His Last Chance

Chapter 6

"I can feel you watching me," Ollie says as he continues to cut carrots on the chopping board.

"I like watching you work."

It's true. The sound of the knife on the board is very rhythmical, and the grating sound as he slides the vegetables off of it is hypnotising.

"What are you making?"

"Sorry it's not too fancy tonight, I'm just making a stir fry."

"Hey, anything that you make for me yourself is fancy in my books."

"You must think I'm a gourmet chef then," he says, moving on to spring onions and peppers.

"More like a Michelin star chef."

He takes a step back from the counter. "Do you want to help y/n?"

I grin and step up to the chopping board. I'm not much of a cook, I can't even fry an egg, but I love cooking at home with Ollie.

As I take the knife in my hand, he stands behind me and wraps one arm around my waist and puts his other hand on top of mine.

"Like this?" I smirk as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

"Mhmm, that's good. A bit smaller though."

I cut a slice of pepper a bit smaller than the first as he sweeps my hair to one side and plants a kiss on my neck.

"Better?"

"Perfect," he mutters as he trails kisses from my jawbone down to the base of my neck. "Just perfect."

My head rolls back to rest on his shoulder when he hits the sweet spot just above my collarbone.

I try my hardest to concentrate on my task, and not cut off any important limbs, as he kisses me everywhere but my mouth.

As soon as I'm finished with the pepper, I drop the knife onto the chopping board, turn around and kiss him on the lips, wrapping my arms around his neck.

One of his hands goes to my cheek and the other goes to my hip. He leans into me until my back is pressed to the kitchen counter, and his body is flush against mine.

When he pulls back and tenderly strokes my cheek with his thumb, I can see the raw desire in his eyes.

"Y/n," he whispers my name like it's something secret and precious. "I love you. So much."

Oh god. We really need to talk about marriage at some point soon.

I give him a big smile, "I love you too Ollie."

His lips come crashing onto mine again, food forgotten. His hands explore my body, touching the side of my neck, my shoulders,  my waist, my back.

The electricity between us is so powerful.

And yet I can't help but think about tomorrow.

Ollie needs to know before Jamie turns up. If he finds out afterwards, or from Mel, then it'll look like I was trying to keep it a secret and I don't think he'd forgive me.

One of his hands has hitched my leg up next to his hips, and I really want to keep going. But I know that, if I do, then I won't end up telling him.

How bad would that look? Hey Ollie, thanks for the amazing sex just now and oh, before I forget, my ex is coming to town tomorrow.

I don't think so.

So as he slips the strap of my top from my shoulder and kisses the place where it was, I blurt out, "Jamie's gonna be here."

He pauses and pulls back to look at me. "Excuse me?"

I sigh and put my forehead onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner."

"Wait, no, hold on. Go back a minute. What are you on about?"

"It's Jamie. Martin told me they've decided to cast him for one of the parts in the film."

"Jamie, as in your ex Jamie?" He takes a step back.

"Yeah," I nod, unable to meet his eyes.

"Why would you cast him? Why would you even want to be in the same room as him after what he did to you?"

"I didn't get a say in it, apparently it was an 'executive decision'."

"That was made without the director?"

"Hey, I'm the co-director. I can't just dictate everything."

He runs his hand over his face, just like Jamie used to do. "Well what did you say when he told you? Did you try and fight it?"

"How could I? We need to get filming done, so I can't be arguing every decision that I don't like-"

"No. I'm sorry but this is not just one decision. Martin knows exactly how you feel about Jamie now, and bringing him into this is a low blow on his part."

"Ollie...." I put my hand on his arm, but he shrugs it off. "Ollie what's wrong?"

"I just really don't like the fact that he's going to be there. When's he arriving?"

"...... Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?? And you thought it would be best to wait until we were about to have sex to tell me that your ex is coming to town?"

"No, Ollie, it's not like that. I only found out myself right before I left work today, and there was never gonna be a great time to tell you."

He looks down at the ground for a minute and sighs. "I don't like it, y/n. I don't like him and I don't like how he makes you feel. After all the shit you told me, I don't want him to come crashing back into your life and ruin everything."

"It's only gonna be a few days, at most. Then he'll be gone again and we can get on with our lives."

"Well..... Can I be there?"

"You want to come? To the set? But you hate it there?"

"Yeah well, I think I can put up with it for tomorrow, just to make sure you're safe."

I smile at him. "Really? You'd do that for me?"

He comes back towards me and rests his hands on my hips. "Of course I would, you muppet. I love you."

I press a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you too."