Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

Cupboard interrogations- steamy

*Ollie's pov*

I throw the books into my locker and pull out my phone. Texting the lads, I breathe a sigh of relief when I remember today is Friday. Friday- the day of fun. Thank God, this week had been so tiring. I walk down the corridor and in the distance I spot my ex. Ami didn't notice me but I sure as hell noticed a red mark on her cheek that she was trying to conceal with makeup. My blood boils and my eye twitches as I rack my brain for someone who could have put their hands on my princess. Declan. I bet it was that fucker. She gets closer to me, still doesn't see me until I grab her hand when she passes me. My hand burns under the touch as she looks up to me with her big, chocolate eyes. I don't even respond with an expression but drag her into the nearest cupboard.

I push her inside, shut the door and flick the light on. I move up to her immediately, putting my hand on the mark. She shudders under the touch as I wipe away the concealer. I had spent my whole life helping my sister Shannon cover up her bruises to know a thing or two about them. You could even call me a pro at that point so when I saw that mark I raged. I know every inch of this girl's face and she couldn't hide anything from me.
"You can't jus-"
"Who?" I growl.
"Who what?"
"Don't play dumb with me. Who?"
"I don't know what you are talking about."
My blood boils once again as I roll my shoulders back, twisting my head. "Don't piss me off, I know someone did that to you."
You would have to be playing close attention to see her act slip up for a second before she regained it. "Did what?"
"Who did this to you?" I spell out to her, losing my patience. "Who put that mark on your face?" I lean forward making her silently squirm under me. "Who slapped you, Carter?"
"I was playing a game with my brother and he accidentally whacked me."
"Which game then?" I pull her chin up, examining the obvious slap mark on her pretty face.
She looks around the room, lowers her gaze and replies, "Twister."
Now I did lose my patience. "If you are going to lie, be good at it. But you can't lie to the one that knows you best."
She moves her chin back, anger running through her eyes. "Not anymore they don't." I chose not to respond but to ask her once again.
"I am not leaving until you actually tell me what happened, who did this to you?" Her jaw ticks as she tries to regain her posure but as my gaze flicks down in the tiny space between us, I see her nipples hardening as my dick grows. I chose to ignore it, it wasn't the time. "Carter." I snap. "I am not an idiot."
"Maeve." She blurts out. "We got in a fight, she got pissed. Big deal."
I still know this wasn't the truth due to the way she acted. I had been in her presence long enough to know when she lies. Eventhough I know she is lying once more, I don't push it. I push myself off the wall I was using to push my hand down on her, above her, to interrogate her. "Sure." I shake my head. And with that she picks her bag up from the floor and tries to walk away. However, before she gets a chance to open the door, I grab her waist. "Your skirt is way too high." She turns around to look at me. Her face millimetres away from mine. "You don't tell me what to do."
"I will stop when you really tell me who hit you."
"No." She narrows her eyes.
"Then lower your skirt, it is too high up your ass."