"All the redundancy packages concluded?" I hear Anthony ask.
Slowly, I open my eyes.
He's sitting on the couch in the bedroom, his phone pressed against his ear.
"And the cost?..." He whistles between his teeth. "Sheesh...that was one expensive mistake..."
I sit up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my index.
"And Conner?...Have Piper send me the schematics. Conner said he'd cracked the problem..." He finally notices me, he sends me a small tight-lipped smile of acknowledgement which I roll my eyes at.
"There's a plot of land here that I'm interested in but I want to see what Maldives will offer if we move in....Yeah, get Mark to call..." he wanders out of the bedroom. I assume it's so I can no longer hear his conversation.
I get off the bed and open up my suitcase to grab some clothes.
Deciding on some leggings and a big hoody, I shuffle into the ba
The cool wind hits my face, blowing my hair in several directions as I stand by the sea shore, staring vaguely into the deep, blue water and wondering if I’ll have a baby girl or boy...and if Anthony will still be a father to him or her...and of I’ll meet the man of my dreams someday who will love not just me but everything that comes with me including my child.My mind wanders to the time I lashed out at Anthony. The thought sends a shrill down my spine. I don’t know what came over me...what the hell was I even mad about?‘The fact that he chose not to kiss you’ my subconscious supplies, batting her lashes innocently. I shut her out but even I know she’s kinda right.But why? Why would I be mad that he didn’t kiss me?It must be the pregnancy. Hormones...that’s a logical explanation right?‘Wrong. Completely wrong...you want to know why? I’ll tell you...’ my subconscious resurfaces and I
I've been in my bedroom since yesterday, avoiding Anthony.The beach house, unlike the hotel has 2 bedrooms and we don't have to use the same bathroom which is a big help when you're trying to avoid someone.That works for a while. I've just pulled on some sweats when..."Olivia?" Anthony calls from the other side of the door."Um...yeah?" I call back quietly."I ordered breakfast" he informs, dryly "Come have some before it goes cold"I hear him walking away.Do I want to? I mean, yes I'm hungry but do I want to see him.What am I doing? Olivia Hart fears nothing'Even a little kiss?' My subconscious tauntsShe's right, it was just a little kiss, doesn't mean anything.But why did it affect me the way it did though?
He's here, in front of me 8 years later...and he's married to her.He was mine...and now he's hers.She stole him from me.'He was never yours' my subconscious reminds me.'Yes, he was' I reply.'You never said yes' says my subconscious.Peter was a nerd back in high school. He was never noticed by anyone especially Molly...she never even knew he existed until he started hanging out with me.She's always wanted everything I had, that's the main reason we never got along.Back in the day, I was a real menace, caused a ruckus everywhere I went...got detention most times...Liam had to cover for me a lot (got in so much trouble because of me) but nobody could blame me; I was going through a really tough time and everybody respected that.It was fruitless to try to make me see reason but t
It's been one week in Maldives and we leave tonight.I know I didn't want to come on this trip before but now, I'm so glad I did...not like I had a choice anyway.Anthony and I have become a lot more comfortable with each other.Funny how I never wondered about his mother...apparently, she's abroad somewhere and he named Grace Manufactures and Holdings after her.He loves her a lot and she loves him too...much unlike my mom."Liv?" Anthony calls out."Out here" I call back.I'm sitting on a lounge chair, sipping a glass of lemon juice, dressed in an Ekouaer Pajamas Set which I just purchased. It's black with the caption 'Let Me Sleep' and I just love it."Hi" I smile when he comes into view."You know your baby bump's starting to show" he observes.I look down at my growing belly and place a hand over it."It is, isn't it? Who knew pregnancy would look so cool on me?" I muse."What should we na
We're back in New York. Mr. Wayne, the same pilot from before just announced that."Ready?" Anthony says to me softly.I nod and follow closely behind him.Mr Wayne is outside when we get out with a woman pilot, who is blonde."Mr Trevelyan. Mrs Trevelyan" Mr Wayne bows politely."Hi, Scott" I smile, dropping the formality.His looks surprised for a second but recovers quickly."Hello, Mrs Trevelyan" he smiles, politely."Just call me Olivia""Not if you still want to keep your job" Anthony growls, shooting Scott the most piercing glare.Scott clears his throat awkwardly and I feel bad for him.Why's Anthony such a dick?Anthony strides elegantly away from us"He's just jealous" I say to Scott, loud enough for Anthony to hear "he's very um...possessive so
I wake up earlier than usual to make breakfast for myself and avoid Violet at all cost while I'm at it.I slip my feet into my fluffy slippers, shove my phone in the pocket of my Pajamas shorts and stroll out of my room.Going down to the kitchen, I recall my last encounter with Violet about cooking ingredients. A shrill goes up my spine as Anthony's angry face pops up in my memory.Angry Anthony scares me, frankly but that's a good thing because any Anthony scares most people and Olivia Hart isn't most people so just angry's good...plus hardly anybody's nice when their angry."Ahhhh!" I shriek when Anthony's image comes up suddenly in front of me. He's wearing a white tee and boxer shorts."Be quiet, will you?" He says in a hushed voice."Well, you startled me" I glare at him."Well, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry"Did Anthony Trevelyan just apologize to me? Am I dreaming?"Did...did you just say sorry?" I ask, pursing my
"What are you doing here, Anthony?" I repeat when he doesn't answer."Take a seat Ms. Hart" he hisses angrily.Gosh, he's really mad. What's wrong?"What the hell are you doing here, Anthony? And why are you so mad?""That's no way to talk to your boss, Ms. Hart" he spits.Is he delirious? Did he just say boss? What the hell?"Boss?" I snort "You better get out of here, I came here for an interview""Then sit your a*s on that chair" he growls."What the hell got you so angry? And why are you taking it all out on me? And why do you think you're my boss?" My voice softens at the end of that and I take a seat."Olivia" he closes his eyes and when he opens them again, they're softer."Okay, let's start with one...what's your problem?""You""Me?" I ask in disbelief "What did I do?""Why did you apply for this interview as Olivia Hart?""Uh...what would you have had me do?" My eyebrows furro
I'm strolling in through the front door at 10:35pm with my shoes in my hands. The lights have been switched off and as it seems no one's up.I shut the door quietly and take out my phone to find the light switch.I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water.I'm gulping down some water when Anthony appears in the doorway."Hi" I greet, rinsing the glass."Is there a reason you got back so late?" He asks warily."Well, yes, I grabbed lunch then hung out with a few friends for a while" I shrug, putting the glass away."There's a reason for the existence of phones, you know?""Yes, I know I should've called, I just..." I frown "...I guess, I didn't think you'd care""I was this close to ordering a search party""Hey, have you seen that? From what I know, the movie's real good" I ask, totally ignoring the point."No, I haven't seen the movie, Liv" his tone is blank, his expression unreadable."Nei