Billionaire Next Door

Blurb

Having been an orphan at a young age, Olivia Mathew finally braves the world of unknown all by herself. Moving to another place is not an easy job, not when there’s nothing definite for her. Not until she receives a phone call about a new job that will turn her world upside down.

Luke Hemmington is a man of perfection. Rich and well-known in all of Europe, people looks up to him. But Luke is anything of the perfect picture everyone sees him to be. There are so much skeletons living in his closet that it’s threatening to ruin him.

Olivia is not your typical damsel in distress princess. She will do everything in her will power to get her happy ever after. Because who says that love is a walk in the park, roses and sweet kisses?

Luke will push her beyond limit to save her from the complications that comes with loving him. But how long can one hold his resistant when she’s so damn hard to ignore?

The two different worlds crash together makes a heck of a star bursts!

 

Chapter 1

Olivia

"It'll be nice if for once you'll loosen up and come with us, Liv." Hannah moan sprawls over my bed. The two of them are knocking on my door nearly taking it off its hinge just to try to pick me up.

College life had just ended a couple of months ago, and the duo has been spamming me with texts to hang out. Having enough, they drop by my apartment hoping to drag me out of my apartment.

I feel bad for turning them down all the time and making all this effort just to ask me to go out with them is a problem.

Projecting my most sincere voice, I tell her, "I can't, Hannah. I've got an interview today, and it's a huge one."

"And here we are hoping that we can steal you." Jen chimes in.

"I swear you'll kill yourself too early with your workaholic obsession,"

If anything, Jen knows when I really cannot go with them. She may be annoyed that I keep declining, but she understands. It's not like Hannah doesn't, but she's more persuasive and doesn't know the word give-up.

Jen got to her feet, pulling Hannah onto her feet as well. "We both know that Livvy won't budge so we might as well save our energy, Hannah."

Hannah pouts like a kid who doesn't get her way making Jen roll her eyes at their friend.

The two look almost like twins. Jen is a petite woman while Hannah is leaning more on a slim body. They're both tall with sun kissed skin, and sea salt blond hair. They are almost identical in height. Everyone mistakes them for twins but Jen has a greyish tone in her blue eyes where Hannah is leaning more on cornflour. I'm the outcast from the three of us. Small, curvy, with reddish brown hair and my fair complexion. I look like a cuddly bear with my matching soft curls. So much further than my two model looking friends.

"If you promise to treat us if you get a job, I won't hold a grudge against you, Liv." Hannah bargains, certainly not one to leave without a fight.

"I've not accepted yet." I point out.

Hannah frowns, "That's precisely the reason. And it's not like it'll be hard for you to get in."

I sigh, "I hope so."

"All the best to you, Liv." They chorus despite having to go without me.

I got a message from them five minutes after they left.

I hope you have fun with your summer, Liv.

There's a bitter note at the end of Jen's statement, and I can't blame her for it.

Getting ready, I head towards the shower, letting the warm water beat softly on my back helping my tense muscles loosen up.

I take a long relaxing shower, and after I'm done, I wrap the fluffy towel around my body. Barefoot, I pad towards my connecting room, heading straight to my closet.

I pick a white floral polo shirt along with my smart black pants. Then I settle in front of my old vanity mirror and start with a natural look I always go for at events like this. I don't fuss with my hair much, letting it tumble over my shoulder as it dries naturally.

With a pair of green eyes smiling back at me, I give myself a pep talk before making my way towards the house key hanging at the back door of my room.

On my haste, I run into a wall or so it seems.

I stumble on my feet, but a pair of hands steady me before I fall right on my butt and make a fool out of myself.

"Woah. Are you okay?" a deep baritone asks.

My eyes slowly raise up from a pair of hands that catch me to the stranger's blue eyes looking into mine.

He's wearing a simple shirt and wash out denim jeans that compliment his powerfully built body. He's not wearing something extravagant, and yet somehow, he makes it look like it's branded clothes he's sporting. It doesn't help that his midnight black hair is messy but in a good way. It's like he just woke up.

Remembering myself, I mumble, "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking."

Those eyes study me as if searching for the truth in my words. Then his stormy blue eyes brighten up I swear it's abnormal.

"If my gram finds out I'm not looking to my surrounding, she will chaste me with a baton and heat me with to death."

A laugh escapes my lips, surprising myself.

"And you know what's worse? She doesn't care who's around!"

I laugh harder, easing the stomping elephant in my stomach and making me forget about the big boss I will have to face later in the interview.

I frown, "I'm the one at fault." I point out.

"That's beside the point. She doesn't see it that way." he smiles, winking at me.

For some reason, I feel at ease with him making me smile without me knowing.

Catching a glimpse of my watch, I look at the time.

Shoot, I'm running late.

All of a sudden, his hands drop, making me miss the warmth that's there a second ago.

He scratches the back of his head, causing his biceps to flex.

Without knowing why, I let him know that I have an interview today.

His brows raise up. "That's good news. Well, good luck!"

I smile. "Thank you. I need that."

He says that he just lives around the corner and that maybe some time we can have a proper introducing each other. I agree despite knowing that there's a fat chance that our path won't meet again.

*

Luke

 

I am thinking of a way to deal with my father when I see him a little later when I crash into someone. To be exact a woman. My hands reach out right away to catch her, catching her by the waist.

"Woah, are you okay?" I immediately ask.

A pair of emerald green eyes meets blue ones, taking me aback. Those almond shaped green eyes blink at me in confusion, frowning. For a moment, I thought that she would bite my head off for nearly crushing her. But I am momentarily surprised when she says...

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." a small voice mumble.

She's shorter than most women I'm always with and far curvier. But she seems bigger than her size with the way she carries herself. Her head held high, her eyes meeting mine directly. Defiance burns in those eyes, yet she balances it with politeness.

My brain stops working for a second that I just say whatever nonsense I can think of.

"If my gram finds out that I'm not paying attention to my surrounding, she'll kill chaste me with her baton."

A chiming bell escapes her lips, the corner of her eyes crinkling with a smile.

I repeat something stupid just so I can hear her laugh once more, finding myself anticipating to see the laughter in those eyes.

Unconsciously, she looks at her watch as if she needs to be somewhere really important.

I drop my hands, remembering myself.

Scratching the back of my head, I once again apologize for the incidence.

"I have an interview to be right now," she says, nibbling on the bottom of her lips. She does it thoughtfully not realizing the things she's doing to me.

Clearing my throat, I say, "Well, good luck."

I watch as her figure fades out, only then I move out of my spot. Those emerald green eyes memorize me; she captures my interest the very moment those small pink lips open.

"Well, Luke. You have an interview to conduct yourself so get your sorry ass moving." I tell myself, standing on one spot like an idiot.

I'm pretty sure that paparazzi will like a glimpse of me looking like a lunatic staring out into space. It's something they like to make a big deal of in the news these days, giving my father small waves of a heart attack each time.

 

*

Olivia

 

 

I end up taking a taxi instead of a bus. It makes my wallet cry, but at least, I will get to Hemmington early.

 

Looking out the window, I watch as the trees roll by in a blur until skyscrapers replace the trees.

 

Ahead of us, the Hemmington building can be seen even from far away. Only in that moment have I feel the reality.

 

This is it...

 

Butterfly’s fluttering inside my tummy. I'm both excited and nervous.

 

I had always dreamed of to be a part of an organization to share ideas with. I love collaborating with new people and learn something new from them each time. That's what I’ve been doing all my college life.

 

I know deep inside; I have what it got inside me, but I can't help but feel nervous. This is far more serious than the part-time jobs I've worked in the past which only consists of waiting tables and other small jobs.

 

Not realizing that we're already there, the taxi driver snaps me out of my thoughts.

 

"Ma'am?" he looks at me through the visor mirror expectantly.

 

Quickly searching through my bag, I hand him a fifty note.

 

I linger inside for a couple of seconds, torn between heading towards the building or turning back home.

 

The driver follows my gaze, looking back at me.

 

"First day of work?" he asks, motioning towards Hemmington company.

 

eyes sweep to him. "I have an interview."

 

He nods slowly. "I heard that the owner's son would be taking over soon. Everyone despises him." The driver has a disappointed look in his eyes, shaking his head.

 

I choose not to say anything. The CEO's family is not what I come here for, and I better be thinking of what I will say before meeting the big boss.

 

Thanking Mr. driver, I got out, watching the taxi fades in the distance.

 

Taking a deep breath, I follow along a sea of businessmen rushing to get to their rightful place. I take note how everyone seems to be on their phones or too busy with their thoughts to notice people around them.

 

This is the life I have to get accustomed if by chance I get to work in Hemmington group. There's nothing like the lively, West Virginia I grow up to where everyone knows everyone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Jocelyn

Rita points me to the fifth floor and then instructs me to turn left once I'm there. Catching up with the people going in the elevator, a gentleman holds the door for me until I manage to squeeze myself in.

"Good morning, sunshine." he smiles, a nice toothpaste model type of smile. He's the same guy who kindly waits for me even though the people behind us are mumbling their disapproval.

 

I smile back, unable to help myself. "Good morning, how are you today?"

 

“Stress, but holding up. I don't suppose you've been working here for long or else I would know those jewel green eyes."

 

Heat crawl up my neck to my face. I can practically feel the burning glare the people behind us are doing.

I don't have a problem receiving a compliment, but we're in the elevator, and everyone can practically hear what is being said. It's uncomfortable being in this kind of situation, but thankfully the elevator reaches the fifth floor.

 

It happens that Mr. Friendly is on the same floor as me.

 

His strides are long, but he adjusts to my pace. "Woah, that seems so long." He breathes, losing his neck tie.

 

I nod in agreement. "It looks like they want to kill the both of us for delaying their precious time."

 

He laughs. "I swear you're not from around here." he comment, thoughtful.

 

"Maybe that's because I'm only here for the second time. First when I applied and second now for an interview."

 

He educates me a little about the company and how the mechanics work in here, he also assures me not to worry much about the people who act like a pompous ass. Not my word, but his.

 

"But you seem to hold yourself alright, Jocelyn. That's something coming from someone who hasn't been here for so long."

 

By the time, we turn to the left, we get to know each other's names. I don't know what position he holds here, but we settle for a first name basis. He's like a guy friend I never have.

 

Up ahead of us I can see the intimidating Prohibited sign in a closed oak door.

 

We slow to a stop. "He might be there already."

 

The stomping elephant in my stomach come back, and suddenly I want to run the other way.

 

Jeff seems to notice my nervousness that he reassures me that I'll be fine and will do good. "He'll like your spirit, Josh, don't worry."

 

I am forced to suck it up because even though he's not saying it, I know that he's running late himself for work. I notice that everyone here works according to their precious time and who won't do so when Hemmington corporation is one of the top ten companies in New York.

 

Knocking softly, I push the door, holding my breath.

 

The breath is knocked out of my lungs when I walk in on a man who's practically half naked.

 

He is buttoning up his polo shirt when I walk in, but it does not cover him enough for me not to glimpse on his chest.

 

I instinctively cover my eyes and apologizes profusely. "I did knock," I tried to explain myself, standing there awkwardly.

 

"It seems like we have a funny way of meeting each other, Jocelyn."

 

I froze.

 

How does he know my name?

 

I peak through my fingers, catching him grinning at me. He's now fully cover sitting on a swivelling chair behind the desk.

 

"You can look now, Jocelyn." he let me know.

