Why Is He Back??

Emmas Day

Olivia woke up in the early hours of the morning, blinking against the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. As she stirred, she felt the comforting warmth of Zack beside her. Her heart fluttered when she realized that he had fallen asleep while holding her hand. She gently tried to slip her hand out from his grasp, careful not to wake him, but the slight movement caused Zack to stir.

He groggily opened his eyes, immediately sitting up when he sensed her movement. Without a second thought, he grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand, his voice a low murmur as he chastised himself, "Damn it, Liv. I should've stayed awake... what the hell was I thinking, sleeping when I was supposed to take care of you..."

Olivia, already fully awake, couldn't help but smile at his rambling. "Zack, it's okay. You needed rest too," she whispered, her voice still slightly hoarse from the night before.

Zack, oblivious to her words at first, checked her temperature, visibly relaxing when he saw it was back to normal. He finally looked at her, a hint of relief in his eyes. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice softened by concern.

"I'm feeling good," Olivia replied with a small smile, but she couldn't resist adding in a teasing tone, "And we're back to mafia mode, I see."

Zack frowned slightly, not quite catching what she said. "What did you say?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"N-nothing," Olivia quickly replied, her smile growing as she watched his reaction.

Zack shook his head, already moving on. "I'll send Mrs. Norris to clean up the room," he informed her, standing up and straightening his shirt.

"Mrs. Norris?" Olivia repeated, confused.

"Yes, I officially appointed her yesterday to take care of you," Zack explained, his tone matter-of-fact. "Since you've proven time and again that you're incapable of taking care of yourself."

Olivia opened her mouth to protest, but Zack cut her off before she could say anything. "But-"

"No buts, Liv. What I said is final," Zack declared, his tone leaving no room for argument as he turned to leave the room.

As he walked toward the door, Olivia couldn't help but let her gaze drift down to his abs, appreciating the view for just a moment. Zack, sensing her gaze, turned around and smirked. "Like what you see?" he teased, catching her completely off guard.

Olivia's mouth fell open in shock, and she quickly snapped it shut, her face flushing with embarrassment. Zack chuckled softly. "Close your mouth, Ms. Wilson, before a bug crawls in," he added, gripping the doorframe as if restraining himself from doing something reckless.

Olivia quickly pulled herself together, deciding it was best to get ready for the day. She walked over to her wardrobe, selecting a white tank top, a brown cardigan, and a pair of blue denim jeans. After slipping on her brown shoes and applying light makeup, she headed to the kitchen.

When she arrived, Mrs. Norris was already busy making breakfast. Olivia sat down and quietly ate the eggs and bacon that had been prepared for her, her mind still lingering on the events of the morning. As she finished her meal, Mrs. Norris took Zack's plate upstairs to his room.

Just as Olivia was about to leave the house, she heard a deep, authoritative voice coming from the stairs. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Zack's voice boomed, making her pause in her tracks.

Olivia turned around to see Zack descending the stairs, looking every bit the powerful mafia boss in his black suit. As he walked down, she caught a glimpse of the guns and knives strapped to his shirt before he quickly put on his jacket, concealing them from view.