I woke up exhausted from our little rendezvous yesterday. I didn't know that I had it in me.Well, I guess Oliver brings out the best in me. If you know what I mean, I sighed the very moment I remembered I had to be at work this morning."Stupid job" Should I quit already? I was beginning to get tired of the work pressure, and now I have corruption to uncover."Damn Tanner," I cursed. I quickly remembered my super hot Oliver, who was sleeping next to me. I smiled, since I woke up I have been facing the other side of the bed.I quickly turned over to get a glimpse of Oliver. But an empty bed was what I saw, my brows went up in a furrow, contemplating where he was.Hold on, did I kick him down from the bed? I gasped and immediately sat up to check on the floor.I heaved a sigh of relief when I didn't see him on the floor. I fumbled with my hair, remembering his deep voice whispering crazy things in my ear all through the night."Wait up; if he isn't on the floor, where is he then?" I

I froze at the sound of that familiar voice. I quickly stood while feeling like I was being bitten by an ant.Dean turned as well toward the voice."Nothing," I quickly replied as Oliver stared from me to Dean, confused."Oliver, what are you doing here?" Dean asked."I should be asking you that, Dean," he said as he walked in. I was quickly reminded of our stay at the hotel last month."Charmer, did you make this?" Oliver asked the instant his eyes rested on the plate."Smarty, don't you dare make fun of my award-winning cooking skills," I warned him.He chuckled. "What are you guys celebrating?" he asked looking from dean to me. "Just having dinner," I replied."Well, I hope you guys don't mind if I join then," he said, disappearing into the kitchen.Dean and I silently looked at each other without saying a word."Are things between you guys cool now?" Dean asked. I guess he must be talking about the day he helped me escape from Oliver.I was about to reply to him when Oliver appea

"Ouch!" I winced."Are you hurt?" a coarse, deep male voice asked me. I instantly became aware of the danger I just walked into. How do I explain why I was at this part of the woods, and for fucks sake, how do I explain my reason for running? "Are you okay?" He asked yet again. It was a bit dark out here, but I could tell he was a man in his sixties. "Are you blind, sir? I could have fallen to my death," I said, trying to get off the floor. I tried getting off the floor in his watchful gaze but fell right back on the floor. "What are you doing out here?" he asked, stretching his hand to me. I took it, and he helped me off the floor. "I came for the gala," I said, pointing towards the house. "Gala is that way; what are you doing back here?" he asked. I didn't know what response I could give; the eye patch he was wearing was giving off these bad vibes. I immediately staggered back and forth,"I came to take some air but kind of got lost; you said it's this way back to the party?

I turned, heading towards the door, but I began hearing footsteps behind me. I turned around immediately, only to see no one. I looked around, but the alley was empty and dark.I heard a sound coming from behind the waste bins stacked in the corner. I became scared, and my body was covered in goosebumps. It was as if some fight was going on behind those bins. I moved backward with my eyes still fixed on the bins, waiting for something to jump out to take to my heels. "Oh God!" I screamed and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a tiny cat run out from behind the bin, but the bin didn't stop shaking. I spun on my heels and ran to my apartment. I slumped into the couch the minute I got into my apartment while breathing heavily. "That was scary," I said as laid on the couch to rest for a few seconds before I went to freshen up.I woke up and checked the time only to realize it was already morning. I was surprised I had slept off till this morning, putting on the same clothes. I mu

For the past few days, I have been locked inside my apartment, throwing the grandest pity party of all time. It was damn frustrating and heartbreaking, but I just couldn't get past the fact that Oliver broke me into tiny pieces for the first time in my life. Honestly, if this is what heartbreak looks like, I would rather remain a gold digger. I woke up this morning feeling reluctant to get back to work, but knowing Mrs. Tanner well, she would circumcise me if I didn't show up at the office today.My apartment looks like a pig lives in it, but I don't give a fuck about anything. I took my bath and I got to the office, and Ethan came to my desk with his wacky jokes.But I wasn't in the mood for any of them. He tried to get me to laugh at his jokes, but there was practically nothing funny about the jokes to begin with.He would just dabble a few words and expect you to laugh. "Come on, Charm, these are my Harvard jokes," he said, looking sad and making faces. "I'm sorry, but they a