How To Save Ivy Morgan (ON HOLD)

14 steps from the guestroom.

I slept with ease that night, although my thoughts were trying to keep me awake, I fell asleep.

The next morning, Sunday morning, I packed up my shit in Taya's room and left with Raj, my father's driver. We drove for about 10 minutes until we reached the huge, white house that belonged to my father. Raj pulled into the drive way as the gates were opened and drove into the property.

I took my bag out and said goodbye to Raj as i walked toward the front door. I was greeted by Bentley, the butler. He was a slender, tall man with ashy grey facial hair.

"Camila, how lovely to see you again!" He greeted and pulled me into a hug. "You too" I smiled and returned the hug. Bentley took my bag out of my hand."I'll take this up to your room. Maria made breakfast for you." I nodded my head and walked into the house toward the kitchen.

Still 63 steps from the front door to the kitchen. I counted internally. I opened the glass door that led to the entrance of the kitchen. I was immediately greeted by Maria, who squeezed me into a tight hug. "Aye Camila, I've missed you so much! There's breakfast for you on the counter. I made bacon, pancakes, waffles, french toast and - "

"Maria you didn't have to." I told her.

"You need to eat! Look how thin you've gotten."

I laughed, I wasn't actually thin, but to her, maybe so.

After helping myself to some breakfast and having a quick change of clothes, I went to the backyard for a swim. Maria left to get some groceries and Bentley had to go visit his daughter. They wouldn't be back until 7.

I walked outside in my black bandeau-style bikini, wrapped with a towel. Oddly enough I heard a splash coming from my pool. I frowned, who else could be here?

"Hello?"

No response.

I walked closer to the pool and saw a figure getting out of the water. One that I swear I had seen before.

"Oliver?" I let out.

His head shot up and he started walking toward me. My body stiffened at the sight of his fairly well built body. The water just dripping off his abs.

I wanted to lick it.

Wait um, no, i didnt say that.

He stopped right in front of me. He was towering over me by a couple inches. I had to remind myself to breathe as the water from his hair dripped onto my bare skin.

"Well well well, It's the girl who never called." He said, his voice raspy..

"It's Camila. And it's my house so I should be asking what y-"

"I stay here. Your father, I presume. He told my Dad I could stay here until mine comes back from Singapore." He answered, cutting me off.

"Okay."

"Why so shocked princess?" He smiled.

"Don't call me that." I shot back.

He smirked.

"Why, does it bother you?" He inched even closer. I almost choked on my own breath.

"Yes, everything about you bothers me."

"Does it now?" He winked at me.

"You knew who I was before today?"

"I only realised afterwards." He shrugged.

"Why are you so close to me?"

His lips inched closer toward my neck. "You smell good." His lips were grazing between my ear and neck at this point. I needed more. Grabbing him at the back of his neck, I pulled him toward me.

I tried so hard not to do this.

His hands grabbed my waist as we stumbled backwards into the back door.

14 steps from the guest room.

He was still aggressively making out with me as we leant against the back door. His lips trailed from my lips to my jaw and down to my collarbone. I pushed him away and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the guestroom, where he slammed the door and threw me onto the bed. He bit his lip. "Shit, that top is actually pretty cute." I laughed when he tore the top from the front. "Pity I had to do that." He said before leaning in to kiss me again.

Fuck. Me.