My name rolls off his tongue naturally like he's been speaking my name for so long. I don't really like my name, it seems old and boring, but with him, my names sound exotic. Like it holds beauty to it somehow.

 

I drop my hands beside me, looking at him fully now. I am not able to recognize him at first, but now that I'm looking properly he seems familiar.

 

"The guy who crash into you earlier, remember?" For a second he looks hopeful, or I might just be imagining it.

 

A light bulb switches on in my head, recognizing that blue eyes and lopsided grin.

 

I cannot believe my luck today. "Here I thought the boss's already here."

 

He frowns, "But I'm the boss."

 

For a moment, I cannot process his words, blinking at him, totally lost. I probably look really stupid, but I just cannot believe my ears.

 

"Are you saying who you said you are?" I find myself saying.

 

He gestures towards the seat, "Why don't you take a seat and I will enlighten you, Jocelyn."

 

I take the offered seat, thrown off guard.

 

The man who I carelessly dismiss earlier is my future boss. The odds cannot be this against me.

 

He is on the phone mumbling something I can't hear but that's probably he's trying to buy time to turn me down.

 

All of a sudden, his focus is on me, and I feel like a dear on a headlight.

 

"I see that you meet Jeff already. He said that you're perfect for being my assistant."

 

I don't know what surprises me more. The fact that Jeff's connected with him or that he forgets that I practically question his status in this company. Or better yet, casually telling me that I'm the perfect assistant for him.

 

"Look I know that I'm not what you expect to be a boss but I'm not one to scare off people. My only question here is, are you ready to be my assistant?"

 

His eyes burn a hole in me, the intensity in those blue eyes is making my thoughts go all over the place.

 

Being an assistant of Hemmington CEO is a job that cannot be taken easily. And although this will be my first job in a world of business, I do have the knowledge but it’s still daunting to be offer as big as a responsibility of being an assistant of the boss.

*

 

My previous assistant is fired for being caught making out with me if that blissful moment can be called making out but I'm not complaining. And now I'm supposed to find a new assistant who won't try to blow my mind away and not be fire again for a hundred times.

"Use your brain this time, Luke. Not your other brain. You have to find an assistant who will assist you to your business trips. And if an old woman is all there is left for a decent assistant you will find then so be it."

 

Jeff always acts the older brother here and most of the time I'm glad that he talks reason to my muddle head, but sometimes I wish he'll get off my back.

 

"It's not my fault that they're harassing me, man. Of all people, you should know that."

 

For a moment, the other line is quiet.

 

"I'll call a little later again. For now, try to find a possible candidate for your assistant." Before I can remark, he drops the call.

 

I proceed inside the room where I ask my fresh clothes to be kept for today. A blonde woman intentionally spills coffee on me on my way to the office. That tactic happens before, and it leads up to a quick ending. Fortunately for her, I don't repeat things twice.

 

I am changing to my new clothes when a gentle knock comes to my door. I stop what I'm doing, intentionally waiting for the person to come in. I'm up for a game right now.

 

A soft shriek of surprise catches me off guard. A smaller, round woman covers her eyes as if seeing an incredible sight.

 

My eyes zero in on her, recognizing her without my brain processing it fully.

 

Her natural beauty stands out from the rest, that's why I recognize her instantly. Unlike the women in this company, she looks raw. I will not say exotic, but there's something about her that draws me to her. She has the right curves in the right places, her slim waist dipping to full hips leading to her legs. She's not a long-legged babe, no, but she's a full curve woman a man likes to explore and more.

 

Those wild curls will look beautiful fans out in my bed as those soft pink lips form a big O. All blood rushes down to my southern region, muddling my mind.

 

If only she knows what I am thinking of doing to her right now, she will surely beat me to a bloody pulp. Jocelyn seems to be the kind of woman who put her dignity first before status, something that is very rare these days.

I quickly button up my clothes realizing that I am making her uncomfortable.

 

I do not mean to scare her off, I'll take the longest road if that's what it takes to earn her trust, but I sure won't force myself to her.

 

Practically making a run for my seat like a college boy with a raging hard on, I sit on my chair hiding my erection.

 

"You can look now, Jocelyn."

 

I want to get lost in those emerald eyes.

 

*

 

I cannot believe that Luke Hemmington is the son of Dawson Hemmington. Later after I come home and process the idea of being his assistant, I look him up on Google. There are a lot of rumours going on about him; newsflash always has his face either with blond babe beside him or his name is attached to some scandal.

 

But there's this one article that catches my attention. It reads: Dawson Hemmington, CEO of Hemmington corporation is allegedly thinking of passing down the business to a family friend’s son.

 

"Why is that? He's the CEO of Hemmington to present..." I mumble to myself.

 

The more I read about him the more I think harder on my choice of decision. I'm not given time to think about my answer, and now, I am officially working for him starting tomorrow.

 

Truth be told, offering fifty thousand salaries for my first month throw me off my chair. Try as I do I won't be able to earn that much money within a month let alone a year. Just last month, I am thinking to work for Gengy's diner, and now I'm a part of something big in this industry. If my auntie hears the news, she won't believe me unless I show her the proof. And so, without much thought, I sign the contract which might as well sign my death certificate.

 

I slump on my chair, wanting to back out. How I don't know...

 

All I know is I'm to start tomorrow.

 

His words flash back on my mind. Are you ready to be my assistant?

 

No wonder he asks that question. He might've assumed that I've heard or know about his womanizing reputation or the fact that he changes women every day like he changes clothes every day.

 

"What did I get myself into?" I groan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

While waiting patiently, I busy myself by running through my head a possible question and answer later.

Lorina keeps checking on me, reassuring me that Mr. Hemmington will be here in a bit.

 

She looks at the time, frowning at it. “He’s not always this late.” She says, more to herself than to me.

 

I assure that I can patiently wait which I’m really good if I do say so myself. “In fact, I’m quite glad he’s running late because I’m five minutes late myself.” I smile sheepishly making her laugh softly.

 

“Oh dear. The kids this day, eh?”

 

Our conversation is interrupted when the phone rings. Lorina sashays her way to the phone, moving with so much grace even hurrying.

 

“Yes, Lorina. How may I help you today?”

 

I watch as she professionally takes the phone call, focuses yet her eyes focus in concentration as the person on the other end tells her information.

 

She nods, ending the call.

 

She looks at me, clasping her hands together. “Alright, dear. Mr. Hemmington’s in. Are you ready?”

 

I swallow the lump in my throat, standing on my feet. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Ms. Lorina.”

 

She waves away my comment. “Never mind the formality, Olivia. Call me Lorina, and I shall not feel so old.”

 

I feel so relax with her, helping me forget that I’m about to face the boss.

 

She makes her way towards me, an inch shorter than I am. Taking hold of my hands, she gives it a consoling squeeze. “You’ll do great. I’m already looking forward to seeing you around, Olivia.” She beams, making my heart leap with hope.

 

Lorina is a grandmother I never have with the essence of a mother I lost too early in life.

“Hurry along now.” She gives me a gentle push towards the door.

 

Taking a deep breath, I ball my fists into a tight ball.

 

“It’s now or never, Olivia. You didn’t ditch your friends for nothing.” I prep talk.

 

Braving the unknown, I raise my fist, making contact with the heavy wooden door.

 

A second pass that feels like forever before a deep baritone answers. “Come in.”

 

I take a last look towards Lorina. She mouths, “go” left with no choice.

 

I reach down for the doorknob, watching it turn until the clicking sounds announce that it’s open already and that there’s no going back.

 

Looking up from my feet, I immediately spot him.

 

He is sitting behind the desk, leaning against it. He has his elbows on the table, his face on his hand, covering his identity.

 

My heart jumps on the throat, my breath hitching.

 

As if sensing me looking, he looks up our eyes meeting.

 

His eyes widen in recognition and I as well.

 

I point my finger at him, chorusing a, “You?!”

 

I blink, not believing my eyes.

 

He too mirrors my expression. He’s looking at me in disbelief, those grey blue eyes studying my face as if making sure if it’s me.

 

I look back at the door, thinking if I should bolt out of the door or stay on my spot.

 

It’s a little too late to be running out of the door now, isn’t it?

 

All of a sudden, he hits the oak table making me jump in surprise. “It makes sense!” he mutters as if finally solving a complicated problem. Recollection dawning on his face.

 

Looking back at me, he says, “You mention about an interview earlier.”

 

I nod, not following where he’s going in this.

 

“I should’ve insisted on dropping you off if I just knew you'd be the one I’ll be interviewing.” He frowns.

 

He glances at me, making me freeze.

 

“I’m sorry for forgetting, but do take a seat, please.”

 

Still unable to believe what I am hearing, I can still process his words, which is a wonder. Taking a slow step towards the leather opposite him, I am relieved to sit finally. It feels so awkward standing before him.

 

The question that has been begging to ask tumbles out of my lips. “You’re Mr. Hemmington?”

 

His brows draw together; lips pinch in a tight line as if what I say put a sour taste in his mouth.

 

Maybe I have insulted him by questioning his position here…

 

Ready to apologize, I open my mouth, but so suddenly he cut me off.

 

“You are aware that being a part of Hemmington group is critical, yes?” he trains his eyes intently on me, gauging my reaction.

 

I nod my head slowly; unable to comprehend where he is going. I mean I get it that he is just doing his job. But are we starting with the interview now?

 

“I am aware, Mr. Hemmington.” In my lap are my hands, fiddling my fingers together.

 

He leans forward, his fist supporting his chin. “Do drop the formality, Olivia. I prefer you call me, Luke.”

 

My spine went iron straight with the sound of my name on his lips. It sounds foreign to him saying it as if my name is more than ordinary. Unsure with his requests, I wisely choose not to say anything. After all, he’s not the same lay-back guy I collide with earlier. In front of me sits the powerful CEO of the Hemmington firm. Dress formally in a black button down polo with the sleeves rolls up to his elbow.

 

He sighs, falling back in his chair. “I understand that we started on a wrong foot, Olivia. But I will ask you to forget about earlier and focus on the now. I need to know if you are capable of handling work load as my assistant.”

 

My breathing starts to slow down, not sure if I hear him right.

 

It’s hard to cram all of that idea in your head within a small space of time. One moment I’m worrying whether I’ll be shout over by my potential boss in the future and now the person I bump with earlier is now offering me a job as his assistant? Mr. Hemmington himself is asking me! It’s not a command, and yet the pressure lays heavy on my shoulder.

 

“I can’t expect you to have the answer now, Olivia. But I will need your decision tomorrow.”

 

He goes further explaining what is needed of me, which I mostly take in silence. Now and then, he will ask me a question, which I answer with all of my knowledge.

 

He’s all ears, taking my answer with consideration.

 

After a while, the interview comes to an end. He rises on his seat and opens the door for me even I insist that there’s no need to do so.

 

“I’ll see you around?” he lingers by the door, preventing from slipping out just yet.

 

I smile softly, “See you around, Luke.”

 

Little do I know how much my words almost foretold the truth.

*

 

I live in a studio type of apartment. It’s not extravagant given my financial status, but something about the character of the place has me calling the owner. I know deep in my heart that this is a place where I can see myself coming home to. My single space bed is right beside the window that overlooks the busy road outside. It’s warm and cozy here, an atmosphere that attracts me here in the first place.

 

As I watch the empty streetlight up by the post lights, a black BMW rolls into a parking lot right beside my renting apartment. It does a couple of weaving around first before he can settle the car in a straight line. A man got out of the driver’s seat, making my eyes zero in on him.

