The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 46

OLIVER

I had told Mia about my parents. And she hadn't freaked out or been repulsed by me. She's still the same Mia, who doesn't like mayonnaise and jalapenos in her burger and loves me.

"Let's finish dinner. There is one more place where we need to go to." I say. I want to take her to the place where I first realised that I love her.

"Where?" Mia asks excitedly.

"It's somewhere you have never gone before." I respond, smirking.

"There are a lot of places I have never gone before to. You need to be a little more specific." She says, and I mentally facepalm myself.

"Sorry, but I can't divulge the specifics." I reply, pretending to be sad.

She groans and continues eating. After more than fifteen minutes, we finish our dinner, and I request the cheque. Leaving a generous tip for the server, we move out of the restaurant after I notice that Mia has left her clutch on the table. I pick it up and hold it tightly against my trousers so that she can't see it. Matt is already standing outside with my car, unlocked, and my door is already open. I quickly set Mia's clutch on my seat and shout out.

Mia goes to open the door but halts when I say, "Mia, wait!"

Our fingers touch, sending tingles down my spine, but she doesn't let me open the door.

"Oliver, I can open the door. I am not disabled." She argues.

"I know, but I want to." I say, attempting to put up my best puppy dog face.

"Why?"

"Because it's what a gentleman is supposed to do."

"Ugh. Fine." She says, removing her hand from the door handle and letting me unlock it. Matt chuckles, making me shoot him a deathly glare.

"We could have saved some time if you didn't argue with me, Oliver." She states once I start driving.

"I could say the same for you, Mia." I retort back.

"Pull over in an alley." She commands with such dominance that I can't do anything but follow through.

I pull over, and Mia gets up from her seat and sits on my lap. She smacks my jaw, leaving wet, sloppy kisses. She reclines my seat back to make us more comfortable. All this time, I am frozen and only react when she says, "Kiss me, Oliver." She bites my lips hard enough to draw a bit of blood, making my mouth taste metal. It is the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She sucks my lips and leaves them with a 'pop' to soothe the pain a little bit. Her fingers entangle in my hair, tugging them, making me groan, and she uses it to her advantage, slipping her tongue into my mouth. She traces the roof of my mouth, making me moan exquisitely into the kiss.

My hands settle on her waist, pulling her towards me while the kiss becomes more aggressive. She starts moving her hips subtly in a circular motion, surprising me. My hands move to her hips, holding her still, "Mia, stop." I say, and she ceases all movements and looks at me, the hurt evident in her eyes.

"I don't want our first time to be in the car." I continue, and she smiles a wide toothy grin.

She kisses me once again and tugs my hair once again - a little harder this time - making me yelp, and she chuckles, leaving me gasping for breath.

"You have no idea about how long I've wanted to do this." She says.

"What happened to the 'no frenching rule', huh?" I ask tauntingly.

"That was because Gino would tease us to no ends if he saw us making out, Oliver." She declares.

"That's true." I say. She gets up and sits back on her seat while adjusting her dress.