OLIVIA FOX [Completed]

CHAPTER FIVE

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I peek at the large wall clock hanging in the sitting room. Six thirty pm. What will I wear? I do not want him to think I made too much effort. I have been on dates with several guys. Who am I kidding? The only guy I have actually being with was Cosmos. My late husband whom I am definitely not talking about right now. Still, I have no reason to be worked up. It is just a friendly date. Just a friendly date. No need to stress over it. Back in my bedroom, I go through the outfits in my closet. Nothing seems appropriate. I finally decide to wear the body con short Navy Blue dress. And I put on make up on my face. Damn. Maybe I should just cancel. I have not told Mable that I met Orlando again. I have not had the chance. She would get very excited. Mable. It’s amazing that she wants me to be happy. She has always wanted me to be happy. Sometimes I feel she has done so much for me and I have done so little for her. It is always me. I am always the one in trouble. The one in need. The one that needs saving. And she has always been there. I pick up my cell phone and I text Mable.
Me: Thank you. For everything.
In a few minutes, Mable replies.
Mable: Are you okay? Is there a problem?
Me: No. Everything is fine. Just always be here.
Mable: I’m not going anywhere.
“Laura. I won’t be having dinner here tonight. I’ll be eating with Orlando at his place.”
“Yes Miss Fox.” Laura smiles making her chubby face look so… chubby.
Eight pm. I want to be late. I want it to appear to Orlando as though I do not really care about the date. Being on time would make me look too eager. The last thing I want him to think is that I am pining over him. I decide to lay down on the couch in my bedroom for a while.
The knock on the door wakes me. I sluggishly open my eyes. Holy shit. I am bewildered by the time on my wristwatch. Eleven pm. I slept off.
“Miss Fox?”
I hear Laura’s voice from behind the door. I fucking slept off. How? It feels like I laid down on the couch few minutes ago. But it has been three hours. Orlando is going to be so mad at me. The knock on the door persists. I briskly walk to the door and open it.
“Mr. Orlando is in the sitting room.”
“Thank you.”
“Wait Laura. Could you please bring him up here?”
“Of course Miss Fox.”
I start to talk immediately Orlando enters the bedroom and closes the door behind him.
“I am so sorry. I totally slept off. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I swear…” Orlando grabs me by the face with both hands and takes my lips in his. His hands are cold against my face and his lips are warm. Too warm. And soft. His tongue dances in my mouth, detoxifying me of the poisonous pain in my heart and his hands are moving from my face to my hair. Something is building up in the pit of my stomach down to my sex. Desire. It’s becoming unbearable. Orlando pushes me further into the bedroom. He leads me to the couch and I slowly lay back on it. He is still kissing me. And his breath is quick and hot. He lays on top on me and I can feel him on me. Hard. So hard. And solid. He runs his hand down to my neck causing me to shudder. Then he stops kissing me and looks me straight in the eyes.
“You are messing with my mind Olivia. And we are still having that dinner.” He has a wicked smile on his face.
“Your wish is my command.” My voice is throaty. Oh my God Olivia. Why the hell did you say that? Why the hell would you say that. I have totally lost control of my mind and this man whose body weight I bear on me right now is to blame. And again, Mr. Orlando Baltimore, with what you are doing to me now, food is really the last thing on my mind. I want you to kiss me and not stop. He presses his lips on mine one last time and gets off me pulling me with him.
“Let’s go?”
“Yeah.”
“Olivia?” Carl calls as we are about to leave the house.
“It’s okay Carl. I will just be next door.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”
“She is safe with me.” Orlando snaps.
These two do not like each other. It’s obvious.