 

I squint harder, my heart pounding in my throat.

 

“No. There’s no way he’s him…” my breath fogs my window.

 

As if the fate wanting to prove me wrong for the second time today, he looks my way, making me back away in my bed. I hold my breath, fearing that he might have seen me.

 

But he shows no recognition that he sees me, carrying on inside the bungalow next door.

 

I fall back further in my bed, confirm that it is him.

 

My freaking boss, Luke Hemmington is my neighbor!

 

I don’t know what to feel real. One tends to pull her hair out with the revelations that happen in a small space of time today.

For some reason, I can feel my heart thrashing in my rib cage threatening to give me a heart attack.

 

Is the fate laughing at me?

 

Probably…

 

*

 

That night, Kenneth calls. He’s a close friend of mine from the past. I cannot help but spills everything that happens today, and he listens attentively, giving me a mm sound now and then to let me know that he’s still there.

 

“Don’t you think that requires celebration, Liv?” he suggests, finally speaking.

 

I frown. “I haven’t accepted his offer yet.”

 

“Yet.” He’s quick to point out.

 

I chew on my bottom lip in thought. “But he’s my neighbor.”

 

I can just imagine him shrugging that is just how he is.

 

“I don’t see what’s wrong in that, Liv. Also, you already said that you'd see him around. That practically means that you accepted his offer.”

 

I pout. “I hate it when you talk with reasons, Ken.”

 

He laughs a deep rumble that makes me smile myself. “Is that a bad thing?”

 

“Yes!” I half sulk.

 

His warm chuckle has me smiling bigger despite myself.

 

“I’ll drop by, let’s toast, Livvy. Be there within ten, okay?”

 

Although there is nothing to celebrate about, I agree to see him.

 

Kenneth is a brother I never have. He tucks me in his arms comfortingly making me feel warm and protected under his strong arms. He’s been my consulor throughout the roller coaster that is my college life. He understands me unlike no other. Sometimes it feels like he’s been more of a friend than Hannah and Jen have been most of the time. But I can’t put the blame on them.

 

I have never been there for them as much as I should have been…

 

I am snapped back to reality at a loud knocking on my door, my heart pounding.

 

Ken’s voice rises above the loud beating of my heart only remembering that he’ll be coming by.

 

I tiptoe my way to the door, barefoot and already in my pyjamas. My hair is tied up in a messy bun which I have done earlier when I wash my face.

 

I open the door to a grinning, boyish face of Kenneth. He’s wearing a long sleeve check and some denim jeans, holding up a promised bottle of wine.

 

“May I come in?”

 

I step to the side, leaving a wider space for him to enter. It’s not like this is his first time in my apartment. He helps me move in using his pick-up truck to drop off my things here.

 

“Your place looking cozy, Liv.” He observes looking around my tiny place.

 

I follow after him, stopping by the kitchen or what I can say close to having a kitchen and get two wine glasses in the cupboard.

 

I set the glasses on the coffee table, taking a seat on a loveseat opposite him.

 

“I try my best. And the house already has its character to it right before I move in.”

 

I make myself comfortable, raising my feet up on the loveseat and tucking it in.

 

He looks at me, studying me with those soft brown eyes.

 

“I miss you, Liv. I miss us hanging out together as we use to in college.” His voice is low; I can barely hear it.

 

Kenneth and I are almost a couple. We try dating but it only lasts for two weeks before we realize that we’re not looking for a relationship at that moment but we develop a friendship along the way. However, there’s time when he acts like he wants us to be something more than I can offer. To me, he’s always been a brother I never have.

 

He reaches for the wine and pours us both. “I know I said that I would come here to celebrate not ruin your night.” He laughs, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

 

He hands me over my glass of wine, and together we toast.

 

“Cheers to your new and well-deserved job, Liv.” He raises his glass making an inkling sound when it meets mine.

 

Despite an awkward start, we fall back into our old habit when we’re together. We catch up on a lot of things, actually laughing warmly and remembering the funny moments back in college.

 

“Remember that athlete night where Tracey and her minions make a fool out of themselves?” he hoots, making me smile in memory.

 

It’s not a pleasant memory. That night I am doing a community service as a part of my scholarship when Tracey, the leader of cheerleading squad and my cousin bolts into the bathroom apparently wasted. Her mascara’s running and her hair in disarray.

 

When she spots me, she drunkenly makes her towards me mumbling incoherent words. But one sticks the most. “You have a habit of stealing people, don’t you?” the words were said with so much bitterness and loathing in those hazel eyes.

 

Before I can say anything, Kenneth bolts in. Never mind that it’s a girls’ bathroom, he tries to pull Tracey with him, but she flails away from him. By doing so, she stumbles on her feet and falls on her butt. Her group of friends try to help her but ends up making a fool of themselves as well. They’re all drunk plus the floor is a little slippery since I just map it.

 

The sight is not lovely but because they are all groaning, but somehow, they look so funny. The next morning Tracey can’t look me in the eyes.

 

“That is not funny at all, Kenneth.” I shake my head, taking a sip of my wine.

 

“That’s because you’re a goody good shoes. You never like hurting anybody even when they are mean to you.”

 

I savour the tangy sweetness of the wine, knowing for a fact that this is not those cheap ones.

 

“I prefer justice over goody good shoes, Ken.” I am quick to point out.

 

“That I agree.”

 

It’s not long before he leaves. We hug and says our good nights, and then he’s rolling out of the driveway. He gives a beep before he completely drives off. I watch as his car fades in the distance before I come inside.

 

It’s always nice to see him. We may never be a thing, but we have more than being a couple. I prefer our friendship than despising each other for a relationship that never works out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

Luke

There’s so much to deal with and so little time to find the solution to fix them.

 

All my life, all I’ve ever known is to take over the company. To be a perfect son who will continue the long line legacy of Hemmington group forgetting that I’m merely a boy who wants to enjoy being a kid. To have a proper childhood instead of business deals for a birthday party.

 

At seven my father instils on my mind that I have a significant role to play. I'm not supposed to hang out with my friends but sit the long hours of seminars after seminars. My father will take me with him with his business dealings, being so clear to behave myself and to act properly.

 

I am never able to play outside but wistfully watch the other kids laugh as they play and wish that I can do the same.

 

My mother died, leaving me under a care of a nanny who ends up my father’s new wife. My mom has cast aside as if she never exists at all, leaving me to grieve on my own trying to hold onto her memory and her warm smiles.

 

I will never forget every night when I will hear her cry because of my bastard of a father. In the end, a beautiful rose that she is wider under the shadow of my dad. Her bright blue eyes turn into a filmy grey that stares out into nothingness until her body finally gives in.

 

The heroic image that my mother tries to build in my little head crash into a large man I hate the most. I grow up loathing him, doing everything he doesn’t like. I swear to myself that I will never be anything like him. But no matter how much I try I keep finding myself coming back to the same old road I want to get away from.

 

I never want to be the next chairman of this company, but I have no choice. I keep finding myself everything I despise.

 

The throbbing behind my eyes intensify as the soft knocking interrupts my bleak thoughts

 

A low growl rumbles deep in my throat.

 

A woman with blond head pops her head in without my consent. “Sir, shall I send in the papers?”

 

I grumble, “Send them in.”

 

 

*

 

Olivia

 

 

 

I make it a point to be on time the next day. I greet everyone I see with a bright smile on my face. However, the moment I come to work, I know right away that there’s something wrong. It’s the way every employee is up on their toes looking skittish.

 

Lorina looks worries herself which tells me that this is something serious.

 

Not noticing me approaching, I say her name softly as not to surprise her. She regards me with worried searching eyes, clasping my hands.

 

“I suggest you not to go in there yet dear. He’s in a foul mood.”

 

I am about to ask who when I hear his soaring voice and scurrying footsteps to his office.

 

His voice bellows like a thunder storm that he is right now. “Why is everyone giving me a wrong information!”

 

The poor girl cringe, picking up the papers on the floor and is quick to get out of sight. I see her sniffling, her eyes shining with tears. I immediately feel for her, seeing myself on her back when I am a college student. Only the difference is I have a backbone.

 

As if noticing the defiance in my eyes, Lorina says, “Do not intensify the fire, Olivia. He’s not fit to deal with anyone with his mood right now. His father got sent to the hospital early this morning.”

 

My rising irritation mellows down, suddenly wanting to reach for him and comfort him.

 

Coming from an experience, one will rather hold on to anger than to deal with the gnawing pain in your heart. When my parents died, I feel like the whole world stops, there’s nothing to hold on to but the sinking feeling of the unknown.

 

Still, that doesn’t give him the exception to be acting like a pompous ass. He can instruct his employee accurately than biting their heads off.

 

“Where in the devil is she!” he bellows.

 

Lorina looks at me with worry in those eyes. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to go in there, dear.”

 

Despite her reassurance or the thundering of my heart, I hold my ground. “No, I’ll be okay. Today’s my first day of work, that is if he’ll hire me still.”

 

I don’t want to think further that Kenneth and I make an early celebration when my spot in the company isn’t sure yet. Instead, I reassure Lorina that I’ll manage.

 

Taking a deep breath, I march towards the lion’s den. The air is so thick I can slice through it.

 

He’s glaring at the paperwork when he hears me enter. The very air seems to stop breathing.

 

He looks up, dark circles under his eyes. “Don’t you make a habit of running late, Ms. Mathew?” his says coldly.

 

I meet his stare, trying to assess what is wrong. He’s far different from the man I first meet. This man in front of me is acting beastly and stuck-up boss with a temper.

 

My voice calm but firm I let him know that I’ve been here on time.

 

“Then why didn’t you come in and start with your job? What do you think you’re hired for?” he regards me from head to toe, his eyes hooded.

 

My breath grows heavy, a fluttering butterfly inside my stomach.

 

Digging my nails into my palm, I stand my ground. “If you’re not throwing things out like a brat, I would have come in already.”

 

His brows meet in the middle, eyes a swirling grey storm. “What did you say?”

 

I do not miss a beat. “You heard me just fine, Mr. Hemmington— “

 

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps.

 

I carry on like I never heard him. “You’re acting like a royal brat about nothing.”

 

I know that I’m signing death contract, but he needs to hear exactly his wrong doings. I’m sure that no one dares to tell him just how sorry he’s acting despite his situation. Everyone goes through something, and his position doesn’t give him an exception to be acting like a pompous ass.

 

“Do you realize that can fire you this moment, Olivia?”

 

My body shivers at the mention of my name in his sinful lips.

 

Luke Hemmington may have a different hold on me; I will not let him push me around just because he has the power.

 

“There’s no reason for you to fire me when I haven’t even started. I will leave this company on my own accord, so there’s no reason for you to fire me.”

 

Oh, my goodness. What am I doing?

 

“Is that a challenge, Olivia?”

 

I just wish that he will stop mentioning my name, it’s making my legs buckle my thoughts in a muddle.

 

“Do you find this a challenge, Luke?” I counterpart.

 

For a moment, we have a stare down contest neither of us willing to back down.

 

“Not at all but until how long can you withhold before you’re on my bed, Olivia Mathew.”

 

That crumbles whatever ground I’m standing on, making my knees buckle. This isn’t where I expect to find us… I’m thrown out of my league.

 

If I don’t get out of there this instant, I don’t know what I will do.

