Oliver has a very sour relationship with his parents; little wonder why they won't when he went through so much as a kid. I'm not particularly a fan of his parents, but I just didn't want him beating himself up over the fundraiser.When we arrived at the event, the venue was a bit packed with all the crème de la crème of society mingling together and making deals. We all know that charity is just a front for their illegal deals.I tagged along under the disguise of hunting for a rich guy, but actually, I'm here to keep an eye on Oliver; I didn't want him to fall into one of his crazy episodes. I can't deal with another one of his episodes."Son! You made it," Mr. Caine called out after seeing Oliver."You didn't give me more of a choice now, did you?" Oliver whispered to his dad.Now, do you understand when I say his relationship with his parents is sour?"Honey, it's nice to see you again," his mom exclaimed, spreading her arms for a hug."I wish I could say the same," he replied."C
I knew Mrs. Caine never liked anything about me, but to think that she had me investigated all this time is one thing that pisses me off. What could I have possibly done to her to deserve what she is dishing out to me?"Charmer!" Oliver yet out as he ran towards me,"Charm, just hold up!" I heard Oliver calling from behind. I had no reason to be mad at Oliver, but I was just not in the mood to talk to anyone. I needed to unleash my anger on something or someone, but I didn't want to unleash it on Oliver."Just go back inside, Oliver; I just want to be left alone," I snapped at him while still walking away, without a glance in his direction."You know I can't; just hold on for a second," he said to me, but I didn't stop for even a second. He grabbed my left hand from behind, spinning me to face him."I don't want to talk to you," I yelled at him, fighting to pull my hands away from his grip."Charm, please calm down and listen to me," he said, tightening his grip on my arms."Oliver, l
Throughout my day at the office, I was nothing but a shadow of myself, taunted regularly by the memories of what had transpired between Oliver and me yesterday night. It was as though Mother Nature and the Devil had made a pact to frustrate me; everywhere I turned, I could only see people making out.I entered the office thinking I was kind of free from it all, only to be handed a case of a noise complaint from some neighbors against a couple. The neighbors couldn't stand the screams and heavy groaning that came out of their apartment each time they were at it.It was my first time covering such a weird story, and I was to interview the couple. Honestly, I think the couple needs to be exiled because I spent the major part of the interview trying to separate them from each other. I wonder how they get things done around the house when all they do is tug at each other's clothes.I couldn't finish up in time to swing by the house and change before going to Ellen's engagement party; it wa
We were both shocked and dumbfounded when we heard the voice. We both turned immediately toward the voice, only to find Arielle standing a few feet away from us. I turned to meet Oliver's gaze. I was signaling for him to say something, but he was just too scared to say a word. I knew right then and there that I had to manage the situation before it spun out of control."Nothing, just having a little falling out with Oliver." I tried covering up. I didn't know how much of our conversation she listened to, but I just knew it was best to start this way."Baby, I have never seen you guys argue over anything; are you sure this is nothing?" Arielle kept shaking Oliver's right arm while Oliver stared at her like a moron.I don't like her one bit, but I just don't want her to find out what transpired between Oliver and me.I quickly eyeballed Oliver to say something to salvage the situation; he caught on and assured her that he was fine. He also assured her that we were practically fine now.
I stood at the center of the room, mouth open, as she went on about how Oliver was hers and hers alone.I knew there was something off about her from the very beginning, but to think she could pretend this much is just something else. I was too shocked at the very words coming out of her mouth, but I hid my surprise as quickly as they came. I knew then and there that it was about time I told her off."The last time I checked, Oliver wasn't yours, and neither is he mine. Besides, what makes you think he can't see past your pretense, you dumb kitty?" I fired at Arielle."Haa! Oh wow, the b*tch does bite; well, he is mine since I'm the one he is with now."She gloated while walking around the room like she had won a Nobel prize. "I have no business with your man, stupid, but when you start acting as though you love Oliver, then it becomes my problem besides we both know you only love spending his hard-earned money and you don't have any single feelings for him." Arielle was shocked at
"Hey Dean, come on in. I guess you guys decided to bring the breakfast upstairs," Arielle said with fake enthusiasm, then she dragged Dean into the room. She recalled me as she walked past me. I stood transfixed at the door while holding it open.Dean placed the tray on the table beside the other platter, and he sat on the bed, making Oliver shift closer to Arielle, who went on scolding Oliver for abandoning her downstairs. I couldn't believe my eyes; the very thing I ran away from found its way to me."Baby, you left me all alone downstairs," Arielle buzzed while tugging at Oliver's arm. I was growing impatient with the whole drama, and how good she was at pretending made it even more unbearable. I wanted to grab her by the hair and drag her out of the room but advised myself against it. I knew she wouldn't let it slide, but I made up my mind to avoid her like the plague she is. I have only realized since her little drama that she is capable of anything just to stick by Oliver's si
I was struggling to free myself from the water, but it kept pulling me down into its depths. I wasn't much of a swimmer, and I do black out when thrown into a vast body of water. I continued struggling to get an edge and free myself, but I was gradually losing consciousness while sinking to the depths of the river.In a split second, my whole life flashed right in my face. I never imagined I would be dying out here in a small river, in this tiny town, and most importantly, without actualizing my dream of marrying a billionaire. The thought of dying a pauper broke my heart into pieces as I gradually sank to the bottom. I know the river glitters like gold, but it's not lose to the real thing. I prayed earnestly in my heart to the god of riches to give me one more chance to make my dream come true.I was a few inches away from hitting the bottom and almost lost consciousness when someone grabbed my right arm. I have never been as grateful as I was when I felt those strong hands on my arm
OLIVER'S POV"Welcome back, sir." Martha was all smiles seeing me home."Thanks, Martha; I thought today was your day off?" I asked her, surprised to see her."It is, sir, but you have been away for a while. I thought I should help clean up the place before you get back. Besides, I know you have not been eating well since you traveled." I couldn't help but smile at her. Of course, Martha has always treated me like her son.She has been working for me for the past 10 years; we have grown so accustomed to each other that you would mistake her for my mom.She lost her husband and two kids a few years ago in an accident before she started working for me. She came to me broken in many pieces. I guess I would say we both healed each other."I'm fine, Martha, but I sure missed you." she chuckled. "Yeah, I know you did miss my cooking."I laughed hard. Don't blame me; the woman sure knows her way around the kitchen. "Did anyone come looking for me?""Anyone, yo