Inside Orlando’s apartment smells so nice. It smells like food and it is making me hungry. I notice the sitting room. Damn. It looks clustered. It obviously needs a woman’s touch. The long couch with a lot of pillows on it, the two small sofas facing each other, are all sitting on the rug placed in the center of the sitting room. Just behind the long couch is the dinning room. He is still holding my hand and he walks me to it.
“Here.” He pulls out a cream colored wooden seat for me and I sit.
“Give me a minute, I will heat the food.”
He serves the food and we start eating. The throbbing between my legs has simmered down. The food is delicious. Spaghetti.
“so uh… did you cook these yourself or did you order it because I saw this movie where the guy bought take outs but lied that he cooked the food himself just to impress the girl. So which one is it?” I ask. My voice is croaky.
His red full lips curls up in a smile “Are you impressed?”
“It depends. Did you cook it yourself?”
“Yes Olivia. I cooked all these myself. One thing I didn’t forget was how to cook.”
“Huh? What was that?”
“Never mind. I’m glad you are enjoying the meal.”
“Who says I’m enjoying it?” I tease him.
“Oh no Olivia. You don’t want to play this game with me.” He is smiling again. His wicked smile.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I whisper. I am getting aroused again. Just being here. Just looking at him. Just hearing the sound of his voice obviously filled with need.
“You should be. The things I want to do to you Olivia.” His voice is raspy.
I swallow hard. And continue with my food.
We are done eating and he clears the table.
“Do you want me to help you with anything?” I ask.
“Not really. Are you forgetting you are my guest?”
“Guest. Right.”
He joins me and we sit in his very clustered sitting room. I feel bad for the furniture. They are all in each other’s faces.
“Not bad for a friendly date. I’m sorry I almost ruined it.”
“You owe me. And I know just how I want you to pay but not tonight.”
“You are being unfair. I still showed up.”
“Because I dragged you out of your house.”
“Good point.” I exhale. “I should get going.” I want him to stop me. I want him to pull me into those heavenly wondrous arms and kiss me. I want him to take me right here. Right now. But he doesn’t.
“Let me walk you home. I don’t want your bodyguard thinking I didn’t take good care of you.”
I am disappointed as we walk back to my house. He presses his lips on mine again and inhales deeply.
“Sleep well Olivia. You will be in my thoughts till morning.”
“Bye Orlando.” I shut the door behind me. I do not understand this man. I thought he wanted me. He made me believe he wanted me. So why did he walk away? I am right here and he just walks away. I sigh heavily. I see Carl sitting in the sitting room.
“Come on Carl. You didn’t have to wait up for me.” I join him on the couch.
“I’m just doing my job.”
“I don’t even know what you are doing here. My life is not in any form of danger.” I purse my lips.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I am happy that I saw you again but…”
“I understand Olivia. You are my boss. You can fire me whenever you want.”
Emotional blackmail. This is emotional blackmail.
“Carl.” I pout.
“I’m really glad you are okay.”
“Thank you. How has life been? How is your father?”
“Dad’s okay. I put him in a home.”
“Do you have a family?”
“Yeah. I have a daughter.”
“And the mother?”
“Divorced.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Its okay.”
“How old is your daughter?”
“She’s seven. Amazing little girl.” Pride was shining in eyes. “She stays with her mother.”
I stand and give Carl a smile. “Goodnight Carl.”

I can’t sleep. Not because of the nightmares but because of the guy next door. I roll from one side of the bed to the other side. All I can think of is his hardness. And our kiss. My imaginations get the best of me. He is in this bed with me and he is doing the things he wants to do to me. The things I do not know. And it makes it very alluring. That I do not know the things he wants to do to me and all I can do is imagine them. I do not know how but my hand is inside my panties and I am playing with myself. What in heaven’s name am I doing? I stop. But I want to continue. I need some release. Or I am going to lose my mind. I continue till I can hear the heavy pounding of my heart in my ears. Till my legs are stretched out and shaking involuntarily. Till I can take no more.

The sun is slicing through the curtains into the bedroom. It should be around nine in the morning. I grab my cellphone. There is a message from Mable.
Going out of town with my boss. Will be away for one week. Tell you all about it when I get back. Love you.
Perfect. Without Mable’s frequent visits, I will be bored out of my mind. I know I should go out. But I am not ready to face the world. At least not alone. Coffee. I need some coffee to help wake me up.
Carl is the kitchen with Laura.
“Morning guys.”
“Good morning Miss Fox” Laura. Her hair is neatly taken aback in a tight ponytail, not one strand out.
“Good morning Olivia.” Carl says.
“Laura? Coffee. And cook something for breakfast. I’m hungry.”

As I sip my coffee, I remember last night. I cannot believe I did what I did. If I told Mable about this, she would die in laughter. She would tease me till I want to kill myself. I hate Orlando. Maybe hate is too strong a word to use. I definitely do not hate him. But I hate what he is doing to me. I hate what he is making me want. I hate that he is making me want the things I swore never to want again.
I go into the bathroom and take a quick shower. I wear a short low V-neck dress made out of very thick fiber. I slip my feet into black pumps.
Laura knocks on my door.
“Miss Fox? Breakfast is served.”
“Okay Laura.”
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