 

Unable to accept defeat and at the same time left with no choice I bolt out of the door, shaking.

 

 

 

*

 

Luke

 

 

“Fuck!”

 

My fist meets the wall making me shake with this unwarranted violence coursing inside me. Violence is not the only thing that cages me into this beastly fit.

 

I have this strong desire to take her down and have her moaning my name and all compliant to me. But I don’t want her compliant at the same time. I want her fire, I want her spirit, and I want her sharp thoughts.

 

And what I see in those eyes are fear. Fear that chokes me that makes me revolt of myself.

 

It’s that same fear I see in my mother’s eyes whenever she looks at my father. It’s that fear in her eyes that haunts me up to this day. I never want to see that horror in Olivia’s eyes when she’s looking at me.

 

With shaking a hand, I run my hand through my hair tugging at it. The sharp pain is better than the suffocating dread that is threatening to swallow me.

 

My father is everything I despise; everything that I don’t want to be.

 

Flashback of the college boy last night to her apartment has me shaking with pent up anger.

 

The moment that I glimpse of her, I cannot believe my chances. Of all things, I never expect that she’ll be living next door. But all hope is ruin when that college boy shows up at her door.

 

He looks every bit the perfect guy Olivia seems to be looking for. The boy doesn’t have skeletons in his closets or a fuck up upbringing that messes with his life. And the fact that Olivia has glimmer in her eyes as she looks at him and he to her makes me all the more desperate.

 

No one ever has this much hold on me. I never let anyone have that much power over me. I’ve seen how much love can do to a person. It poisons them, and in the end, the love they think they have turns into disaster.

 

I have to get rid of her before this madness gets out of hand.

 

*

 

Olivia

 

 

 

Lorina asks me to stay, and I can’t turn down her requests. For all of her kindness, a simple wish won’t hurt me.

 

“You may take use of your office.” She leads towards a spacious room right next to Luke’s office.

 

I have enough privacy here and my working space to be at ease. It’s sad that I won’t be able to vacate it except today.

 

I turn to Lorina. “Are you sure? I can be in a cubicle and still be able to perform a job properly.”

 

“Oh dear. There’s no doubt in that, but since I’m asking a favor from you, I want you comfortable. So, is this alright with you?”

 

I can’t believe that she’s asking me this. The woman is kind to her soul. I wish everyone can be like her, thoughtful about others not just her own.

 

I’m excited to get starting today if not for the incidence that happens.

 

“Give me what needs to be done, and I will do my best, Lorina.”

 

She laughs, the corner of her eyes crinkling. “Alright. I’ll have you settled first then I’ll send the papers here afterward. Get yourself accustomed to your place first then you can start.”

 

She leaves with a promise to send the files that need sorting and encourage me to look around the facility.

 

The oak desk is neatly done with a comfortable leather swivelling chair and an advanced computer in front of me. There’s also a coffee machine which is a plus if I am going to work here. At the thought of a busy work with easy access coffee makes me skittish with excitement. It sucks that I won’t be experiencing any of those, so I have to stop dreaming.

 

It’s not so long when Lorina come back with the paper works. I’m so excited to get my hands-on work that I can’t wait until Lorina finally leave me on my own.

 

I find myself so focused on the job that I don’t notice the time. Lorina reassures me that there’s no need to finish everything today, but I can’t seem to stop. It’s until I look at the digital clock on the table which reads almost eleven p.m.

 

My body feels stiff from sitting all day that I stretch my arms and legs and yawn loudly. Von, one of the employees in our section works over time as well. We got introduce with each other earlier, but I’m too engrossed in my work that I never have the chance to eat lunch with them.

 

Von pokes his head in the door I pack up.

 

“I know that you want to impress the big boss, but this is just over top girly!” Von remark with his pitchy voice.

 

I gather my things and turn off the system, stalling for time. Everyone in our floor thinks that I already got the position as his secretary, showering me with congratulations and asking for celebration as a part of the team.

 

Lying doesn’t bode well with me.

 

Stacking the files together, I say, “I love being surrounded with paper works. I just don’t happen to have the luck to get the job.”

 

A moment of silence pass before he replies.

 

“I don’t remember telling you that you didn’t get the job, Olivia.”

 

My back goes ramrod, making me still on my spot.

 

Luke make himself known by entering inside. For some reason, I find the strength to look at him.

 

His polo dress is unbuttoned and his hair in disarray yet somehow, he makes it look so elegant still.

 

Behind him, Von mouth, “I’ll go ahead” not waiting for me or noticing the desperation in my eyes. The last thing I want is to be stuck with Luke.

 

Resuming with my packing, I try to ignore him as much as I can, but it’s pretty damn hard job when his presence lingers around me like a viper.

 

"I review the paper works. You did a good job."

 

I can't help the scoffing; nevertheless, I never miss a beat. "You change your mind because you realize that I might be valuable to your company." The sound of my voice is brittle. I don't bother trying to hide the bitterness in my clip tone. He makes it clear earlier that he's above than anyone else and that we're supposed to bow down to whatever he says.

 

I notice how his body stiffens, his face hardening to a stony mask. Those heated blue eyes are turning cold and distant. I feel him retract back emotionally just like I feel the warmth leave my body.

 

Still standing in the shadow, he places his hands on his pocket acting all business. "I got the message a little too late. The one who recruit you here is one of my agent. She informs me about your background back in college and your achievements."

 

The middle age woman flashback in my mind. She certainly looks like one of the employees here with her elegant taste of clothing and the way she holds herself screams regal. I never doubt that she's a scam trying to use me for whatever grand scheme they have.

 

I don't realize that I slip into my thoughts if not for his voice cutting through the haze that is my mind.

 

"You're right. I did realize that you're valuable for the company and as a businessperson, I can't let assets like you slip out of my hand. You're too important to be on anyone's hand but mine."

 

I try to ignore his last choice of words and instead focus on what he just says.

While I do have experience here and there, I don't think I'm as valuable as he makes it seems. I have a lot to prove to confidently say that I'm a big set0up of a company especially when I'm just starting. It takes more than the paper works I've done earlier or the achievements I manage to gather during college.

 

But before I can contemplate about it further, he says something that is hard for me to turn down so easily without a deep consideration first.

 

"I'll pay half a million for your agreement, Olivia."

 

I look up from what I've been trying to finish doing, pausing from stacking the files.

 

He meets my gaze, searing me with those blazing blue fires and warming my inside.

 

The very moment that I realize that he's my neighbor, I know deep inside that developing feeling for him is the worst idea I've ever think of. Not only is it complicated because he can be possibly my boss (in case there's a change of plan) but being involved with Luke Hemmington is a bad, bad idea!

 

And if that's not bad enough, getting an offer of five-hundred thousand for my agreement to work in a well-known company boggles my mind. Those who have the right mind won't wait for a second to have an answer and here I am contemplating and wondering why.

 

Studying his stoic face, I can't read anything with his blank mask, so I'm not sure if this is some sick joke he's playing with me.

 

I open my mouth to close them again, looking like a damn goldfish.

 

He's messing with me because this can't be happening for real!

 

"I will double it after your sign the paper. I'm sure that will cover your uncle's hospital bill and still leave you with a good fortune, don't you think?"

 

My mind goes blank.

 

How does he know about my uncle is in the emergency right now? I never tell anyone let alone him...

He taps his foot, a smug look on his face. "I do a thorough research, Olivia. I need to take every precaution there is given my position and status." He's looking intently at me while he says those things, watching my reaction. "I don't want you to come to think that I'm crossing your privacy. I just want to be clear on the matter."

 

Now that he explains it, it makes sense. People like him have to see all possible precautions they can to protect their privacy. But there's this nagging feeling that he knows more than he’s telling me.

 

"What if I don't want to work for you?"

 

Even before I ask the question, I, already know the answer.

 

A devilish light shine in his eyes, the corner of his lips turning up. "You won't do that.” And you know what's irritating? Is that he's right.

 

*

 

Luke Hemmington knows how to play his card right. As a businessman, he is aware of the techniques that suit his favor. His sharp mind puts him to advantage above all else. That's why Hemmington company is the top leading business today. He allegedly reports being closing deals after deals with carefully chosen partnerships.

 

From the news that I've seen him in every time that I will turn on the T.V., he's either shaking hands with new the investors or rubbing elbows in a charity event as if all the deals he's gathered isn't enough. There's also the little fact that I've noticed and didn't want to acknowledge. It's that he has a different woman on his arm each time he's seen live on T.V. As if he wears them as an accessory to be replaced whenever he fancies. Each one of them long legged models while there are also a few superstars risking enough of their image having to be with the reputable bachelor. And by 'reputable' they refer to his charm to women plus his very loaded pocket.

 

I've done quite a research on him when I get home that night. I don't want to be as clueless as I am when I first set foot in Hemmington corporation. Now that I know a little more about him that before, I am prepared to be cautious around him. He's got bad reputation where his past secretaries are a concern.

 

But there's no problem in that matter at the moment as he is away for the business trip. I haven't seen him after he closes the deal that night in not so traditional way. I start my first official day the next morning, and this time I get the time to get to know the people around the office. So far everything's running smoothly. I am warmly welcome although there's a few who suspects that I've done a hocus focus with Luke to get my position now.

 

I honestly don't know myself why he makes it seems like I played a big role in the success of the Hemmington group. On the other hand, I can't shake away the excitement in my bones to be working my butt off. Despite the circumstances how I got my job, I try to put it aside and focus on giving my best. So far for almost a week that I've been working overtime, I find myself more at ease each day. I'll wake in the morning looking forward to getting to work and to get starting with paper works.

 

One morning on my way to the office, I pass by the women's toilet. A group of three women is murmuring by the corner not noticing me enter. Their voices are obviously not quite enough for me not to understand what they're talking about.

 

Eavesdropping is not something I like to do, but for some reason these three have me doing exactly just that.

 

I enter a cubicle, pretending to use the toilet. There's no need to strain my ears because I hear them as clear as day.

 

I heard that she gives him a good job. A pitchy voice says, her voice rising an octave as she makes a melodramatic weave of lies. She pauses now and then for effect, making it all the more exaggerated.

 

Even I can give him a better job. Another voice chips in making the three of them cackle.

 

The three of them continues to speculate a web of lies until their awaiting jobs finally calls for their divided time. It takes me a couple of minutes to recover myself from what I've heard.

 

There's not a single truth to what they've said but what got me riles up is that the mess it will cost me when their almost believable lies spread out?

 

Throughout the day, I keep thinking if they finally spread the made0up rumour but thankfully no one seems to have heard anything. That or they're just acting like they heard nothing.

 

Lorina notices that I'm a little daze that day and asks me to go home and rest for the remaining hours.

I open my mouth to reassure her that I'll be fine when she informs me that I will attend an event tonight.

 

"Luke will need your assistance tonight, dear. He's on an important deal he works so hard for this whole week. The night will be crazy busy, and you'll be up on your toes this evening, so I suggest you catch a quick nap."

 

There's almost pity in those kindred eyes of hers but have left with no choice but to follow orders from him.

 

I don't want to put her into a more difficult situation, so I agree to go home and rest which doesn't happen at all.

 

I toss and turn in my bed, and before I know it, it's time to get going.

 

Frustrated, I run a warm shower which helps relax my tense muscle. For whatever crazy reason, I pick up my scented liquid shower bath which smells of rosemary and honey. I rarely use it and only when I feel like being fancy not that I ever use it for any special reason.

