A rich man's possession

chapter 30

[Olivia POV]

It was a whole two weeks after the gala and it was finally the weekend where everyone without a job can relax and have fun. But unfortunately not me. I'm still broke as hell and nobody will hire me. I asked a few places why and they won't tell me anything.

I got so tired of applying. I gave up and moved in with Xavier just for the purpose of no rent. I finally said yes. It was a quick move and thankfully nothing broke or got stolen. My bank account can't afford to replace anything I find important.

Xavier emptied a room for my art supplies and bought me some art supplies as well. It's like a personal office and I really do love it. He is very supportive about what is happening right now. He always has to leave for work and I just stay home and paint or draw my day away.

I cook a little too but I prefer baking it feels nice making a sweet treat for him and packing it in his lunchbox.

I hate feeling useless.

I looked around for a different job and I found that a nearby strip club is looking for a waiter and there is my calling. I sent an email and they responded after a few hours. They are free to interview me tomorrow. I hope I get this job. I bet Xavier will be so happy.

He finally got home at around 8 pm and he looked so tired. "Hey, how was work?", I asked him."I am very tired. A guy during our meeting was being very dumb and not listening to the power points I made. Not only that but my coffee machine broke and they was a shortage of sugar in the office", he said. I like the fact that he vents out about his day in a calm tone.  "Enough about my day. How was your day lovely?", He asked me. "I was bored all day and all I did was paint and draw ", I said. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, "let me see what you made", he asked.

"Okay, stay here. I'll go get it while you dish yourself some dinner. I made that recipe your mom gave me", I ran as quick as I can just to go get my sketchbook and my canvas. I found him in the living room eating and I layed down my sketches. "Okay so I started of by drawing some portraits and then when I was bored and in the mood to paint I painted you because I thought it would be nice to try and get the texture of dreadlocks right. Not only that but I also wanted to be very specific about your skin tone and I wanted the background to tell a story because I love the stories you tell me", I was so happy talking to him about it. "I love my portrait. I'm gonna hang it up in my office and show it off to everyone that comes into my office", he said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you. That would make me really happy. We'll have to wait a while because I need to varnish it but as soon as it's done I'll send it over to your office. I promise", I said. I took all my stuff off the table and placed them back in my personal office. I love this room.

I don't think I'm ready to tell him about my interview tomorrow. Let me  just get the job first and then I'll tell him about it. This is a bad idea but I hope it works out for me.

I went back to the living room and he was done eating and he even washed his dish. We just stayed there and watched a movie. It was a weird movie but he made it better by pointing out how bad it truly was.

When the movie was over we headed to our room. He took a quick shower and when he finally got out he joined me in bed. We had a silly conversation  about the movie and about other movies we find dumb but good at the same time.

"If you don't mind me asking. Why don't you talk about your family", he asked. "I don't consider them family anymore and yeah. Why don't you talk about your dad?", I asked him.

"My dad was abusive and an alcoholic. So when I was younger he would keep on letting me and my brother down and when we made an effort to bond with him he would reject us and treat us like nothing. My dad isn't worth my time anymore". I never thought that he went through all of this when he was younger.

"My mom got married to her husband because apparently my dad wasn't good enough. He molested and abused me a lot of times. And my mom did nothing about it. That's why I don't like talking about my childhood. It's because it hurts and it's a pain on my medical bills. Therapy is expensive", it feels nice venting to him about it.

"I'm sorry that that happened to you. I promise, when I see him I'll hurt him just for you. Because I'm strong and I love you. I will always protect you", he said while embracing me in a big hug.

"I thought you would kill him for me. But that is good enough for me. I love you and it's nice that we can open up like this",I said.

"I love you more. Now go to sleep lovely", he cuddled me and grabbed onto my boob and gave it a light squeeze. "Why do you do this all the time? You wouldn't like it if I grabbed you just so that I can sleep", I asked. "Because they are boobs and it's my way of making sure that you won't get out of bed also you have a tendency to kick me off the bed sometimes! So if I fall your falling with me", He said.

I never kicked him off the bed. He's being so dramatic.