DJ Ruby

Chapter Twelve

Olivia's P.O.V.

After I cooled down from Ruby's lips sexually harassing my neck and finding out I have the biggest hickey in the world as proof, I stomped my way out of my bathroom in an irritated manner.

"Ruby! I have to go to work in a few days and I have school. This is not a good look for me!"

She sat there on my couch with her legs nonchalantly wide open and her arms spread out like an eagle on both sides of her. She was trying hard not to bust out laughing, and her cheeks were turning bright red.

"We both know you liked it sweetheart, don't act like you didn't."

"That's not the point!" I stomped back into my bathroom trying to find someway to hide it. This hickey is so fucking dark. I might as well give up on trying to hide it and just wear a neck brace till it goes away. No amount of makeup is going to hide this huge bruise. What am I gonna tell my boss? "Oh no! This isn't a hickey. No, I just tripped while I was vacuuming and the hose suddenly attached to my neck, refusing to surrender until it left a huge mark. I'm very clumsy." Right.

I internally groaned while trying to think of a solution, but it's impossible. I can't wear scarves in the middle of summer because it's almost 100 degrees outside, and it's not part of my work uniform.

I walked back into my living room with a menacing scowl on my face.

"Ruby I swear to all that is good if you don't help me find a way to cover this up I will throw a million pies in your face. In the dark!... While you're sleeping!"

Ruby sat there with that sexy grin on her face, her dimples shamelessly showing.

"It's not funny Ruby I can't go out like this!" I stated pointing at my neck in a whiny voice. Finally, she got up and put her hands on my shoulders.

"Calm down! I know how to cover it up. You really don't know a whole lot about me do you?"

"Apparently not." I mumbled under my breath as she sat me down and then typed something into her phone. Then she looked at me once she was finished.

"Okay well let me properly introduce myself, now that I've given you a love mark." A love mark? Why am I blushing?

"My name is Ruby Rose and I'm a model, makeup enthusiast, a DJ, actress and music producer. I do a lot of interviews for people who want to know about makeup. So I know how to cover that little spot up on your neck... If you're nice." I glared at her. She returned a troubling grin.

"No. You're going to help me cover up this huge spaceship on my neck because you're the one that caused it in the first place, smart ass."

"Awh, how sweet! You think I'm smart!" She replied with a cheeky smile. This just pissed me off even more.

"Ruby!" I said taking a step towards her. I don't know where this feistiness is coming from but it feels good. I'm probably scaring her though. Too late now.

She took a step back and lifted her hands in the air in the surrender position.

"Hey, hey! Don't kill me. Remember I'm the only one that knows how to cover up that bad boy on your neck there sweet cheeks." She pointed to the hickey and smirked a little as if she was proud of it.

"You irritate the shit out of me."

"Woah. Now that would be an interesting sight to see."

I swear I cannot handle this chick.

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After Ruby and I cooled off with some water and started chatting on the couch. I had some questions of my own that were left unanswered last night.