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Chapter 5

Olivia's POV

I clearly forgot to close my curtains because the sun decided to disturb my peace by assaulting my face with its rays while It's still so early in the morning. 6:00 to be exact, but I felt energized none-the-less.

I groaned as I stretched my stiff legs. A good stretch always feels good. It's my off day today and I have a long list of things to do. First, I have to get groceries because I won't be eating at the diner for the next few days and the only edible food besides the rotten veggies I have, is ramen and that's not real filling food. I haven't had the chance to clean my apartment and that also has to happen today. I'll be able to relax a bit before I have to get ready for dinner with the girls.

Might as well get the day started because I'm one of that people that can't go back to sleep once my sleep is disturbed. I decided to get a gym session in as it is still too early to head out for a grocery run.

One of the main reasons I chose this apartment building was because of the gym on the ground floor and that it's near campus.

I already took a hot shower last night, so I washed my face, brushed my teeth, put my hair in a bun and decide to get dressed in a pair of grey leggings and oversized t-shirt and hoodie. The hoodie's purpose is obviously to hide my body. I don't feel comfortable in, because I got a little chubby since a moved here. I can eat what I want now, not what I'm allowed to eat at a certain time when people feel like serving it. Seeing all the attractive beautifully shaped girls on campus would make anyone a little insecure.

I took the last water bottle from the fridge, a towel and then headed downstairs with the lift. I do my stretches and decided to run on the treadmill for at least ten minutes and weights for twenty minutes. I don't think I will ever get used to the treadmill. I spent another thirty minutes on other exercises then left the gym with sweat running down all over my body and into places I'm ashamed to mention.

After doing some cleaning, I took a shower that felt like an eternity, yet I loved every second of it. The euphoric feeling of drifting on a cloud as I let the water run down my body, amercing my senses in the feeling of comfort. The only type of comfort I had since my mother's passing. My mind drifted to the mysteriously dangerous looking figures.

Silver eyes stuck in my mind like an uncurable disease. Heavily tatted body that reached to his neck and hands. I don't know why my mind kept playing the little I've seen of him in my head, but it's him who I've seen since left them standing there, since I've I closed my eyes to sleep, even though I wouldn't confess to any living soul that I'm thinking of a man who wouldn't even shake my hand. I greedily comforted myself with how good looking he was.

Both of the men looked dangerous, but Marco didn't, yet they are family. Does that mean Marco is also dangerous? No, he can't be. He's a sweet kind man.

Urgh! Who cares, I won't see those two men again, anyways, so it doesn't matter.

I better get out of this shower. I still have a lot to do, I reminded myself.

I styled my hair into a high-ponytail, got dressed in a pair of high wasted black jeans, black cropped-top, black air force 1's, and my favorite black NYU jacket with the white print. Did I mention that my favorite color is black? Yup, it is. I also only own black underwear. I do have other colored clothing items, but my wardrobe is mostly black.

Even though the sun is out, New York is very chilly today. It feels like the wind is slicing through your bones as I walked pass a news stand when something caught my eye. Familiar faces on the cover of a gossip magazine to be exact. "Victor Scott and his family at the Benson Foundation Gala" Don't they look like a happy family?