 

I want to be as presentable as I can tonight, I reason to myself although deep inside I know the reason behind is more than that.

 

I scrub my hair with my strawberry shampoo I love using so much and rinse all of the traces of soap in my body.

 

Wrapping a towel around my body, I walk barefoot in my room when I walk in on my phone buzzing about on my bed. I pick it up, studying the unfamiliar number.

 

I press the answer button of my blackberry and place it on my ear and mumble a polite greeting.

 

"I'm looking for Olivia Mathew, ma'am," replies the man on the other line.

 

"Olivia here, how may I help you?" I opt for a more professional response just in case this person is connected to paparazzi wanting to get details from me where Luke is the concern.

 

"I'm outside your door, ma'am. I have a delivery package from tonight's gala."

 

Suddenly, Luke's face flashes in my head, but I quickly shake it off.

I slip on a robe within a second, wrapping it tightly as I dash for the door. I take the time to peek through the port hole finding a guy holding a big white box.

 

With my heart pounding in my throat, I clasp the knob and turn it open leaving a small gap. Just enough space to poke my head out and greet him.

 

He looks up, giving me a sunny, almost boyish.

 

"Miss Olivia Mathew?"

 

I nod. "Right. That's me."

 

 

 

Chapter 5

I've been staring at a big white box lying on my bed since it was dropped off ten minutes ago.

I insist that I've never ordered anything of the sort, but he shows me the proof that my full name is on the receipt. The poor guy looks like he'll go as far as begging to his knees just to have me sign the paper.

 

"I'm strictly instructed to deliver the box to you, ma'am or I'll lose my job if I don't." he looks worried, switching his weight from one to foot to another.

 

Feeling sorry for putting him on the hot spot, I left with no other choice but to sign the proof that I receive the package. He breathes a sigh of relief, wiping at his forehead.

 

I try to ask him whether he has an idea who is the sender but he's just as clueless as I am.

 

"He didn't tell me his name or anything, ma'am. He just said to drop it off."

 

I thank him for what little information he enlightens me with and close the door after him. I have a feeling to whom it comes from which doesn't make sense.

 

I'm with a debate with myself whether I will open it. In the end, my curiosity got the best of me. Curiosity kills the cat, Olivia. I have no idea what to expect to see inside, and it certainly isn't a dress!

 

I stare at the royal blue dress that is elegantly fold inside the box. Even without inspecting it carefully the quality of the fabric can't be miss. I've seen my fair share of quality clothes having to be surrounded by loaded kids in back in college and indulging myself with magazines now and then.

 

Despite myself, I reach for the dress and hold it out before my eyes. To say that I'm in love is the understatement of the year. It's an off-shoulder knee length dress that flares from the waist all the way down. It looks my size perfectly.

 

I tell myself that there's no harm in fitting it on and put it back again and so without further reasoning, I slip it on. It fits perfect!

 

With spring on the heel of my feet, I jump in front of the mirror and study myself.

The dress brings out my fair skin, complimenting my complexion. The dress showcase my delicate shoulder and hinting just enough of my cleavage without being too revealing, leaving so much to idea. It hugs my waist beautifully, flaring on the way down to my knees. The way its design is carefully thought of. It is simple but elegant at the same time, something I will go for.

 

Looking into my emerald green eyes, there is a strange glimmer in there that I haven't seen in a while. The corner of my eyes crinkles by the corner with a smile, surprising myself.

 

My phone buzzes about in my bed, the screen flashing an unknown number. I trudge over my bed, and before I can answer it, the call ends. I frown in my phone staring at the unfamiliar digits. Five seconds’ ticks by and I receive a text message.

 

You'll be required to wear the dress that I've sent you. It’s a part of your job to be decent in functions like tonight's gala.

 

I re-read the message trying to comprehend if I will smile or be annoyed with his demanding attitude.

 

Truth be told, I'm not sure what to wear for tonight and to know that he's managed to think of me through his hectic schedules is very much thought of him. He knows my size well which would have been odd, but for some reason, I don't find it weird at all if that makes sense.

 

I don't have a choice but to don the beautiful dress despite my better judgment. Time seems to be running out, and I still have to fix my hair and makeup.

 

I don't usually fuss about putting on too much makeup on my face, but tonight, I go a little extra than my usual. I fix my brows into a fine shape and then move on to an eye shadow. I choose a soft glitter of gold careful not to put too much but just enough to be noticeable. In the end, I finish off my look with glossy pink lipstick, stroking the blush on a brush to the apple of my cheeks gently to give my face a healthy glow.

 

Lastly, I quickly put my hair into a loose chiffon letting some tendrils to fall over my face. I'm happy with my finish look and is excited to see him.

 

Yes. I do admit that I miss his presence for the whole week that he's been away for a business trip. This is the first time I will see him after that night. My heart is beating hard like crazy, putting me in a heap of nerves.

 

Balling my fist and closing my eyes, I take a deep breath; I make a mental note to myself. Remember that you're there to accompany him through his business deals, Olivia. Keep everything to a professional level and act calm and collected.

 

That reminds me that this is purely business and nothing more. He lends me this dress because I need to look presentable for a gala he throws to be on a good side with the possible clients. He makes it clear that I must look and act as I fit in their aristocratic world.

 

Choosing not contemplate further about it, I open my drawer and pull out a box of shoes. My aunt gives it to me when I turn eighteen telling me that my mom will want to give it to me at the right time. It's a beautiful heel that matches the color of my dress. They're the perfect match, the same shade of blue.

 

I put on a white diamond earring the size of a dot to go with my look but nothing more. When I'm pretty sure that my wallet and purse are already inside my hand-held wallet pouch, I walk-run towards the slightly chilly night but nothing unbearable and flag down a passing by taxi.

 

The gala is held by one of the famous art gallery, Deviant. The invitation slashes my pass to the entrance is attach inside the box of the dress. The beautiful card has the location and time of the gala written in a cursive manner. I never miss his writing at the bottom that says, "I'll see you tonight." It seems that he's so sure that I'll be there which makes me scowl as I read it.

 

"Deviant gallery, please."

 

The middle age driver nods in acknowledgment and drives away. I look out the window and study the early evening sky. There are no clouds in sight but shining stars that twinkle back on me. There's one that stands out from the rest, burning bright and closer.

 

The weather's perfect it's as if Luke consulted on a professional forecaster who is not surprising at all. He sure does have the money for it, and it won't even make his fortune suffer. It's but a mere coin, nothing that will hurt his pocket.

 

Up ahead as we near, I can see cars lined up all the way back, and as we get further inside, the valets offer to park the car themselves. Suddenly, I feel daunted. There will be a lot of socialites inside, and I'm expected to gage them into conversation later relating to the deal. If they sense that I'm not one-bit blue blood individual, they will throw me out without a second thought.

 

I begin chewing on my bottom lip and contemplate on making an excuse of having not to be feeling well, but so suddenly, Lorina is marching my way.

 

I take a deep breath and steal myself for what is to come.

 

After I pay the taxi, I meet Lorina halfway. We hug and kiss each other on the cheeks. She looks dashing in her silk top matching with black dress pants. She bellies her look with a smart idea of pairing her top with a black scarf.

 

She holds me at arm’s length and study me.

 

"My dear, Olivia. You look lovely!"

 

I smile, relaxing bit by bit by Lorina's warm welcome. She doesn't look tired at all. In fact, she glows beautifully despite the tedious day at work today.

 

"Come on inside. Luke's been looking for you. The boy has a short patience, try to understand."

 

The fact that Lorina can overlook his stuck-up attitude is something. She's like a mother to everyone with her jolliness and positive perspective with the world.

 

On our way inside the gallery, we pass by women who's either the wife of the businessmen Luke's rubbing elbows with or associated with him in a whole different manner.

 

There's also a guy in a dashing white suit that swifts in along the way for an introduction. His chocolate brown eyes catch mine, sweeping his gaze towards Lorina for a brief moment and taking her hand for a gentleman kiss. "You never age a day, miss Lorina."

 

Lorina laughs gentle, waving his comment away in a suitable manner. "You're certain your father's child, Austin. You little dork." She rumples his hair in a motherly way.

 

"That's not a way to treat me, ma'am. I'm all grown up!" he complains, running a hand through his messy blond hair.

 

I can't help the smile on my face as I watch the guy, Austin sweetly dodges Lorina's good-natured teasing. It's obvious that they are good acquaintances of each other, but then again, Lorina seems to be favor by everyone. I mean, who won't fall in love with her warm attitude?

 

Lorina promises to come back, leaving me with Austin.

 

He offers his hand gallantly with his other hand behind him like a perfect prince that he looks. A prince in wash out denim jeans and sneakers. A total contradiction to his formal top and yet somehow, he manages to look good in them. He's the exact opposite of the brooding man in navy blue suit gage in a business talk with a middle age couple. His midnight hair is slick back, formally dress into a suit with a black polo dress inside, the first three buttons are undone. His icy-blue eyes were rather emotionless. He looks somewhat pale tonight; his jaw locks tightly.

 

Austin's voice cut through the haze of my thoughts. "Shall we?"

 

I try to cover up for my lack of attention and smiles at him, giving my hand for him to take.

 

Forgetting that I'm nervous at all or the thought of being left out, I focus my full attention on him.

 

He breaks the awkward silence through a crack of joke that has me laughing.

 

“I’ve never seen you here, before, darling. Are you a daughter of some businessman here?” he pauses to look at me, a mild curiosity on those doe brown eyes.

 

The fact that he thinks that I’m one of the socialite’s daughter makes me almost laugh, but I quickly hide it through a small cough.

 

“Excuse me,” I say as an I cup my hand over my mouth.

 

He frowns, “Did I say something wrong?” Austin looks loss.

It’s not about what he says, but more like what he thinks I am. I mean, where does that even come from? Sure, I’m in a gala exclusive for carefully chosen guests but do I pass the look of one? Surely, he’ll recognize that I stand out like a sore thumb from the rest. Except for Luke’s tasteful dress for me, I can deceive Austin unintentionally.

 

 

I shake my head, tugging at his arm to resume our walking. I find his company quite interesting. He is genuinely looking at me, laughing along when Luke chooses the wrong moment to spot us.

 

He looms over us like a wall of bricks, casting shadows. His icy blue eyes stony as he studies us, his body rigid.

 

For someone so tall and strongly built you will think that he’ll make a hell of a sound instead of managing to sneak on you like a freaking ninja.

 

He’s looking at our loop arms, frowning at it or rather glaring in it. For some reason, I feel so guilty of something I never do but with the way he’s looking at me accusingly makes my inside flip upside down.

 

I squirm under those scrutinizing stare of blazing blue fire, feeling as if I’ve betrayed him in a way.

 

Austin was obviously unaware of the growing tension in the air approach Luke who looks like he’s about to snap.

 

“Been a while, Luke. I didn’t expect our reunion to be like this, and certainly not when you’re the acting CEO of Hemmington.”

 

I look between Luke and Austin, noticing the cold shoulder both of them are radiating.

 

Austin doesn’t look genuine with his acknowledgment of Luke’s new position and neither does the other brooding man cares.

 

The two are having a telepathic communication, having a stare-down contest where even I have a wild guess what. With the way, Luke’s broad shoulder is so tense and his stance like a panther ready to strike, one has an idea where this is heading which I can’t let happen. After all, I’m here to accompany Luke to help him give good image from his potential clients. Having a brawl in tonight’s gala is hardly a good image except to his machismo reputation that will spread all over the media.

