Trapped

Trapped (Reconstructed)

Chapter 2 

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(Third Person P.O.V)

  Olivia walked into her office and begun to work on the new cases that had been brought to her by Marylou. "Welcome home. So have you stopped by--?" Emmett asked Xavier. Xavier looked out the window and at Olivia who was focused intently on the work she was completing.

   "Yes, everyone looks so unhappy." He said with a huff, and continued, "I don't think that most of  'em should be as apposed to the idea as they are. I mean they willingly chose the job. They don't need to act like stuck up bitches." Xavier ranted. Emmett shook his head and glared out the window at Olivia. 

   "Look Xavier, you need to get to know how it works out here. Make you've got to make them all feel comfortable around you. It took me 6 months to figure out Olivia was the one. 2 Months to make her feel comfortable around me. Get my drift? Get them to loosen up around you and then it will work better. I can tell that you weren't getting anywhere in Jersey, so I called you here 3 weeks ago, because I think it is time. You should think about it. Okay?" Emmett stated and Xavier was about to exit, when he also added, "Oh and Xay, wear a more formal attire tomorrow." Emmett said, and her dialed Olivia's office number and asked, "Olivia, cold you come here a minute?" 

   "Yes, Sir." She replied. 15 seconds later, Emmett's door opened and Olivia came in. "You wanted to see me Sir?" She asked looking from Xavier to Emmett. 

   "Yes Ms. Chamberlin, I would like you to show Xavier to the empty master office that is on the West Hall. Help him with the designs and help him make it more," He looked towards Xavier, "comfortable." Then he waved his hand dismissively. 

   "Yes, c'mon Sir. I will take you to your new office." She said and started trudging down the hallway. She was walking a little bit weirder then usually due to the fact that she was wearing no underwear, no thanks to the two men she had to encounter that afternoon. 

   A few lefts and rights and Xavier and Olivia stopped in front of Xavier's new office door. She opened it and got a face full of sunlight. She walked in and inhaled. "Mmm, don't you just love the sun? Or are you into all of that animal cruelty stuff?" She asked eyeing him intently. 

   She was going to be weary of this man, and was not going to have any slip-ups from him. His attire and his attitude stated that he was a man that liked to play, and she didn't want any of that. Because the last time she got involved with someone who liked to play, Richard happened. She was about to slip out of the room before Xavier called out, "Olivia, it is okay if I called you that right?" He asked, but Olivia was weary. 

   "No, Ms. Chamberlin is okay." she said, and he walked closer to her. He pulled her to him, and against her will her nipples hardened and she started to get wet like a kitchen faucet. She cursed under her breath, because she wasn't wearing any underwear, and it could drip down her leg. Which she would have to explain to Xavier, Marylou, and Carla. Which she didn't want. 

   She tried to pry herself from his hold, but she couldn't and he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Now, Ms. Chamberlin, I would like this death looking room, to feel more like home. If you don't mind? I would also like to spend 30 minutes with you everyday, because Ms. Chamberlin, you seem not to like my presence very much. And one last thing," He said, slowly putting his hand up her shirt, making her cringe when he touched the spot that Richard had punched the night before. Then he raised her shirt up, and she gasped, "what are all these bruises and who gave them to you?" He demanded to know, while looking from one yellow and blue bruise, two a dark purple to a deep blue. His expression turned south, and she ripped her shirt from his grasp and set it back into place.