Olivia
I just made a mistake. A huge mistake.
I just sinned. Sinned together with Blake, the man I loved.
I had betrayed Javier, the man who was willing to accept me fully yet I broke that trust. I felt I was not worthy of his love, and his attention anymore.
I felt him shifted and pulled his length out of me. He walked away and circled the table, leaving me still laying on top of his table. I heard him pulling a drawer and he went back to me. He grabbed some tissues and wiped my inner thighs gently. I sat at the edge of the table while watching Blake taking care of me.
“You’re okay?” he asked. I was okay, physically. My heart was saying otherwise. Thinking about what I had done. All I could see was Blake’s destruction. I could see people were leaving him, including his parents. His business would be ruined. “Olivia?”
I didn’t want that.
I refused to have that.
I jumped down the table, adjusting my dress although I couldn’t hide the ripped fabric on my left side, I had to get out of here. “I can’t do this,” I said and turned to look at him. He wrinkled his eyebrows like he was confused with what I just said.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked annoyingly.
“Don’t you understand, Blake? I’m just going to destroy you and I don’t want to get hurt. What we just did was a mistake and I assure you that I won’t tell anyone what we have done.” Before Blake could say anything, I went to the door where he suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping my movement, and turned me around.
“What the fuck happened to you? We did nothing wrong! What we did is never wrong! It felt perfect to me until you broke it.” I felt it was perfect as well. I wished I could stay with him. That was what I wanted since long ago. I wished I could have him but I couldn’t.
I raised my eyes to him. His beautiful blue eyes met my brown ones. “We can’t.” I pulled my hand harshly from him. “I can’t betray Javier.” Mentioning his name was a big mistake. Blake snapped and pulled me back to the table but he didn’t push me down. Merely trapping me between the wooden table and his body.
“Do you need a reminder, little girl?” Without needed to hear my answer first, he kissed me roughly.
“No, Blake!” he muffled me with his lips. This won’t work. Blake was not going to listen to me. He was on his mission to have me. He just had me two minutes ago. I tried to think of something so he would let me go. Only one way to do this.
I bit his lips as he groaned in pain and pulled away from me. I used this chance to run away. “Olivia!” I ran to the elevator, immediately pressing the button.
“Come on! Open! Fucking hell, open!” As my prayer being answered, the door was opened, and immediately pushed my body inside and pressed the button again. As the door was closing, Blake appeared but he couldn’t reach me when the door was closed.
My heart was beating fast. I couldn’t believe I just had sex with Blake. Inside his office. On top of his table. Most importantly…
Blake just officially stole my virginity.
I wanted to feel happy but I couldn’t. I betrayed Javier as I cried and slumped myself to the floor. Kneeling while crying between my knees. “How could I do that?” Yeah, you stupid fucking bitch. Nicely done, Olivia Graham. Nicely fucking done.
I pulled out my phone and texted Javier by asking him to wait for me at Blake’s private elevator. I wanted to go home. I didn’t want to see Blake again. I had to get rid of this feeling before it was too late. Before it was getting stronger again. Before he could spike another lightning inside of me.
Once the elevator dinged, I raised my body and walked out once the door was opened without paying attention to what was in front of me. I bumped myself into someone and when I raised my head, I found Javier holding me. “Hey? You’re okay? What happened?” he panicked. Of course, he was. I was in a mess. I didn’t even bother to clean myself and the tears were still attached to my face. “Olivia, please tell me. What happened?” I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t tell him that I just had sex with my uncle and I loved it.
All I could do was hugging him tightly and crying on his warm chest. “Take me home, Javier. Please.”
“Olivia, what—. What happened to your dress?” Oh, fuck. Javier would think that I was just attacked by Blake. I forgot about my dress. Everyone could literally see the ruined fabric.
I shook my head, refused to answer. “Just take me home.”
“Did he do something?” he asked, ignoring my request. I could hear the hint of anger from his gentle tone. I shook my head again. I was not trying to protect Blake. I was protecting him. “Fucking hell, Olivia!” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently. Bending a bit so he could see my face. “Please, tell me. What Mr. Morgan did to you?”
“…Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Olivia. You’re crying, looking so upset, and your dress was ripped until the waist. Did he…touched you?”
