To Intrigue a Cavelli [The Seven Cavelli Brothers #1]

6. | Chance Meetings |

Yay! Double update! And if you guys are wondering, yes, Nikolas has is own book, it's called To Desire A Cavelli and its the last book in the series before Thomas.

'She's like an itch, no matter how much you scratch it,

it just comes back to annoy you. She's always there. Constantly. And I liked her presence.'

- Vitelli Cavelli, To Intrigue A Cavelli.

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Two weeks, that's how long it has been since the charity gala. Two weeks since Ollie had unintentionally embarrassed herself and puked all over her 'date' and his expensive Audi. Two weeks since she'd delivered the thank you card and roses to his residence. Two weeks since she shove the incident and the male featuring in it to the back of her mind and pretended it didn't happen. Childish , but she pretended there was no other choice.

Leaving that aside, the past two weeks had been hectic around the clinic as well, children had been coming down in crowds, all of them either having horrible stomachaches or had symptoms of coming down with chicken pox. They had been easy to deal with, but their mothers' were a completely different story.

No matter how many times Ollie'd assured them their kids would be fine in no time, they would still be uncertain. It wasn't that Ollie was in anyway incompetent or bad at her job, it simply was a mother worrying for her child.

Two weeks and two days later, Ollie woke in the morning, having gotten a good night's rest, she was looking forward for the day ahead. Her toaster had been very kind to her as well, it didn't burn her toast for the first time in a long while and she had been spared the ill-fortune of having on ironing her clothes as she'd done it the night before.

Disaster however did struck her, harder than before. The irony of the saying calm before the storm didn't escape her as she tried to start up her car yet again and ended up in failure. The car had been a medium age thing, it never encountered any problems before and Ollie'd just picked it up from the garage three days prior.

Currently stuck inside her unresponsive car with a ticking clock and no means to get to work, she dialed up the nearest repair shop and found out they'd take at least an hour and a half to get their mechanic to look at it.

She also had no way to scoring a cab in this part of the city at this hour. Her day was utterly ruined. Ollie arrived more than 30 minutes late, having already informed the reception the cause of her delay, she was thankful that Amanda, her favorite receptionist had been thoughtful enough to send over one of the boys to pick her up. Turns out, Dimitri was on a sick leave.

She'd expressed her thanks to both Andrew, her chauffeur for the few minutes and Amanda before making her way to her cabin. The sight of what rested on her desk made her pause and moan in gratitude. 

There sitting innocently, just waiting to be devoured is her daily dose of caffeine from Starbucks. Today might not be so bad after all. It was a thought quickly dismissed and thrown out of her head the moment one of the interns rushed into her cabin.

"Dr. Clarkson, it's urgent." Those words paved the way to another horrifying day.

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Towards break time, Ollie had effectively dealt with all her patients and the urgent case the intern had presented upon her arrival. She was all but ready to enjoy her lunch without any stress, atleast that was what she was hoping to do, what she had just begun to do.

It felt like a warm trail running down her legs, a slight wetness that gave of a ticklish sensation. She'd shrugged it off without thought. Realization and absolute horror settled down after lunch break while she was going through paperwork in her cabin. The increasing discomfort and abdominal pain only confirmed it, the stain on her while jeans provided proof.

She just got her fúcking period! This is officially not her day.

After the quick self analysis, Ollie groaned inside the locked toilet in her cabin, thankful that she had her own private one with a cabinet she'd stocked with tampons, pads,  extra clothes and disposable panties for occasions like these. 

Turns out, the clothes were there, so were the panties but the tampons and pads had run out, her stock happened to be the only one in the clinic and everyone borrows from her. Leaving Ollie without any. Cursing twice and once more just for the sake of it, she grabbed her phone and dialed Amanda.

The woman thankfully picked up at the third ring. "Amanda," Ollie bites her lip, "I need a favor." She pauses and the woman on the other line immediately says yes. "Buy me some tampons and pad from the nearest stores? I'm stuck in my toilet." She tells her other woman who says yes in affirmation and cuts the call.

When Amanda returns 20 minutes later, Ollie thanks her again as she retrieves the packages and shuts the door closed. 

It was official, today was a bad day, period. Maybe on her way home yesterday a black cat crossed her road and she didn't even notice, not that she believes in such superstitions. Honestly, Ollie was currently hanging by a thread, one more disaster and she'd blow. 

Thankfully, nothing more happened throughout the rest of the day and Ollie managed to checkout without trouble and head out in one piece. The rest of the staff already left after their shift and their replacement staff were already at work.

 Ollie decided not to bother Amanda or Andrew and take a cab straight home, Afterwards, I am going to have a drink. Albeit a very small amount of if.

Wrapping her coat tighter around herself, she hailed for a taxi, completely unaware of the car that had parked a few meters away from her and the awfully familiar figure that stepped out of it, aviators at the ready as he made his way to her.

"Olivia," She spun around at the mention of her name, the voice had been engraved into her mind the moment he'd first spoken at the gala weeks ago, the same voice that didn't fail to make her squirm internally, a voice that belonged to no other than Vitelli Cavelli.

"And what do I owe the pleasure of meeting you here?" Vitelli asks her and she raises a brow, "I work here Mr. Cavelli." Ollie replied and he frowned. "Is it sate to assume that it'll be awhile before you start calling me by my name?"He asks and Ollie grins in affirmation, the grin, Vitelli decides is infectious as he too ends up giving the smallest of smiles.

"Come," He turned around and started walking towards his car, when she didn't follow he turned back around to face her, "I'll drop you off home." He paused, "And you wont owe me anything. Martha loved the flowers by the way." He added as Ollie speed walked to catch up with him.

"Thanks," Ollie tells him as she opens the door herself and slides in, Vitelli smirks as he goes around the car to the drivers seat and starts the Audi, its engine purring to life immediately. "You are most welcome." He replies, Ollie misses the grin on his face.

I'll have you, it's only a matter to time. He thinks as they drive off, and it better be soon because this woman is driving him crazy.

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Hi everyone! I wrote half of the chapter last night around two something but fell asleep, I just woke up and here it is! Tell me what you think! VOTE, COMMENT, FOLLOW! 

Oh and this might be the last update in awhile since the move is today and all. Enjoy. While you're at it, click on my profile and check out my other stories, personally, I'd recommend The FWB.