Their Olive Tree (MxM Poly Romance) | Completed

Chapter 1

I flopped into a chair with a groan, exhaustion already making my eyelids droop.

"Ollie, what's up with you, man?"

I managed to peel my eyelids open for a moment to grasp Jamar's hand. "I'm worn out from my jobs. Three per week with extra night shifts are too much, but I have to make ends meet."

Jamar tousled my golden-brown hair, cupping my cheeks to make me look at him. It was hard, but I met his stunning hazel eyes with my silvery green ones. Jamar smiled at me, so I chuckled and straightened in my seat with his help.

"I know you don't like charity, Ollie, but I am seriously worried about you. You're gonna make yourself sick. Would you please consider accepting my recommendation to work at De Niro Industries this time?"

I heaved a sigh and rubbed my face. "But that's not fair."

"The only one who cares about fairness is you, Ollie. Anyone else would have jumped at this chance and climbed tooth and nail past other applicants."

I chuckled, smiling tiredly at him as he settled across from me at the café. "I guess that's true. I'm really getting desperate, Jam. I almost passed out on my way here from work."

Jamar looked horrified. He smoothed his curly hair, tightening the short ponytail on the back of his head while he stared at the table in silence. I waved down the server, so I asked for a glass of strawberry limeade to wake me up and Jamar ordered a coffee.

I've known Jamar Morelli since my first year of college. I was more of a wallflower and tried to avoid people due to shyness for the most part, but he crumbled my walls like they were made of crackers instead of emotional hurts from the past. I mean, Jamar certainly has the build to crush me with ease due to being six-foot-two and over two hundred pounds of muscle. He looks more like a star quarterback than the chief financial officer of De Niro Industries. But I guess that helped with keeping people in line.

"My mamma wants you to come over for dinner again, Ollie. She's worried about you."

I thanked the server for bringing the drinks, then ripped open the straw as I replied, "Your mother has some of the best cooking I've ever had, so of course I'm coming over."

Jamar chuckled as he prepared his black coffee for consumption with milk and sugar. "If you're coming over, Ollie, you are going to accept my recommendation—no ifs, ands, or buts about it, mister. And just because I recommended you, that doesn't mean you're going to get whatever job you're applying for in the company. It just gives you a bit of leg up to find your footing."

I groaned aloud. "Fine, I accept! I just want one job I can put all my effort into instead of stretching myself every which way. I'm sick of working like this, Jam."

He smirked. "Good choice."

"What's that smirk supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing at all."

I peered at him, then sighed aloud. "So, when can I come over?"

Jamar laughed, making people look over. But they did a double-take when their eyes landed on him. Jamar is definitely handsome with his slightly exotic features for this area with his father being from southern Italy around Sicily and his mother with her Nigerian-American background. His dark olive skin tone was stunning and his mix of kinky and curly black hair looked so cool. Jamar seemed happy whenever I played with hair.

I definitely had a crush on Jamar during college, but that's old news now. I've never seen him with anyone, so I always assumed he wasn't interested in dating.

"How about tomorrow?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that too soon? Your mother needs a day or two to prepare."