A Distant Memory

Chapter 12 - Marko Anderson

"Hello?" I waved my hand in front of Olivia's face. This always happened to her, she always spaced out, and I always wanted to know what was so important to get her disconnected with reality.

She swatted my hand away and gulped down her glass of wine. I looked at her worriedly, she had been drinking way too much tonight. Maybe she was drunk and she didn't even know it.

"This thing's almost over" she slurred her words. A waiter came by with champagne, her eyes lit up and she took a glass. I took her glass from her and gulped it down, her light green eyes stared at me with wide in disbelief. Besides from that glass I was completely sober. 

That woman was something else, I hold a theory that God made her by mistake, that he made her so perfectly that he was even surprised by his work, that she was so astonishingly beautiful that it was a mistake to send her to our earth. But he did, and everyone who even stole a glance from her was graced by her beauty.

"Who's driving you home?" I asked, a stern look on my face. "Me, myself and I" she giggled uncontrollably, it was celestial like. I felt as if I was blessed, and I didn't want her to stop giggling, it sounded just so genuine. I wanted her to continue giggling and laughing and smiling forever, just so I could observe her and get her annoyed out of her ass. I caught myself smiling at her, just basking in her presence and all of what made her, her.

"I'm driving you. Let's go." I stood up, she crossed her arms like an angry Eve would, "No" she pouted. I chuckled internally, I had to keep the tough boy act up. "Yes" I tried to get her up, but she wouldn't budge. "Only if you have a McDonalds in your car." She said, then she smiled at her own words, and giggled of her own thoughts. "Imagine that, Anderson. A McDonalds inside a car, the car would have to be very big, or the McDonalds very little" she nodded with wide eyes. 

"Come on. I'll get you McDonalds on the way home" I held out my hand for her, and when her soft, skinny hands gripped mine, I might've died then and there. Shivers and electricity shot up my spine, I tensed at her touch, but then quickly relaxed.

A woman never had this effect on me. The only girl I ever loved was my daughter, but of course in a fatherly way.

She wobbled a bit as she stood up, I fetched her purse for her and gripped her waist tight so I could help her into my car. By then, most of the people had left. "What would you do if I shot you?" she asked genuinely, it was just a drunk thought, right?

"Maybe die" I shrugged as I opened the door to the co-pilot seat. I gently nudged her to go inside, she got the memo and did so, I buckled her up, closed the door, and got in. I would be back for her car soon enough.

"Why do you ask?" I question her as I start the engine. "Maybe because I have a gun... and I hate you so, so much" she giggled and hiccuped.

"You have a gun?" I rose a brow in disbelief, I had already driven us out of the parking lot. "Mhm, look!" she slowly lifted her dress, revealing more and more of her tanned leg. My eyes were glued to it, I just couldn't look away.

But then I reminded myself of how wrong this actually was, I stopped her hand before she reached her upper thigh. "What? I was about to show you my gun" she pouted, I already saw the nearest McDonald far away, I grinned to myself. I kept my eyes on the road, god knows what would happen if I looked at her once more.

"You don't have a gun, Oli" I muttered to myself. "Oh but I do!" she hiccuped and leant in, her hot breath fanned over my ear, and her long, red nails trailed my jaw. My breath hitched and my heartbeat beat faster and slower at the same time, I was incredibly tense, then my body went relaxed. I felt like crashing the car right then and there. "Why don't you want to see my gun?" she almost sounded mad.