67. Accident

OLIVER

I drummed my hands on the table as I read the same sentence over and over again. The words flew around, over my head and walked off the pages like theu had better things to do than let me stare at their nude form.

Ever saw sentences as naked letters lying there to be thoroughly scrutinized for understanding? Fuck! Did we even have their permission to read them?

Did that bastard even have the permission to meet up with her at will?

I was her guardian and protector. He should be busy protecting the city. Why stick his nose in my woman?

That came out wrong. She wasn't my woman, she was just… well.. my ward and my fake girlfriend.

I couldn't term her my sister, God no! Foster sister? That was far from it.

Fuck! I couldn't seem to concentrate, all my thoughts were playing out scenes of her kissing and moaning in his arms.

He didn't touch her the last time. I checked or at least, I'd like to believe I was right. I still felt guilty for falling for her seduction and sticking my