 

I step in just enough for them to notice my presence, reaching a hand to lay on Luke’s taught shoulder. As if snap out of a trance, he glances at me then sweeping his eyes on my hand. It’s as if he just notices that I’m there all this time.

 

“You don’t want to cause a scene, Luke,” I say calmly but firmly.

 

Austin looks between Luke and me, staring at my hand on his shoulder.

 

I can care less for whatever he does tonight, but I just can’t stand by the corner and watch his downfall just because he’s acting all caveman and very much possessive.

 

I’m not sure what to make of his attitude, but thankfully I don’t have to think about it much because Lorina just comes in time to rescue us from the awkwardness that is to follow if she has never interrupted.

 

Taking one look at the scene and she instantly gets the idea.

 

“Olivia, why don’t you stir Luke out of prying eyes, won’t you sweetie?”

 

I nod.

 

But being difficult that he is, Luke chooses to walk-out rather than assist.

 

Lorina turns to Austin, shaking her head like a disappointed mother hen to her chicks. Her soft voice carries through the fuzz of my brain. “You get a kick out of annoying your brother, don’t you?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Six

Luke

Heat and unexplainable tightness in my chest make me see black dots before my eyes.

I'm not one to get in someone's business because the only business that I mind is my own and my property. I've learned that the hard way... Olivia Mathew happens to be working for my company, and therefore she includes under my property. Whether she knows that or not I don't give a damn. I'm beyond reasonable when someone dips their fingers where it does not belong.

I never pay much attention to Austin ever since my father bring him home along with his mother after my own died. He's that timid little boy who grows up to be annoying. He always gets on my way, but just as I say, I pay him no attention. Unlike my father who dotes on him like his son, I make it a point to ignore him. They sure make a home out of a place I use to call home myself.

After leaving them in the crumbling past, here he comes in my present to piss the hell out of me. This time, I think he'll have a chance on enjoying it. Which makes my body shakes with violence that's been bottled inside me for far too long.

Without realizing it my fists curls to a white-knuckles ball, my jaw ticks from pent up frustration. It's been hectic this past week, and the last thing that I want to see is his evil little face, possessing in his dirty little hand's my property.

Then he says something that makes the ticking bomb inside me explode.

“It’s been a while, Luke. I didn’t expect our reunion to be like this, and certainly not when you’re the acting CEO of Hemmington.”

Through the hazy white hot anger simmering inside me, the only person who can cut through the beast that's raging inside me steps in to calm the storm I hold on tight to.

 

Her soothing forest green eyes catch my gaze without trying hard channelling peace to the raging beast.

It's the worse idea to let Austin see a weak spot I never have before. He'll use it to every advantage he can to overthrow me and get whatever he comes here for.

Like a lingering shark, he's ready to pounce on anyone else who's stupid enough to let his blood spills. And that stupid is me.

I won't see the end of it because neither of us will be alive to see it. If I'm going down I won't go down alone that's for sure.

For now, I have to back-off or risk exposing so much more of my weakness. Might as well hand him over the knife and have him have a go at it to make life easier.

Against my judgment, I turn my stiff back and retreat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seven

Olivia

I've only followed my guts when it screams for me to do something I will never do usually. But for whatever reason, I feel compel to follow him and explain myself. Something I've never done on anybody since learning to depend on anyone else but my own.

At a loss, Austin study with what I can imagine my trouble face, his expression practically screaming confusion.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I'm quick to cut him off without being harsh about it.

I don't owe him an explanation except for the stubborn man who just walks out on us just because he likes to think the worse of people. It'll be nice to say in his face what a pompous ass he is.

"Look, I have to discuss an important matter with him. Mind if I slip out?"

I shouldn't have asked because before he can form a coherent thought, I'm already dashing away with one purpose in mind.

I've never imagined that hunting down Luke Hemmington can be this hard. I look for him everywhere, heck I even dare come in the male's bathroom, but he's not there. When it's clear that he deserts his business evening dinner, I make sure to settle everything first before taking a chance on his house.

An hour later, I'm standing outside his door, unsure what to do next.

Lorina warns me that he may not be in a good state of mind right now, telling me to push my visit tomorrow to give him time to cool off but I just can't wait a couple more hours. Not when his sad face keeps flashing back in my mind.

I have the least idea how to get inside without him slamming the door right on my face, and it's not like I have a skill on picking locks which I don't. Now I wish that I've sneaked out at night with friends and sneaked back inside the house to practice my lock picking on the door.

Shaking the thoughts away, I focus on the task at hand, staring intently at the door as if it will magically open itself.

For some twisted joke of fate, the door opens. Luke stands in the doorway in his pyjama pants only which hangs dangerously low on his hips. I can't help noticing the happy trail leading to his organ.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I raise my eyes up meeting his blank, cold stare. I feel the chill with the way he's regarding me, but I don't let that discourage me. I've never gone to all this trouble to chicken out now.

"Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me?" He says gruffly.

My mind has trouble processing his words, and so when everything finally registers in my head, he's already making a move on closing the door on me. I move without thinking, jamming my feet on the door right before it can shut on me.

He frowns at it which I take advantage on. I swiftly slip in making myself welcome unwelcome.

 

He can easily prevent me from entering, but he doesn't so I'm taking whatever sliver of hope I can.

The lock clicks softly that I nearly miss it. Maybe because my heart's thundering in my ears, trying to break out of my rib cage.

He leans on one foot, tucking his hands into his pocket looking like a damn stark angel. His dark hair falls before his stormy blue eyes; his dusty pink lips press into a thin line.

How can I begin to explain myself when my brains all over the place?

Get your act together, Olivia or blow the only one chance you have!

"I..." I begin, trailing.

"Save it." He's quick to cut me off.

It's hard to get your thoughts together when he's a big asshole.

I don't realize that I speak my thought until it's too late.

"You know that you're a stuck-up royalty who thinks you're above than anyone else!" I breathe in one breath, my chest rising and falling slowly.

He blinks at me, dumbfounded.

Now I have his attention, just not the way I plan it which is all calm and reasonable.

"I don't owe you an explanation for your rude behavior, but I'll give you one anyway." Even though you don't deserve any of it.

His face remains blank, slipping back into his devil may-care mask.

"Save us both time,” he looks at the door. “Get out."

I guess I see that coming but that doesn't lessen the blow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eight

Olivia

If he thinks that I’m someone who will cower under his demand, then he’s on for a surprise.

I’ve had my fair share of the counterpart with dominating people; I will never it make it this far if I let them scare me down. Luke Hemmington is no exception.

“I’m not going anywhere until we settle whatever it is that’s going on between us, Luke.” I meet his eyes and level my gaze saying each word slowly and full of conviction.

His indifferent attitude carries on, showing no sign that whatever wall he has built up around him is close to chipping away.

Worse of all deny that there’s something between us at all which if that happens, I have no idea where to go or what to say anymore.

“I went for a long trip to avoid you, Olivia. To give you a wide berth and time to get used to your surroundings.” His eye’s burning holes in the door behind me, his jaw gnashing for control of his raging emotions.

It makes my heart ache for him. For someone who’s so powerful, he sure is vulnerable at this moment.

 

“Seeing you in that dress tonight makes it so fucking hard for me to focus. And damn it if I don’t want to strangle Austin for intruding on you.”

Ah…

Now I know where his resentment is coming from whether that’s being childish or wholly caveman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

Olivia

I've never held so much power for anyone else, but with Luke, he leaves me choices to make my own decision.

If I'm cruel, I can play it hard for him and say no. I know without a doubt that with my mark he won't push forward. No matter how difficult it will be for him to turn around and forget all about this, he will not force me or anyone into something they don't want to do. That is just the type of man he is despite claiming that he's nothing but a cold-hearted beast.

As for me, if I continue with this unknown path there's no turning back. What's waiting for me on the other side of the wall feels like another chapter of my life.

 

It takes every bit my will to command my legs to loosen up but remembering it's Luke who's been keeping me up on my feet; I start to relax.

I lean against the cold door, cool against the blistering temperature of my body.

His eyes ask unspoken questions, and I confirm it with a smile.

Though ugly as it is, I know that Luke knows what he’s doing. He will never hurt me, not on purpose anyway...

Parting my legs gently, I feel his breath there making me stiffen.

His soothing cold voice cuts through my thoughts. "I promise you it'll be good. Just let go."

I don't realize that I'm too uptight until the sting of my nails digging into my palm process in my brain.

Taking a long rag breath, I completely let go this time.

Luke works with such ease and experience that he rips my underwear in peace! Before the shock can register fully, he dives in for the kill and knocks my breath away.

His mouth sinful, while his tongue a master piece.

I'm thrown off balance. Thankfully he holds me tight while making me lose my mind at the same time. If there's anyone who can do that effortlessly, it's Luke.

He swings my left leg on his shoulder, delving deeper in me. My hands take a fist of his hair, pulling him away in a mad trance. But as if purge on, he goes crazier than it is already.

His digit draws circles there while his tongue plays with that sensitive nerve that has me bowing my back in pleasure. Pressing deeper, his finger tries to loosen me, building a tightness in that area. It's a little uncomfortable, but after a while, my body begins to relax to the intrusion. He bellies his movement with his skilful tongue to the movement of his finger. A heaviness in my stomach starts to build up; my eyes pressed tight in anticipation of what is to come.

Pushing me further to the edge, Luke bumps the tip of his nose to that tight nerve, pushing another finger that crashes my world apart in the most beautiful way.

My body tightens against his fingers gingerly continuing to plow me to my orgasm.

My body sags against him after the powerful orgasm that takes me over.

A deep rumble of his voice breaks me out of my shock, finding him grinning at me most beautifully.

"I've never seen a better sight in my entire life, Olivia."

 

My cheeks burn, only realizing now how intimate we were a moment ago. But what's surprisingly gorgeous is that he can say those words still kneeling there with his face glistening and look beautiful it hurts.

He got up to steal a kiss, holding me in my waist.

With our proximate closeness, I brush against his manhood making him jump at a mere contact. I realize that he's got his need too and yet he doesn't say anything about it.

Whatever comes over me tonight, I thank it. If there's anyone I want to share this particular moment with its Luke. I've never felt something so right before...

Wanting to give him as much pleasure he's given me, I tug at his pants string and pull him close. His eyes turn into that blue fire once again, burning hot with desire.

Acting bold and sexy, I take his hand and lay it on my breast. My eyes close at the feel of his warm callous hand cupping my heavy mound, circling the aching tip.

It's so easy to get carries away, but I hold my ground and push on my idea.

I'm going to take over this time and shows him how good it is just as how he makes her experience unforgettable.

Getting on my toes, I suck us in a breath-taking kiss before reaching between us and taking hold of him. His body freezes, eyes snapping open in confusion.

I get to smile between our kisses, loving the power I have over him as much as he has on me. It'd good to know that he loses his thoughts on me the same way.

Testing my skills, I run my hand up then slowly down making him jerk in my palm.

His hand snatches my hand in a vice grip, stopping my exploring.

I would've been devastated with his action if I never notice the unspoken pleading in those eyes. His body taught with every bit of control.

"Hey, it's okay. I want to give you back as much as you did to me." I say softly.

"There's no need for that, Olivia. I did that not because I'm looking forward to exchanging." He breathes through a tight jaw.

I shake my head, "I want to do this, Luke. I want all of you."

