Over Her Head 2

6.Her New Home

Chapter 6 picks right up where 5 left off. Here we go!

David had had enough! He'd been a patient man; more patient than he probably should have been, but now he had been pushed to his limit! He had Stanley pinned against the wall, squeezing him by his neck while Stanley cowered and begged David to let him go. They'd forget about the money, he said, now just wanting to get away and rethink this. He didn't know that David would resort to violence; he seemed too classy for that. But here they were. David, mad as hell and Stanley swearing that he'd just go away. But David didn't want to hear it.

"We're gonna take a walk. Just you and I." David said to him, and, just as he was about to take Stanley and shove him through the doors leading to the stairs, Olivia entered the hallway.

"There you are." She smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

Shit! David thought, easing his hand off of Stanley's neck, and pivoting to face Olivia. "It's alright. You okay?" He said as he made his way over to her and palmed her belly lovingly as he put his other arm around her.

"Yeah, I'm just wiped out." She said quietly as she lay her head down on his shoulder.

"You wanna go home?"

"Can we? My back is killing me and I'm so exhausted."

"Don't apologize." He said and kissed her cheek. "Come on, I'll get our coats."

"It was nice meeting you..."

"Stanley." The man said as he silently thanked God. He nearly pissed himself, he'd been so scared.

"Stanley. Well, goodnight."

"We'll finish this tomorrow," David said to him. He left no room for Stanley to misinterpret his meaning, eyeing him hard before he took Olivia and left.

...

A little later, in the limousine...

"So who's Stanley? Is he a business partner?" Olivia asked as she sat rubbing her neck. David offered to do it for her, starting on her shoulders and working his way up to her neck. Olivia sat, letting out a deep breath, and reveling in the feel of his hands massaging her flesh and working out the kinks. "Your hands feel amazing!"

"It's a gift." He smiled, as his hands continued and he thought of Stanley.

"So... If I would have known that upon our first meeting, I surely would've asked for more than a measly hundred grand! See the way I see it, you owe me! I risked my job; my very freedom to provide you a service, and I just want what's mine..."

"...so who is he?"

"Stanley?" He said as he kissed her cheek. "He's just an associate I needed for a job. Now, why don't you relax, and let me take care of you?"

.

In L.A.

"So, fiance, huh?" Nick said, referring to the guy who was entertaining Zara on the terrace as he brought more dishes into the kitchen area. He emptied them as Maria put them in the dishwasher, eyeing him while she worked.

"I know what you're going to say." She smiled, nervously.

"And why do you assume that I'm gonna say anything?"

"Because I know you. You think he's a child molester or a drug addict, or some dreg of humanity."

Nick started to laugh. " I don't."

"You lie."

"Look," he took her hands in his and sat her down on the barstools. "I know that we didn't end things exactly...amicably"