there, right now!" I demanded. "No, I'm tired. I can't leave the house anyway so let me stay here--" "You haven't eaten anything all day. It's almost 1p.m. are you trying to kill yourself?" "I can't go out, I can't go to work, I can't live on my own. I can't do anything thanks to you an