“No, Javier,” I lied, again. “Please, just get me out of here before he comes back.” And at the worst time, the elevator dinged and when the door was opened, I could feel him. I could feel it on my skin although I didn’t see him behind me, I knew.
“Olivia,” Blake called out to me until I could feel the coldness on my skin. It was not because of the air conditioner. It was because I felt the aura, the murderous aura and it didn’t come from Blake. It was from Javier.
I saw his figure walked past me and approaching my uncle. In a fast-paced, and when I turned around, I saw Javier pushed Blake to the wall. “Javier!” He was grabbing Blake’s collar and he almost choking him. I immediately followed them and stood between the two bigger men.
“That’s not my intention for letting you talk to Olivia,” Javier said coldly. I never heard him sounded like that.
“Get your fucking hands off me.” Even Blake did the same as well. Sounded so cold and intimidating.
“What have you done?” Javier asked, ignoring Blake’s request.
“That’s none of your business and for the record, it’s your damn fault for letting your guard down and allowed your woman to enter the wolf’s den,” Blake challenged.
“You’re her fucking uncle!”
“We have no blood connection. I could have her, Javier.”
Javier shook his head. “No, you fucking can’t. Olivia is my girlfriend.”
“I could steal her away from you.” This was not a good sign for me. I could see Blake was ready to kill him and I could feel the cold aura coming from Javier. He was ready as well. Javier didn’t look like his usual self, his expression mirrored Blake’s.
I touched his hand slowly and in an assuring way. “Javier, please stop. Not here.” But none of them moved. Their eyes were glued to each other. Glaring. Silently threatening each other. “Please, Javier,” I begged again but it was useless.
“What the fuck?!” I could hear John’s voice as I turned to the side and found him watching us. He slightly ran to us and stood beside Blake. “Javier, let him go.”
“Oh, I will. Until he answers my fucking question. What. Have. You. Done. To. Her? Her dress was ripped. That was done intentionally.”
Blake smirked like he was challenging Javier. “What do you think have I done?”
Javier was about to move forward until John stopped him. “What the hell, Blake? Just fucking stop. You two, Javier. You better fucking stop as well and think of Olivia’s first.” The mention of my name probably just brought Javier back as he slowly let go of Blake and turned to me. He suddenly picked me and brought me towards the door.
None of us were talking but I could feel the burning stare from Blake watching us together. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Thank you.” But Javier didn’t speak. His mind was still busy silencing his demon to go back and murder my uncle.
When we were outside, I could hear him talking with the valet service officer to get his car and once it arrived, he gently put me down on the passenger seat and he slid into his. He drove away without any conversation between us along the way.
I felt guilty.
I felt disgusted.
I couldn’t hold back my tears along the way until I reached home. Javier walked out of the car and went to me. “Olivia,” he gently called me and took off my seatbelt. I turned to look at him where he had his usual look. The gentle Javier who always smiled so sweetly. I immediately threw myself to him, sobbing on his chest. He didn’t say anything where he picked me up and headed to the door.
Without asking, he opened it and headed to my room. “Javier? Olivia?” I could hear Cindy’s voice. The lights were turned on. “Oh, God. Olivia? What happened to her?” I heard her steps coming closer but I didn’t know how to answer her question. I didn’t have the energy to.
“There was…a misunderstanding between her and her uncle. It made her quite upset.” I silently thanked Javier to answered Cindy in a…gentle way as possible. He excused himself from Cindy and went to my room. When we reached my room, he put me down gently on my bed and squatted in front of me. “Get some rest, Olivia,” he said and wiped the tears away, and pushed my hair away so we could see each other. He was smiling at me and he kissed my forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” When he was about to stand up, I held his wrist.
“I don’t want you to go,” I said. “Stay with me.” I was sure Cindy would understand but I didn’t want to be alone for now. I could feel him slowly sitting down beside me. I turned to him and he placed a kiss on my hand.
“I won’t go anywhere.” He kissed my head and turned to look at me again. “But I have to go down and asked Cindy’s permission first.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He stood up and went to the door.
“Javier?” I called out to him but he didn’t turn around to face me. “Thank you.” This time, he turned and smiled at me until he disappeared out of my room.