His eyes close, his lips press in a tight line. "I swear you'll be the death of me."

I smile, smug.

 

Without a single doubt in my mind, I copy what he did earlier and drop in front of his raging hard on. I'm not sure that I will give him a good one, but I will try my best.

His eyes flutter open, staring at me on my knees.

"Fuck, Olivia. I don't think that this is a good idea..." he tries to persuade me, but it lacks enough conviction.

He wants this as much as I do.

What I say next is not me, but since he seems to like it, I don't mind half as much.

"I want you in my mouth."

"Fuck." he curses under his breath, running a shaky hand through his midnight black hair.

Hooking my fingers through the band of his pyjama pants, I pull it down along with his boxer. An engorge organ springs out to bounce on his belly nests in a tuft of dark hair. The tip an angry color of red, pulsing and glistening with his pre-cum. It's a scary sight especially with its size but beautiful at the same time. The vein’s thick and throbbing.

My mouth run dries, overwhelm.

 

"There's no need for you to do this, Olivia." he insists, giving me a choice that I don't need.

There's no use for words; I just have to simply show him how much I want this.

Trying on taking it, on the one hand, my dainty hand tries to wrap it all in, but it just won't do. All the while, he's perfectly still while his hands curl into white knuckle fists.

For something so hard looking it sure is silky to the touch and firm at the same time. Entrance, I brush my thumb in the head making him grit his teeth.

I can see how much this is taking so much of his control, so I stop exploring and make a mental note of doing it another time.

Taking him by two hands, I finally have all of his wrap up forming me into a big O and have him fully in my mouth.

His hands reach out to grip on the doorknob in a vice grip I thought he'll break it.

Fumbling around, I start to bob my head copying his work earlier. The magic of his tongue is what got me losing myself, and I have a pretty wild guess that it has the same effect on him. I play with the tip using my tongue earning myself a plus point when I hear him groan with pleasure. I take him deeper each time, gagging at the size of him.

 

Even through the haze of his need, he pulls himself away and stops me.

"That's enough." He says firmly.

I lick my lips making him groan.

"You're making it hard to stop, Olivia."

I don't miss a beat. "Who says about stopping?"

His face is a contrast between in pain and agreeing to me but being Luke, he will never let the mad rush think for him.

"This is your first time, for Pete's sake, Olivia!"

I meet his dark gaze, showing him my honest decision through my eyes.

His eyes close for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose as if this is giving him a worse migraine.

"Think about what you're saying. I can't go back once we're there."

With all the choices he's giving me tonight, I swear he can just get over it and list me off his lists of another secretary he sleeps with.

 

"Don't think for me, Luke. It's up to me to decide for my own. Whatever comes out of this is none of your business already."

If a look can kill, then I'm already dead the second his eyes pierce into mine.

"You're every bit my concern, Mathew. You're not going anywhere until you're satiated."

My body shivers with the vague promise knowing fully well that he's good with his words.

When he claims my lips, it's a bruising kiss full of hunger. I encircle my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers through the soft silkiness of his hair.

He breaks the kiss and scoops me in his arms effortlessly as if I weigh nothing. He threads upstairs keeping his eyes on me all the way to his room. I know that it's his room by the unique scent that is only him. Spicewood and pines.

He set me down gently on his made-up bed, making me sink into it.

I quickly dash my clothes away, sitting in my naked glory as he is. There's no barrier now to keep us from each other, from becoming as one.

He runs a thorough look at me, making me want to cover myself, but I hold myself. There's no use in being coy now when we've managed this far.

 

He closes the distance between us with long strides of his strong legs. He gives me just enough space when he settles by the foot of the end.

Eyes soft, he gives me a last and final choice. "You can turn around and pretend that this never happens. You're still intact, Olivia."

I close the distance between us and place my palm on his rough cheeks, his stubble tickling me.

"You're not a monster to ruin me, Luke."

He leans into my touch, eyes closing. "I wish I can persuade you on that."

If I'm going to have more than a tumble in the bed with Luke, I have to patient. He believes to be accountable for everyone's mistake for too long that it'll take a while to change his thoughts on that. It's not going to be an easy road that's for sure.

I lean close until our lips are touching.

He tilts my chin up for better access, pressing his tongue to open my lips. I freely give him access, giving back as much as he's giving me.

For a while, we just savor the sweetness of the moment until we finally have enough of playing around.

 

Luke lifts me up until I'm lying down on a pillow that wafts his scent. My head spins from dizziness having him all over my senses.

"Imagining someone else?" his cool tone cut through my reverie, but his face is anything to go by.

I trace his lower lip with my thumb, just smiling at his remark. Trust Luke to expect the worse in everything.

"What am I going to with you, you silly man!"

He dots kisses everywhere on me. To my eyes, cheeks, the tip of my nose, forehead, chin, ears—lingering there a little longer to nibble on them—and to my neck. He pays extra special time there saying sorry for each one of them. His kisses leave burning trails in their wake making me anticipate with each one each time.

When he finally ventured a little lower, I can't help but offer myself to where it's aching already. He places his hand on the small of my back, lifting me up higher as if to look like I'm offering myself on a silver platter.

He takes one aching nipple to his mouth making me gasps. He tugs, nips and sucks at it like a child, taking his sweet time on each one.

I grow impatient as the time ticks by, throwing niceties out in the window and directly put his hands where that region needs attention.

He smiles through his sucking. Nevertheless, he makes me lose my thoughts, all the same, giving me waves of orgasms after orgasms.

 

We play around for quite some time where I pump him, and that's how it is for a while until he finally grows frustrated.

He parts my legs with his leg and lines up his manhood on my entrance.

"It will hurt, but I promise to make it better. Try to relax."

All of a sudden my heart’s starts hammering hard, the first time after some time.

Luke presses the tip ever so slightly, my resistance fighting it.

"Hold on to me, sweetheart."

I wrap my arms around him; my eyes press tight at the anticipation.

He tries to loosen me up by pushing a little deeper each time which is a little uncomfortable but nothing bad. Not until he draws a lazy circle in my nubbin, pushing near to the edge that he pushes all the way in.

"Luke!"

The pain cuts through me in an unimaginable, mind numbing feeling.

 

He stays still, whispering in my ears. It helps me distract from the pain until it ebbs to a distant memory.

I pivoted around to tests if stills hurt and it does sting a little but nothing like before.

"Alright, you can move now."

Luke asks a couple of times if he can actually and I assure him I won't break if he does.

Little do I know how I am.

After a while, all niceties fly out the window. Luke pulls all the way out to slam back in. The feeling of him filling me up is a foreign feeling in my body yet beautiful.

"Luke!" I complain making him laugh.

He hooks one leg over the crook of his arm for me to accommodate his size better. From there, he buries himself deep making me forget my name.

He only asks if I will be okay if he goes faster and after my approval, we both lose ourselves in oblivion.

My worlds are shaken hard and fast until we're grasping each other's names.

 

"Look at me, Olivia."

The moment our eyes meet is the same moment we let our love making burst into a white-hot fury. We hold onto each other for dear life as our body wracks with the force of our love.

*

Luke prepare us a warm bath, filling the tub with warm water with relaxing salt to it. The scent of scented candle not only helps with the relaxation but also casts a romantic lighting. After that, Luke allow me a couple of hours of sleep before waking me up with hot kisses. From then on, we try every position. One is when he makes love to me slowly to the side and then fast and rough when I'm on top of him.

It's already mid-afternoon when we wake up, my body aching in delicious places.

He's not there beside me when I fully wake up unlike when I'm dozing in and out of sleep, playing unconsciously with my hair. Nevertheless, I can smell the smoke of bacon and egg in the air.

There's a note on the night stand with his cursive writing written classically.

I'll have the breakfast ready soon, sweet.

I smile at the letter, rereading it and again.

Finally, I manage to make it to the shower and rinse myself decently then throws on one of his t-shirt and boxers. I slowly descend downstairs, wincing every step of the way.

 

I spot him skilfully work around his well-equip kitchen in nothing but his pyjama pants, bare feet. He's still hair slightly damp from shower making me thankful that I force myself to go for one myself.

"I include it in the note for you to stay there, sweet." He says without looking up.

I shake my head for thinking that I can ever sneak up on him.

"I can't just sit still. I'll feel like a damsel in distress."

He looks up from what he's doing, the afternoon light catching his eyes. They were the color of pale blue, gone is the harshness I always see in them.

Frowning, he says, "You're too hard headed for a damsel in distress, my love."

My heart skips a beat at his chosen endearment.

"Is that a bad thing?" I raise my brows.

His eyes grow hooded, "It can be."

Just like that, we make a memory to his magazine model kitchen as well.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten

Luke

Some things are better off undiscovered. That way it'll be nice and intact to a place where it fits to be. But with so many skeletons I keep dumping on my closet, they're now coming out slowly. I can't keep them hidden anymore; it's getting hard to maintain it and pretend they're never there.

I've been playing the hero role lately that even I deceive myself from believing it's true. Now I'm paying the price for dreaming.

"Does she know that you have a child from one of your whore, Luke?"

I don't know how or why but I keep finding myself to a place I want to bury along with my black and white pass. But it's like running in a circle inside a maze; you'll always end up in a spot you've been.

The blinding light makes the pounding in my temple worsen, making it harder for me to form a coherent thought.

"Or do you keep her in the dark as well?"

Despite the boosts, I've consumed for the past couple of days, I can still process the image of the face I never want to see. He's the reason why my family falls apart. He's the reason why I fucking try so hard to be where I am now. And for what?

I only find out later that no matter what I do, Dawson Hemmington will never be a father I need him to be. I'm sorry that I continue to waste all my life trying to live up as the ideal son. And in the end, the very person I hold so much hate from becomes me.

My tongue heavy, I try to speak but to no avail.

The little asshole laughs, enjoying himself. It's not every day he gets to see me beyond my organized and collected world.

"Think you did your worse already? Well, why not go ahead and be a man, big bro. Tell her that you kill your son's mother so you can keep your dirty little secret."

His taunting's sucking me back to that day where her body lays motionless on the floor, eyes vacant.

There's not a day where she doesn't haunt me. Those smiling brown eyes that glow with so much warmth or how her eyes will crinkle by the corner with so much smiling and not a single in the world she has is no more. They're filmy and unseeing. For years, it has me drinking myself to stupor, but when I realize that it won't numb the pain away, I try to end my life. But Isaac saves me from that dark moment, walking in on me with the most innocent eyes.

"I'm going to be late for school."

I can't help but remember how those simple little statements pull me up to my feet.

"Go ahead, why don't you?" He taunts after fishing out for his phone, taking pictures of me that could ruin me and everything I build so hard.

Well, I guess this is where I'm heading at the end of the day anyway. Just got a little too early than anticipated. The asshole got a few steps ahead of me; I give him that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

Olivia

Luke and I agree on still living in our houses although he insists I move in with his already. He points out all the logic why it's smart to move in with him and almost persuade me to it. But I manage to hold my ground even through his different tactics on convincing me. Yes, that includes the delicious part which is hard for me. But after a while, he stops bringing the subject and just enjoys each other's company whenever we drop by to our rightful places.

He's been to my studio type of an apartment making it smaller than it is with his towering height. He moves around cautiously, but he never makes a single comment about it. We sit on the roof of my window one night watching the stars since it's a good weather then we get to cuddle in one blanket because it's the beginning of fall.

