53|fitting in

Liana Moore

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Oliver and I arrived in Las Vegas. It was our second time to be in the city together. This time, he took me to the mansion he owned as Mister CO. His home.

I admit he had a taste like his father. Everything about the mansion was as calming as Castillo mansion. What was different was that his mansion was in an estate facing the beach.

"You have a beautiful place," I said as we both ambled to the entrance. He was holding my hand, allowing me to feel his warmth.

"Thank you."

"You used to stay here before coming to California?"

"Yes, though no one knew except for my friends."

I nodded.

We hadn't opened the entrance door when it flew open. Julia jumped in front of us while squealing. "Finally!"

She jumped on me. "Oh." She clutched me into a bone-wrecking hug.

"Girl, you need a good beating."

"I do." I hugged her back. It was nice to see her again after a month. "You smell like garlic."

"Oh, we are cooking." She pulled out and gave Oliver a brief hug. "Come, join us." She