I'm Roommates with a Killer

III

(A.N. This chapter is a bit off a mess, I wrote it all at 3 in the morning, let me know if something doesn't make sense and I'll change it)

"Okay team!" Tony says rubbing his hands together, "this Saturday, as we should all know, is our annual charity event. Our book signers are Cassie Williams, Casandra Mildred, and Oliver Dumont. The donations will go towards hospital care for those who can't afford it. The book signing will complete with catering and..."

My CEO's voice drowns out and I'm distracted with a pair of green eyes staring at me from across the table. What now? We're around each other pretty much 24/7, can't he look at someone else. I pull my phone out and message him under the desk. The good thing about boring meetings is that no one gives a crap if you're on your phone.

Stop staring at me.

Why? Is it distracting? 😏

You wish. Everyone is going to think we're a couple. I mean, we already live together.

"Riley." I snap my head up from my phone and look at Tony. "The meeting is finished now. Maybe if you'd stopped texting your boyfriend then you would have payed more attention."

"Oh, right, sorry," I apologised feeling extremely embarrassed, "but, uh, I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh really? I thought you and Oliver were-"

"Woah, I couldn't date my boss."

"Ah, sorry. I just assumed since you're living together and all. Besides, he was totally ogling you before. Not even my own husband looks at me like that."

"Sorry Tony, but you're seeing things."

"I think you're the one not seeing things. He's got the hots for you," he winks at me, "besides, he's totally sexy. I would jump on him if I wasn't already married if you know what I mean." Tony snorts in amusement. As if on cue, a hand snakes around my waist.

"I don't feel like walking, let me drive you back home," Oliver murmurs into my ear, shooting goosebumps down my back. Ugh, way to prove my point.

"Ah, Oliver! We were just talking about you! Are you ready for Saturday?" Tony interrupts.

"Of course," Oliver flashes his irritatingly perfect smile at him, "now if you don't mind, we'll be heading off now."

"Alright! See you tomorrow~"

We walk out, Oliver's godly hand still placed lightly on my back.

"I don't recall agreeing to come with you," I say.

"It's better than being in that conversation with him, am I wrong? I would've loved to watch you agree about how sexy I am," he leans in unbearably close, "but I wouldn't have been able to contain myself."

I push Oliver off me and hide my face behind my palms and run towards his fancy schmancy car. It never ceases to amaze me how clean it always looks. I bet he wouldn't eat in here even if he was starving to death. Oliver gets in after me and we decide to stop at a local patisserie and stock up on pastries. I choose chocolate, vanilla and coffee macaroons, chocolate croissants, a strawberry tart and some eclairs. That will last us till five. For such a grim man, he's got one hell of a sweet tooth.

I say hello to Frank, the main doormen, and we reach our condo. Well technically Oliver's condo. Which reminds me, I still haven't paid him yet.

"Oh, Oliver," I say, "I'm so sorry I haven't paid you. Money has been a bit tight lately, I'll give it to you by the end of the week, I promise."

"You don't need to."

"Yes I do."

"Trust me. I have enough money as is. $500 is nothing to me."