A Distant Memory

Chapter 18 - Sweets

"Let's get straight to the point shall we? Why did you save me? Why did you say what you said when you saved me and why the fuck do you care about me?"

"I would be essentially a witness to murder if I didn't. I heard the gunshot while going down the stairs and ran to you as fast as I could, sweetheart. I said what I felt and I just care. Is that honestly so wrong?" a teasing smirk made its way to his face, I rolled my eyes.

"I hate you" I scoffed, "Those are empty words, we both know it, sweetheart." he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're unbelievable" I rolled my eyes to hide how my body reacted under his touch.

Because as much as I hated it, he did have an effect on me and I think that there is a probability of me having the exact same effect on him.

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"I swear I'm gonna kick you out of my house" I tried to go to the kitchen to make some food for myself. Anderson being incredibly annoying stopped my wheelchair and forcefully took me back next to my couch. "Relax, I'll make you food"

I laughed until it hurt, partly because of how much I laughed and partly because of my wound. I winced and clutched my stomach, he sat next to me and his eyes showed nothing but worry.

"Are you okay?" He inspected my face, every single thing about it. From my subtle freckles to my light green eyes. His eyes darted to my wound and then back to my light green orbs, piercing right through me. I think that I've never felt this observed in my life.

"You? cooking?" I breathed, his eyes went from worried to relaxed to numb again. Gosh this man and his beautiful grey eyes.

"Yes. Me, cooking"

For the last two weeks, Agnes had brought me my lunch everyday. I always told her that it was unnecessary and that she didn't need to, but she insisted. And who am I to say no to free homemade meals? Of course she didn't make me every singular meal, at night my dad cooked and the days were Agnes couldn't bring me lunch, we ordered.

Even though I always made snarky remarks and rolled my eyes, Anderson's company wasn't that bad. It was still pretty shitty though.

"You're not kidding?" I rose a brow. "Would never" he smirked.

I was speechless, "Are you trying to poison me?" I asked. "If I wanted to kill you I would've already" he got comfy in the couch, "how am I supposed to react to that?" I questioned as I tried to get myself comfy next to him on the couch, I winced a bit at my harsh landing, it didn't hurt as much as it would've last week.

"You okay?" he asked, that worried glare crept its way back into his eyes. "Mhm" I hummed in response, and his resting look came back to his grey orbs.

"What's your favorite food?" he asked, I shrugged as I opened my laptop, "Risotto"

"Which type?" he asked.

Is this man seriously gonna make me risotto? "Make whatever you want, Anderson"

He stared at me dead in the eyes, as if to say 'I'm not dropping this', I was forced to give him an answer. "Mushroom or shrimp" I murmured, he nodded, stood up and walked away. "I'm gonna go do the groceries, want anything?"

"I'm good. I think I left some cash on the counter, let me-" the door was slammed closed, I scoffed, this man.

I had a few calls, with fall being a bit over a month away it was time to start preparing the next modeling show. The last one was just the week before my attempted murder.

My brand had sky-rocketed during the last few weeks if that was even possible, I had gained a lot of attention lately. My pristine reputation drew famous supermodels to Hatchel. Supermodels such as the Hadid sisters.

This event was extremely important, hence why I was working non-stop.

After forty minutes I got a call from security and Anderson was on his way up. The door was opened and I turned my head to see him carrying four full grocery bags, what else did he get?

Before I could ask that exact question, a bag was dropped next to me. "You need to catch a break, Oli. I bought you your favorites, Hershey's"

"You remembered?" I asked instead of thanking him. My heart was swelling with adoration, my eyes twinkled at him. The last time that something similar to this happened was with Rowan.

"Of course I did, Oli." he shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing, I had to keep a smile from forming, but I couldn't stop the blush that crept onto my face.

"You're working way too much, Oli" Anderson says with a smirk as he snatches my laptop away from me, I groan. "I didn't become a billionaire by sitting on my ass all day" I snarked back at him and crossed my arms.

"Let's talk. What're your favorite sweets? I've loved Twixs since I was little"

At my lack of an answer his glare started to burn through me, if I tried to speak I would just stutter my ass off. I cleared my throat to shake off the uneasiness that had formed at the bottom of my stomach.

No, no it wasn't uneasiness, it was nervousness.

"My mom and I were a huge fan of Hershey's. My dad detested them and always told us off when we bought them saying that we would get diabetes or cavities. So we kept a stash and ate them almost every night."

When I turned to look at him, he was already looking at me. With that bright, gorgeous smile that I hate so much. "What?" I chuckled. "Nothing" he smiled as he shook his head and looked away.

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A/N:

Hi everyone! this was pretty much a short filler chapter, but i wanted to apologize bc in the last chapter instead of Agnes as Olivia's ex mother-in-law i put Jolene which is actually her dead mother.

I'm sorry for the confusion that must've caused but i already fixed it so no worries!

- ro