From Me to Us

Chapter Thirty Eight

OLIVIA

"You know you startled me," I grumble at him.

"Yeah I saw, sorry," he says but he doesn't sound in the least bit sorry. "You didn't notice me out here when you came out?" He leans forward in his seat and from what I can make out in the darkness, he leans his elbows on his knees and cocks an eyebrow at me.

Man I can never get over how sexy he looks when doing such ordinary simple gestures. I would never tell him that though.

"Nope." I pop the P and turn back to the view. Trying not the gawk at him is always a hard feat, but I don't want to feed his ego. God knows he already has a big one.

I subtly look towards his room and through his open door. There's no lights on and no one on the bed. It's empty.

I give him the side eye. "And what are you doing all alone tonight? That's odd. Where is your girlfriend on this romantic getaway you guys were suppose to be having?" I can't keep it in. I have to make a dig at him. What is wrong with me? Why isn't my head ever screwed on straight when I'm around him?

He doesn't give in to my provocation and but laughs at me like I'm a petulant child he isn't feeding their immaturity. He doesn't answer me at all actually.

I huff and think about turning back to go to my room and leave him be but he stand from his spot in the corner and strides towards me. He moves in closer and closer to me and stares down at me. I have to crane my head to look up at him.

"You and that mouth." He says simply and his fingertips graze the edge of my jaw. He keeps looking into my eyes before continuing. "Why do you always gotta ruin it? Stop bringing her up all the time." He scolds with a frown and I gulp. Now I'm starting to feel bad for being so childish. I do never know when to shut my mouth. "But I am glad you came..." he says in a whisper. "I, for one, was very excited to see you..." his lips graze my jaw and it's like having whiplash with this man

"Oh yeah?" My voice is just as quiet and I find my body slowly easing towards him. It's like I'm always drawn to him. My bodies reaction is to always move closer to him and sometimes I can't fight against it.

"Hmmhmm." He mumbles and I feel his hand slip inside my robe. "So I can do this." One of his palms grab onto my naked breast and gives it a squeeze while his other gathers the back of my robe up against his fingertips touch my bare ass. I gasp but don't move an inch. "Did you miss me? It's been nearly three weeks of not seeing each other."

My head nods of its own accord and he chuckles. "Good." After a few more seconds both of his hands leave my body and he takes a big step back and his smirk is taunting.

Tease.

"I told your father I wanted you here, knew he would convince you." He says nonchalantly.

My anger rears it's ugly head again. I hated that he used my father against me. I said I would think about it on my own but this mans just had to get his way. It's not that Im not grateful to be here and everything but I'm an independent women. I like to decide things on my own and I've never had a man tell me what to do and if I didn't do it, he'd find a way to make me. It just wasn't in my nature to let someone make choices for me. It's stupid, I know but that's how it's always been. It's hard going from me single for your whole life to casually messing around or dating? I don't know but having a man around you tell you what to do just because we have been intimate. Yeah no thanks.