Criminals On The Run |18+

My Escape.

"Are you feeling better?" Alex asks, sitting down next to me in the plane. "No. Not really."

She sighs, patting my hand. "Let's hope the second we land; we can forget about that guy." I nod, smiling. I grab my earphones and plug them in, closing my eyes, praying to doze off soon.

I jolt at the voice of the pilot, telling the passengers to strap in their seatbelt as we are ready for landing.

"You were out like a light." Alex snickers. I groan, giving her a side glance. "Fuck off. I'm exhausted." "I can see that."

"Mm. It's not enough. I need more sleep." "Did you call Adam?" "And tell him I'm coming back? Not yet. I thought I'd surprise him." "You're so in love, aren't you?"

"Maybe." I smirk, stuffing my earphones into my purse. "Don't fuck with me, Dee. I'm gonna be thinking about this a lot." She stares at me with her eyes wide open. I chuckle, peering out the window.

After we land, we catch a cab and head back home. She gets off first before I do. "I'll see you soon, princess." "Bye, miss. I'll call you when I get home." "Right on."

I get off at my house and sigh, staring at my house. It's all mine now. He asked me to run and grab the cash. The cash is this house. Or at least a quarter of it. I sigh, entering my house.

I check the time and it's 6pm. Time for a shower. My head fills with all these thoughts about Jamie. Everything that happened. He's been running for so long. So fucking long. And he never came to find me? Because he had eyes on him.

Bullshit.

I dry myself off and get dressed, ready to head out. I grab my keys and get into my car, pulling into the street. I need a breath of fresh air. The airplane really isn't fresh if you think about it.

I let the top of my convertible down and sigh, blaring songs that play randomly from my playlist. I pull over, staring at Adam's house. I don't know if he's inside or at the guesthouse. I need to see him.

I get down from the car and walk towards the house. I knock on the door and wait patiently. A familiar face greets me, and I smile back.

"Olive?" Adam asks, surprised. "Hi, A." "You're back. How?" "I...ran into a little trouble." He frowns, stepping outside placing his hand on my waist. "Are you okay?" I smile, nodding.

"I'm okay." "Come. Come in." He grabs my hand and pulls me into the house.

"Wait." He pauses and turns to me. "How do you know I live here?" I smirk. "I know everything, Adam." He breaks into a small smile and nods. "Alright."

He leads me into the living room. "Do you want a drink?" He asks. "Yes please." I smile, making myself comfortable on the couch.

He disappears and comes back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in hand. "Here." He places them on the table and pours me a drink. "Thanks." I smile, taking a sip. He sits down next to me and holds out his hand with the other holding his drink.

I place my hand on his and he smiles. "What happened, sweetheart?" I frown, shaking my head. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to tell you..." "It's okay. I'm here if you want to tell me anything." He smiles, squeezing my hand.

I sigh. "I ran into my ex-boyfriend." "Oh." I glance at him but he's unfazed. He has an empty look, waiting for me to say more. I place my drink on the table and turn to him.

"Adam?" "Yes?" He places his drink next to mine and turns his full attention to me.

"What are we?" I ask, frowning even harder, the wrinkles would get worse by the time I'm 30.

"I mean...I like you a lot. I obviously want more. And-"

"Are you my boyfriend?" I feel like slapping myself for even asking that. He chuckles softly. "Olivia, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

I smile, shyly. "Yes. I do." "Then you have your answer."

"I don't wanna hurt you. He..." "What happened, my sweet?" He asks, grabbing hold of my hands firmly.

"He tried to kiss me. Or maybe that's what I thought. But I...I couldn't. I moved on. I have you. I just...I didn't know what to do. And I left. And I...." I sigh, furious for even telling him that.

He brings his finger under my chin, lifting it up for me to meet his gaze. "Who is he? I'll find him myself." I shake my head. "Not important." He smiles, cupping my cheek. "I know you were confused. But I'm glad you took a stand and set things straight."

"I didn't know what else to do." "Shh. It's okay, now. You're here with me." He smiles, hooking his hand behind my neck.

I nod, smiling back at him. His eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips, before he slowly leans in to kiss me. His soft lips press against mine, melting me into his touch.

I sigh, throwing my arms around his neck. His hand firmly grabs my neck as he deepens the kiss, snaking his other arm around me.

With no words being said, he pulls me over his lap, letting me straddle him. A soft moan escapes his lips, driving me insane. I pull away, staring at him.

He shakes his head and sighs. "Fuck that guy. Fuck whatever happened. You're mine now. Always." I smile, nodding back and kissing him harder. Fuck. Fuck my fucking luck.

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