19. Plans

Even with my throat dry with the desire bubbling inside of me from having him this close and the sparks that move deliciously through my skin, I close my eyes to inhale a little bit of self control. I'm done being that girl he can seduce by just a mere touch. He used to love it when I came undone by just a mere glimpse of his magnificent naked body-- I still think about it every once in a while but I'm done!

"Feelings changed," I swallow painfully, turning my face in the opposite direction. "I want nothing to do with you now. You're a cruel man, Oliver. I want out. At least now the media knows about you-"

"Ugh!" a small sound of displeasure and I tense up again. He puts some distance between us. Not much since it's only him leaning back but he's still so close.

"Media this, media that. When did you start to care so much about their two cent opinion?" he folds his arms and his shoulders come up smoothly in a shrug, "I don't care what the media thinks about me-"

"I do-" I began to prote