Forever and Always.

Chapter 4.

  "Yesterday France won in the world cup, their match was against Honduras." I tell him once we are on the road. His smile grows wide.

"Did they now?" He asks and our hands are intertwined.

"Yes 3-0, it was great." I say and and sigh turning his radio on and hum to the song.

"Was it?" he grins and runs his finger on my hand. I blush knowing how he used to give me his jersey to wear. 'MCTAVISH.' in the back.

"Yes it was." I giggle and look out the window at the passing trees.

"So you want to stay at a hotel for a couple nights? This traveling is killing me, we can go sighting and we can go eat and do tourist stuff." he smiles and I nod.

"Yes please." I say and rest my head back. Around 5 we stop at a little local restaurant and we walk into the place hand in hand.

"Hello!" Says a really handsome young man maybe a little older than me but younger than Olivier.

"Hello, a table for two please." I say and smile at him, his smile gets wider and he nods.

"Follow me pretty lady, sir." he says and takes us to a table in the back. "Here are your menu's your waiter will be with you all shortly." with a smile at me he leaves. Olivier's face is hard and his eyes seem cold and angry.

"Well then." he says his voice hard. "Did he not see you're with me? Could he not tell or is he stupid?" I shake my head.

"He was just friendly Olivier." I say and he looks at him. I sighs and slide into his booth with him placing my head on his shoulder his arm is around me and he grins. "There happy?" I ask.

"Very, you know I am very possessive." he smiles against my hair. I did not have it within me to be mad for any longer at him. It's impossible for me to be mad, I love him to much.

"Hello, I am Josh and I am your waiter tonight, what can I get you two tonight?" he smiles and I look at the menus.

"Can I get a sprite with lemon?" I ask politely.

"I'll have a beer." he says and smiles a bit.

   After we eat he implies he had to pay a small visit to his corporation, we were on the way to MCTAVISH, inc. His assistant a pretty, skinny young woman named Brook Beaker was getting out of  her car, once Olivier saw her he smiled and dropped my hand. 

"Olivier." she said faking a sexual French accent. I felt my blood boil with anger. Why is she calling him by his first name if she is just his assistant?.

"Hey Brook, how was your day so far?" he asks her happily, I glance at him disbelief and disgust. The keep having a normal conversation until I notice her hand is on his bicep.

"Oh my Olivier, your biceps have gotten bigger, have you be been working out?" she asks her cheeks red and her eyes slowly traveling down his body checking him out, that was where I trace the line, you can look at my husband all you want, but don't touch him.

"How does she knows how your biceps feel?" I ask looking at him, her eyes open wide and she stares at the both of us. "Hi, I am Nicole McTavish, his wife." I say and glare at her. His eyes wide as we all entered the elevator.

"Nicole I-" I cut him off.

"No fuck you and fuck, actually fuck each other for all I care." I say angrily, he runs his hand down his face and takes a deep breath, my rage evident. All three of us are in the elevator as we await for it to arrive at the 36th floor, the tension thick enough that you can cut it with a knife. Once on the floor he excuse himself to his office, when I look back she is about to follow him in.

"Oh no you don't, did he request your presences? No he did not so sit your ass back down." I say to her and place my bag on a chair near by, she gives me a bitchy look.

"He is my boss not you, see now I understand why he chose to pretend to be dead and in this office with me, bitch." she says laughing and my eyes get wide, all anger gone, replaced by hurt, I look at his door and he stares at me, pain and anger in his eyes. The tears start to fall and he breaths in.

"Baby no." he whispers and goes to my side. "Brook get all your shit and get the fuck out my company! You do not speak to wife like that!" he shouts and other workers passing by stare at us. "What?! Do you all want to get fired too?!"  he shouts again, his face hard and eyes cold.