HATE TO LOVE YOU のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Olivia pov "Yeah, I did," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper as I stared at the floor, desperately trying to hide the heat creeping up my cheeks. The embarrassment was almost unbearable, and I could feel the weight of Sofia's gaze on me. Her jaw dropped in disbelief, and before I knew it, she had flopped onto the bed, her limbs flailing around like she had just hit the jackpot in some ridiculous game show. "Oh my god, Olivia, you actually did that!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and excitement, which only made my blush deepen. Ugh, this was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now! I couldn't stand the thought of being the centre of attention, especially not for something so cringe-worthy. And David—he was the root of all this nonsense. "Girl, you’re telling me you grabbed David's collar and kissed him? The David Dawson? The guy every girl dreams about, and the one you can't stand?" she shouted, her eyes wide with disbelief. I sighed heavily, feeling the f

David pov "David, David, where have you been? I've been calling you for the last minute!" A voice jolted me back to reality. I quickly cleared my throat. "Uh, yeah, I'm here. Go ahead," I replied as the guy in front of me nodded and started going on about how great his company is and how beneficial it would be for me to collaborate with him. I'm in Italy right now, stuck in a meeting room because of some urgent matter. I left a message for Olivia saying I had to go, but honestly, I can't shake this feeling of being out of it. As the CEO of a major company, I should be focused, but my mind keeps drifting back to that night with Olivia—her smooth skin, those curves, and those lips that drive me wild. It's frustrating because I shouldn't feel this way about her, especially since she's the daughter of the guy who's blackmailing me. But damn, I can't help but think about what I want to do with her. I want to hear her scream my name, to feel her in my arms, completely under my control

Olivia pov I was dozing off peacefully when the sun's rays started to warm me up. Mmmmm, I let out a little moan as I buried my face deeper into the pillow, inhaling that irresistible scent. Just as I was about to relax completely, my eyes flew open. Wait a minute, this pillow doesn’t smell like that, and why is it so tight? I blinked and saw David's face just inches from mine, his eyes closed and arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. My heart raced as I took in his chiselled jaw and those striking features, not to mention that intoxicating scent that could make any girl weak in the knees."Don’t look at me like you’re about to fall in love," he murmured in a sleepy voice, making my heart skip a beat as he opened his eyes. Those deep, dark pools seemed to hold a world of secrets, and for a moment, I was lost in them. "I... umm... let me go," I stammered, cursing myself for sounding so flustered. My cheeks felt hot, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body, makin

David pov One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—slowly, I shut my eyes, listening to the tick-tock of the clock on my office wall. The place is buzzing with chatter, but all I can focus on is that watch. Olivia is over there with her parents, avoiding eye contact after what went down earlier. Not that I care, right? "David, you jerk!" A voice snaps me back to reality. I turn around to see James, looking sharp in his three-piece suit. Thank goodness he showed up; I need a distraction from thoughts of how Olivia's thighs felt against my hand. "Why are you so late?" I ask, trying to keep it cool. He scoffs."Yeah, it’s all because I couldn’t decide what to wear." He waves down a waiter and orders us two drinks. Normally, I wouldn’t drink before something important, but right now, I down it to push Olivia out of my mind. "So, how’s my sister doing? Taking care of her?" James asks. I shoot him a look. "Go ask your brilliant sister," I snapped. He playfully punches my shoulder a

Olivia pov My legs are sore, my body aches, my vagina feels numb, and my jaw is still throbbing. I’ve already woken up, but I can’t muster the energy to open my eyes. The remnants of last night swirl in my mind like a fog, leaving me disoriented. I have no clue where I am or who I’m with; all I know is that I’m lying on a comfy bed, and a familiar scent is wafting through the air—something warm and comforting, like fresh linen mixed with a hint of cologne. I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering haze, and finally manage to pry my eyes open. The bright light streaming through the window momentarily blinds me, but as my vision adjusts, I realize I’m in my room. The white walls are glowing with sunlight, making everything look so pretty, almost ethereal. I turn my head slowly, and my heart skips a beat when I see David sleeping next to me. This is the second time I’ve found him like this on my bed, looking like a Greek god. Last time, he had clothes on, but now he’s co