OLIVIA "Not again!" I cry out.I fight the urge to slam my fist against the steering wheel. That would only hurt me.But damn it, what is wrong with my car now? I have classes to get to, and I need to get there as soon as possible. But when I got in the car and tried to start the engine, the car just wouldn't turn over.I think I am in trouble.I get out of the car and look it over, even though I don't have a clue of what I am looking for. I start tapping my fingers on the phone I am holding, frustrated with the car. I can't take a cab, either. By the time one arrived, I would have been waiting for over half an hour. That would make me late for class. As I think about all this, I see Sarah walk out of the living room and head for her own car. My hands clench into fists. Should I go talk to her? What if she ignores me? She has been giving me the cold shoulder since I hit her across the face yesterday.Maybe I should go and meet her. But I need help, no matter what is going on b
OLIVIAMy mouth falls open. No, this is too tempting.If I scream, he will shove his dick in my mouth. Should I just scream and let him do it? I don't know how the thought of his dick in my mouth comes into my mind. Now, I find myself thinking about how his dick would feel in my mouth. What does it even look like? Long and veiny? Oh shit, where do all these dirty thoughts come from? When do I become this way?I have always known that I have a darker side, but not to this extent. Where is it all coming from? Even I am taken aback by how dirty my thoughts have become. What kind of spell does Aiden have over me, that he can make me shed my good girl image? "Good girl," Aiden murmurs, pulling me out of my thoughts.I look up at him through the rearview mirror, and his eyes meet mine for a few seconds. A corner of his mouth curls into a sly grin before he turns his attention back to the road."I like how you listen to me. You are so obedient," He adds. "That is what a good girl doe
OLIVIAI flinch when Aiden slams his fist on the steering wheel. That must have hurt. “ Are you deaf?” Aiden barks, his voice raised and sharp. I arch an eyebrow. What is with the sudden change in his tone? Is he messing around with me or what? But, the look in his eyes tells me he is not playing around. There is something going on with him. Something serious. I try to speak, but I can't find the right words. My voice catches in my throat. It seems like the right words are not in my head anymore.I just sit there, staring at him while his gaze still remains fixed straight ahead, not on the rearview mirror, but out the windshield. Aiden's head falls back to the steering wheel, and he clenches his fists on his thighs.I close my eyes, trying to piece together everything that has happened that day involving Aiden.I had called him and asked for a ride, and he had agreed. His tone and demeanor at the time were a far cry from what they are now.He had driven to my house. He had even fl
OLIVIAI shoot Aiden a deadly glare. Is he messing with me? Or does he actually mean it? Is he really telling me to cancel my date with Nathan? Or Is he just messing around like a class clown?"Excuse me," I say, needing to get past him to find my makeup, my foot wear and everything else I need for the date.Aiden raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear me?" He asks, his eyes boring into me.“ I heard you. I just don't think you are serious,” I say, holding his gaze without looking away. “ Now, will you allow me to pass?” “ No, I won't allow you to pass,” He states.“ Don't you dare mess around with me,” I snap. “ I am already annoyed with you. Don't make me more angry.” “ Are you sure you are really annoyed with me?” He asks. My eyebrows lift. What is he getting at? “ Yes, I am annoyed with you about what you did in your car,” I reply. “ And, trust me, I would be more annoyed if you don't let me pass.”“Oh,” Aiden mutters. “ You are annoyed with me, and you let me kiss you.” “ Fu
OLIVIATell me I am dreaming. Tell me this is a figment of my wild imagination. Please, just tell me this is a dream. I can't believe this is happening. I don't want to believe it. Is this really Elite Palace? There is no way I am really at Elite Palace, the most luxurious and exclusive restaurant in town. It must be a fantasy. “ Are you okay?” I hear a gentle voice ask from behind me.I feel a hand close around mine and our fingers lace together. The scent of his cologne - something floral, wildflowers perhaps fills my nose. I turn to face him, and my eyes lock with his, an ocean blue that seems to pierce right through me. I force a smile. “ I am okay,” I utter. I am not dreaming. This is real - no fantasy, no wild dream. I am really at Elite Palace and Nathan is standing right beside me with our hands interlocked. God, this is really happening. I've got to tell Ashley. We have been talking about saving up to come to Elite Palace just for a piece of cake and a drink. I can'
OLIVIAI haven't thought of Aiden since I left him at my house. He has not crossed my mind since I got to Elite Palace. He has not even entered my thoughts since I started my date with Nathan. But now, Aiden's name has made his way into my mind. He is back in my head, all thanks to the silly mistake in his text. Why on earth would he make such a blunder? Is he crazy? How would he get my name mixed up with someone else's name? Has he lost his eyesight or what? I am getting angrier and angrier as I think about Aiden's text. It is starting to get under the skin and I am not sure if I am overreacting. What the heck is wrong with me?Okay, the deep brown eyed devil made such a huge mistake. He literally sent a text that I should come over to his house, then said it was intended for someone else. That means he is inviting someone over to his house. Do I care? No, I don't fucking care. Then, why am I getting so worked up? Why do I have the urge to go over to his house and smack him s
OLIVIA“ Spill the tea. I want tea. Tell me every fucking thing, and make it snappy,” Ashley whispers loudly, drawing the attention of a few nearby students.I gave her a look, hoping she would get the message that she needs to lower her voices. I glance around the classroom and see that most of the other students are busy with their work, and a few are looking our way. “ Quiet down, will you?” I say. “ I will tell you, but you need to keep your voice down.”“ Oh, fine,” Ashley huffs. “ But, you have to tell me every little detail! You have to tell me everything that happened between you and Nathan. Give me the whole rundown on your date!” I take a deep breath. I am in too deep. I know there is no turning back now. I have to tell Ashley everything or she would never let me hear the end of it. In fact, she is more excited about my date than I am. The only thing I can hope for is that our lecturer would work in and put a stop to our conversation. That does not mean I won't tell her
OLIVIAShould I curse him before answering his question about where I am?To be honest, I feel like Aiden deserves a piece of my mind for everything he has been doing to mess with my head. Even if he does not realize it, he is still to blame.I read his message again, a smile spreading across my face.I was really lying to myself when I insulted him and said he deserved to be cursed. Just look at me, grinning like an idiot just because of him.I am a goner for the guy with the deep brown eyes.Should I text him back now, or wait another five minutes? Would it look desperate if I replied immediately? Or would he think that I don't care if I wait too long to respond?Forget it. What is the point of playing these games? We are long past that. Besides, we are not even dating or anything. He is just here to fulfill my fantasies, right? And to make my sexual dreams come true.I should not forget that he is also my sister's best friend. He is someone who should be off limits, but I crossed t