Chapter 7

Alton's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel hanging loosely on my waist.

Upon stepping out I saw Olivia holding my phone.

"Someone called you. The name is registered as a brat, is that your friend?" she asked.

I walked towards Olivia and then snatched the phone from her hold.

"No," I simply responded then sat on the bed while checking my call history.

"What did she say?" I asked.

Olivia shrugged her shoulder.

"Nothing, she just dropped the call," she responded. I let out a deep breath and then put my phone on the side table.

I continued drying my hair and then faced Olivia.

"It's already late won't you go back to your room?" I asked. Olivia smiled at me and then moved closer.

"Can I stay here?" she sweetly asked but I shook my head and then smiled at her.

"You know I don't do cuddles Olivia," I said. Dismay was written on her face. She rolled her eyes at me and then get off the bed.

"Let's eat breakfast together tomorrow at least," she uttered before stepping out of my room