MINE, and MINE only.

Chapter 9

Edited

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Lotte's P.OV.

I wake up feeling suffocated. I feel Oliver holding me in his deadly hold, with his arms draped tightly over my waist and my legs intertwined with his. I try to wiggle out of his hold but this only results in him nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck and pulling me closer to him, pulling my body flush against him.

Seriously does this dude's body run hotter of is he just having a fever because he's extremely hot and I don't mean in the way he looks although he's also very hot in that department. Snap out of it Lotte.

I slowly easy my way out of his hold, replacing my body with the pillow I slept on. He pulls it close to him and rolls himself over so the pillow is now underneath him, he's crushing the pillow with his weight imagen what would have happened if I would have been that pillow I would have been crushed like a twig underneath his weight. The thought alone already makes me shiver, this dude just breathes danger, but still I can't seem to step away from him.

For the first time I really look at his back, it has some very sexy tattoo's on it, but there are also several scars on his back which seem to be running quite deep. I just thing it completely finishes the look, I wonder how he got them, maybe there is more to Oliver then he seems to let on.

I get snapped out of my thoughts and start to slowly inch my way out of the room making sure I don't make any noise that will wake him up. I tiptoe down the stairs, and go to the bathroom downstairs instead of the one in Oliver's bedroom, afraid to wake him up.

Once I finish my business in the bathroom I paddle towards the kitchen, I shudder a little because I'm only wearing one of Oliver's big shirts. And the kitchen floor tiles are really cold.

I'm jamming to some P!ATD song

Tonight we are victorious champagne poring over us,

Tonight we are victorious.

I'm cooking up some breakfast for me and Oliver, I don't eat that much breakfast but I'm pretty sure Oliver eats a whole load of food, giving his body, which is by the way freaking delicious.

I'm jamming to the song further shaking my booty and turning around in slow circles with my arms raised up in the air. I then see a figure standing in the doorway of the huge kitchen it's Oliver. I blush and quickly turn away going back to my task off cooking the breakfast. I feel a pair off strong arms wrap around my waist, and immediately I'm hit with Oliver's woodsy, fresh mowed lawn smell.

"Well doesn't this look delicious." Oliver breathes huskily in my ear.

"I know, I'm a really good cook. If I say it myself." I simply shrug

"Oooh, but I wasn't talking about that, Dutchie." He says while moving his hands under his shirt and slowly inching his way closer towards my ass.

"Stop it Oliver, I'm trying to make us some breakfast."

"Oooh, but I think I want something else for breakfast, it starts with a L and it ends with Otte." He says trying to sound sexy, but as soon as he tries to says my name like that I just burst into a fit off laughter. He sounds so funny when he says my name.

He pulls away like he's burned I'm just laughing my ass off, "I-I-It's so funny." I try to squeal out but because I'm still laughing super hard, I can hardly manage to say that.

"What's so funny." Oliver asks while he looks at me dumbfound. "What the hell is so funny."

"The way you pronounce my name, it's so funny. You say it so American like, I like it." I say turning back to the food, and dishing it out on two plaids. A whole lot on Oliver's plate and a little bit on mine.

I put the plate's on the table, and sit down at the kitchen island.

"Is that all that you're going to eat?" Oliver asks.

"Uhm, yes. Unless you want me fat" I say, "But believe me I'm even uglier more fatter."

Oliver gets up out of his barstool, and comes stalking towards me. "You. Are. Not. Fat. You. Are. Not. Ugly. You. Are. Fucking. Beautiful. And. You. Are. All. Mine." He says, right before he claims my lips in a possessive bruising kiss. He picks me off me barstool, picks me up bridal style. While still kissing, he runs up the stairs with what I see as inhumane speed. We reach the bedroom, and he kicks the door close with his foot and throws me on the bed. Before claiming me as his once again. And with that I totally forget about breakfast getting cold downstairs

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