Vice versa, in his house we have a movie marathon with lots of snacks or enjoy a cup or two of wine. Some days we read in silence, and there are also days where we don't see each other fully to focus on paper works. My work mates notice his extra special treatment on me which I ask him to keep down. Asking him that small favor is like asking a wall.

This past week that went by is the first time in forever that we get separated for so long. He informs me that he'll have a week of business dealing overseas, but it's already Monday, and he hasn't come around. I leave him a couple of messages, but it's his record that always picks up.

I keep telling myself not to jump to conclusion, but I have this sick feeling in my guts. Lorina reassures me that Luke's fine and that he does this now and then when work gets too busy. I hold on to her every word hoping that she's right.

It doesn't help that my worry is messing up with my sleep pattern and eating. Lately, I keep waking up dizzy and nauseous due to lack of sleep. The sight of food makes me want to throw up.

Austin offers to bring me to the doctor one time when I come across him heading home. He drives me to the nearest clinic, and that's when my world falls apart.

My feet dangle as I sit in a patient's bed with Austin keeping me company. He's been kind and helpful, offering help where he can.

Finally, the doctor, Ms. Faustina comes with the result, a big smile on her face reassuring me that I'm perfectly fine just over fatigue.

"Alright, Olivia. I'm pleased to be the one to congratulate you for your first child."

My breath's knock out of my chest, making my head spin.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Hemmington." She says joviantly.

*

The days blur uneventful. After that afternoon Austin drop me off, he offers to stick around in case I need help, but I manage to kick him out after a while of convincing him. I mope in my room waiting for a call I never get.

Until one day...

 

I fall asleep in an awkward position, waking up to a blaring sound of my ringtone. My heart is drumming; I don't bother to look at the caller because I know who's it going to be. Except not.

"Hey, Liv. It's Austin..." I try to listen to what he's saying, but I only got a few words since I keep dozing off. The only thing I can comprehend is that we'll have to meet up. He sounds urgent, so I guess it's important.

As if guessing that I never really listen to our conversation even with my response to his every question I never actually hear, he texts me where and when to meet up.

I try to make myself look at least as decent as I can, taking the taxi to town where I meet up with Austin in a French cafe. He's already sitting at the back when I arrive. He got up and assists me to my seat.

"I didn't mean to pull you out in the forbidden hour with this deadly weather, but it's essential Liv." With the way, his eyes keep watching my expression with weariness has my stomach sinking.

"This has to do with, Luke?"

He nods, grim.

I steal myself.

Wordlessly, he glides an envelope I fail to notice. "This is for the best, Liv."

 

I open it with a heavy heart, finding pictures of what looks like a beautiful woman once, lying cold on the floor. Her lips purple blue, her skin ashen grey. My stomach heaves at each angle of pictures taken and wonders how this woman connects to Luke or me for that matter.

At last, I come across a newspaper where the woman fits into the picture along with Luke.

Each word is like a knife being stab on me.

Unable to hold it anymore, I throw the empty content of my stomach until I can't anymore.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twelve

Olivia

A year later…

 

My stupidity got me knock-up and heart broken, but it only lasts too long for me to bounce back on my feet. But my bundle of joy pulls me back to life. I realize when I nearly lose my daughter that I have to wake up from my delusion. My daughter needs me, and that's when I finally realize that there's use of crying my heart out for nonsense.

Luke makes it obvious that he has nothing to do with me or our daughter. Swallowing my pride, for the sake of my daughter, I contact him. He's apparently drunk, telling me he has no connection with me or my baby. Just when thought that my wound cannot be anymore beat a new, he goes ahead and beat at it far worse.

Austin helps me move forward. He finds us a secure place to settle and keeps us fed. He drops by now and then to inquire if we're holding up or if there's anything else he can do which is a sweetheart of him. He'll have nothing of my reassurance, and so I just let him do what he always does. My daughter's very fond of him in fact.

After a year that goes by, the last person I expect to see is him. I mean, I do see him in entertainment news now and then as well as in magazines but never again in person. I just finish buying milk formula and diaper when a hand grabs me by the elbow. My immediate reaction is to call for help, but one word from him and the fight drains out of me.

He spins me around, making me glimpse for the first time in forever those swirling mists of in between grey and icy blue orbs.

"I need to talk to you."

A dry, humorless laugh escapes my lips. "Now you want to talk?"

 

He regards me with a long hard look before deciding to throw me over his shoulder like he uses to do in the past, not caring of the little audience that he draws.

I gain a lot of weights after Ophelia, but he carries me as if I weigh the same as before. He deposits me on his black sports car and quickly got around the other side to lock us in. I'm too shocked to come up with an idea to escape. As he drives away, all I can think of is my daughter.

*

Luke turns off my phone, leaving me with no means of communicating from the outside world but his fortress. His opens the door with me beating his back and him spamming me on the buttocks. She jumps in surprise but asks nothing but offer her assistance in any way.

"Have a long vacation, Ms. Delhia until I summon you."

I scowl at his choice of word, glaring at him. Delhia silently slips upstairs and comes back a moment later with a few of her things with that she's out of the door.

He locks the door, making my heart drums like crazy.

I keep looking at my phone in his pocket thinking of a way to get it from him and yet at the same time not wanting to put the spotlight on my daughter. He makes it clear that he's nothing to do with my daughter. Why he's bugging me now, I don't know.

 

Running his hand through his hair, a habit he never really takes off.

"How do I begin, Olivia?"

Even after all this time, I can't help but shiver at the mention of my name in those sinful lips that whispers dirty promises on my ears after a satiating love making.

I purse my lips tight, refusing to talk.

He sighs, loosening his neck tie and unbuttoning the first three buttons of his dark polo. He rolls the sleeves up as if getting ready for a fight.

"I have a lot to set right, but that won't begin until I have you compliant and all ears."

I should have known that he'll use everything in his power to get what he wants...

*

"I'm sure that Austin's already enlightened you with his poisonous lies." He starts, staring off outside the window, his back to me.

My voice comes out cold, unfeeling. "Don't taint your brother's kindness just because you want to redeem yourself, Hemmington."

 

He's quiet for a while, and when he starts to speak again, it's as if he never hears me.

"The woman you saw in the picture," his words hang heavy opening my wounds fresh. Just when it's starting to heal he opens it again to salt it. He turns around to put more impact to the blow. "She's my fiancé." A bitter smile crosses his face, not reaching his eyes that swirls with grey at the memory.

"Or I'd like to think before because that same fiancé of mine married my best-friend and got a son along the way. They were happy for a while until he became deep in gambling, alcohol, and women."

I school my face to an emotionless expression, but I'm finding it hard every word he draws.

"Kelly falls into depression and commit suicide."

Finally, my will crumbles, making melt into a hopeless heap of a bawling mess.

But he's too lost in his memory to notice or else he will have come to me and hold me in his arms. That's just how it is even now.

"I'm a little too late just like I always was with my mom. Both of them a similar death. I don't know how broken can I be anymore but so suddenly, their son Isaac barely five years old saves me from my death myself. He stands there innocent, reminding me of myself. Ever since my mom died, I swore to myself not to put anyone in that situation. It's dark in that place and cold."

How am I supposed to hold my grudge to a man I become to hate? How can he change my mind so easily without effort? And what about me? My daughter, who he left, can I forgive him easily for that?

His eyes lose that distant look in them, looking at me now this time. "Time and time again I will play in mind whether I got your phone call that day. I was out of myself, drinking myself to death. After some time, I figure that you called. I debate with myself if I intrude in your life after all the misery I've caused you already. Most of all, I'm so afraid to befall the same fate on you and our daughter. I thought you both are better off without me. It's safer that way..." he hangs his head low, hands shaking.

"Then why did you come back?" is my croaky question, one that's been burning to ask.

He looks up, pain and misery playing in those eyes. "I've been looking everywhere for you both. I lift up rocks and around the world, but I can't track you down. It's until I have Austin followed that I finally found you both."

"How long have you known?"

"A month."

"What took you so long to approach?" I don't know why I'm asking this question trying to give him the chance to give me a good reason.

"Because of fuck it, Olivia. I will make you mine, whether I have to carry you over my shoulder to the altar I will do it."

My temper rise. "You don't have the right to leave and then make yourself welcome out of nowhere, Luke. You lost the chance!"

He doesn't miss a beat. "Once I have everything sort out I will move you and my daughter here, Olivia. I will marry you first and work hard for your forgiveness." He says each word in a slow deliberate manner as if I have a hard time understanding him if he speaks normally.

Fighting him when he's stubborn like this won't get me anywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Thirteen

Olivia

With his money and influence, he can do whatever the heck he pleases, and that includes having my daughter stolen out of our house without effort.

Despite his flaws, I can't deny him his place in my daughter's life, set aside my personal feelings for him. He holds her with such tenderness as if he's afraid of breaking her. She's sleeping comfortably in his arms without a care in the world. I ache at the sight of them, of the year that they miss together.

We are on his penthouse where I'm mostly holes in in his room while he busies himself without daughter. But one day he has Ophelia under the care of Delhia which I don't mind. The woman is kind and sweet not the fact that Fee loves her.

It's hot, and I'm bored out of my brain when I decide to dip in the Olympic pool or so it seems when he walks in without a single sound.

He's leaning against the sliding door watching me like a hawk watches his next target. I quickly got out of the water and tried to maneuver around him when he catches me by the waist pulling my plush against his body. His warm against my shivering body and rock solid.

For months that we've been here, I can't help but be compliant to his hands even if just for a little while.

He nibbles on my ear, whispering darkly. "You've gone sexier than before, sweet."

His old endearment to me hitting home.

I try to get away from his steel chain that is his arms but to no avail.

"Don't be an asshole." I bite out.

"And bolder as well. I like it."

Every word chips away on the wall that I've built around me. So, when he spins me around, I don't fight his kiss that's been long overdue.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and rediscovers my mouth all over again. As my shivering body, he lifts me up and laymen down gently on the sofa not caring if it's going to be soaking with my wet body. He trails kisses down until he's facing my aching area.

Without a word, he tugs at my hot red bikini claiming me. Just when I thought he couldn't be any better, he surprises me dipping three thick fingers inside me until I'm screaming his name.

He leaves me no time to recover because he easily turns our position. He lays down on the sofa and put me on top of him, reaching behind me to untie the bra and toss it to the side. He pulls me down to briefly kiss me and then began to make me lose my mind. Lifting my hips up, he guides me to his throbbing organ and impales me. He groans, holding himself back until I'm well accustomed to his size again. Afterward, he's relentless, and I give as much enthusiasm as he does meeting his thrust for thrust.

After the euphoria dies, we fall asleep in each other's arms just to wake up hungry for each other again.

He has me on my knees this time, taking me in a strange position that has a different feel to it. He has me to straighten up and wrap my arms around him backward so that my breasts all out for him to claim while still very much getting full of him.

Never have we venture this far before, but this time, it's different. Raw, needy and strangely beautiful on it's right. It's not the romantic making love like before but downright need for each other.

As I drift to sleep that night, satiated. I realize that distance only makes our hearts grown fonder for each other. This isn't fairy tale because fairy tales are nothing but a false idea of a relationship. We manage to keep through the storm and come out alive. We may never be able to change the past, but we can make a better one to our present to the future.

But first, we'll have to deal with the mess we've made along the way. But this time, it'll be the three of us in the picture, no more skeletons to threaten our happy ending.