OLIVIA FOX [Completed]

CHAPTER SIX

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Three months ago, I was confident. Strong. And busy. Too busy. I was writing for one of the most famous lifestyle magazines in the country. Three months ago I would never have imagined myself here. In this situation. I am staring at my computer screen, my mind very distant. I am staring at my life without a hint on what to do with it. I have no guts to take my life back. I can hear the chattering of Laura and Carl. Laura, laughing too often. I wonder what Carl is saying to her.
I begin to play the Zuma game on my computer. I play the game for a while and I pick up the novel everyone has a story and I start to read. Mable says the novel is very nice. My phone beeps.
Hey. I’m at your front door. Orlando
It’s a text from Orlando. How did he get my phone number? I did not give it to him. Maybe I did but cannot remember. Whatever. I do not really care. Excitement swirls inside of me as I rush to the door. Carl follows.
“Get in. We are going out.” He says.
“Olivia.”
“Carl go back inside. I’ll be alright.”
“Olivia.” He is hesitant.
“Okay. You can follow behind.”
Orlando pulls me by the hand into the front seat of his car. I am speechless and I am yet to understand what is happening.
“Orlando where are we going? I’m not even probably dressed.” My brows are furrowed and I am worried.
Orlando looks at me and disbelief clouds his eyes.
“You are not properly dressed? You look like someone going for a formal dinner.”
“I wouldn’t wear this to a formal dinner. It is not classy enough and I won’t stand out. This is what I wear when I’m at home.”
“With the high heeled shoes?” Orlando makes a face. A shocked face.
“Yes. I always wear my high heeled shoes.”
“Wow. Isn’t it a bit tiring? Always trying to look so perfect?”
“It’s not easy to look glamorous. Not everyone can pull it off. And you. Isn’t it a bit tiring to always wear t-shirts with inscriptions?”
Orlando scoffs.
“I wonder what you would look like in a nice shirt and pants. Plus shoes.”
“I wonder what you would look like in a simple t-shirt and jeans.”
I chuckle.
“You really are the perfectionist aren’t you?”
“Only with my appearance.”
“I see. We’ll do something about that.”
I turn my neck and look out the car through the rear window. Carl is closely behind us.
“What do you need a bodyguard for anyways?”
“Mable is just being careful. I’m used to being guarded. I’ve had bodyguards all my life.”
“That sucks.”
“A bit.”
“This Carl guy. I don’t like the way he looks at you?” Orlando wrinkles his straight nose.
“And how does he look at me?”
“Like he’s seen you naked.”
I laugh. Seen me naked?
“What if he has?”
“Has he?” Orlando persists.
“It’s a funny story.”
“I want to hear it.”
I hesitate for few seconds.
“Fine. When I turned fifteen, I was very curious about sex but I had nobody to do it with. I couldn’t do it with any of the boys in school because my mom instructed the guards to drive me back home immediately after school. I wasn’t allowed to go out that much either. My only option was Carl. He was our gardener’s son. He was also my friend. Carl was about seventeen then. I talked to him, persuaded him to have sex with me and he accepted. There.”
“It happened only once?”
“Orlando. I don’t fuck a guy twice. Well except…”
He looks upset, but then his face clears. “We are going swimming in the clubhouse.” He says deliberately interrupting me as he controls the steering wheel.
“Swimming? I don’t even have a swim suit.”
“Don’t worry cupcake. I’ve got you covered.”

We arrive the clubhouse in less than an hour. Carl pulls up behind us.
“Carl. Stay here.” I say and begin to walk inside, Orlando tailing behind me. I do not want to give Carl the opportunity to hesitate.
Orlando opens the bag he is carrying and hands me a pink swimsuit.
“Pink? Because I am a girl?”
“Yeah. I thought all girls like pink.”
“I don’t. It is my least favorite color. And this swimsuit is not even… never mind.”
You can’t get it all right Orlando. First he hands me flowers. Daisies. Which are my favorite. Now he takes me out for swimming. Which is my favorite activity. I am so glad he did not give me a green swim suit.

The plump receptionist stands immediately we enter the clubhouse.
“Miss Fox. It’s a pleasure to see you.”
“Hi. Sarah is it?” I cannot believe she is still here.
“It’s Sandra ma’am.”
I change into the swimsuit and we head to the swimming pool.
“Don’t look too surprised. I’m a member of this clubhouse.”
“I see.”
“Orlando. Not to sound arrogant or pompous but I am rich and famous. You’ll have to get used to it if you want to keep hanging out with me.”
“Yes ma’am.” He jokingly mocks.
The water is warm and I feel very alive in it. Orlando jumps into the pool and we begin to swim. I cannot remember the last time I did this. Even when I had my life, I barely found the time to swim. I would never have come out here by myself. I swim to the edge of the pool and I stare at Orlando swimming. He looks so beautiful inside the water. Calmer than his calm self. He stops swimming. Steps out of the pool and pulls me out.
“Are you okay?” He queries as he gently squeezes the water off my hair.
I nod.
“Once you get uncomfortable or tired, please tell me so I’d drive you back home.”
I nod again. “When I was pretty young, I loved to swim. I loved the waters. Not that I don’t anymore but then, I was uncontrollably. I would swim for hours. I didn’t have much friends. It was just Rocky my dog and Mable. So the water was my friend. I would speak to it and it would listen. So weird. When I spoke to it, I felt all my problems were over. I felt liberated. Took after my dad. He loved to swim too. Most times, when he wasn’t busy, when he was around in the mansion, he would join me and we would play in the water. My mom was different. She hated to swim. Always said swimming would ruin her make up. So she would sit afar off and watch us. It was always hilarious. Orlando. Thanks for this. It means a lot to me.” I stare at his chest as I speak and run my index finger all over it.
“Anything for you.” He says and grabs my hand that is playing with his chest.
“You wouldn’t want to start what you can’t finish Olivia Fox.” He smirks.
“Try me.” I whisper and use my free hand to caress his chest down to his groin.
“Someone’s asking for trouble.” He grabs the other hand and leans in to kiss me. I pull my head back.
“Beg for it.” I say almost laughing.
“By the time I am through with you, you’d be the one begging.”
“Cocky much?”
He smiles. “Let’s get out of here.”

We are back in his apartment. Carl is back in mine.
Orlando grabs me by the waist and begins to devour my lips. I kiss him back with the same intensity. My head is spinning. He lifts me up my feet and I intuitively jump on him, folding my legs around his waist. He walks us to his bedroom. I barely notice anything in the bedroom. I don’t have the time to. All I want is Orlando. He sits me on a table in the room and I start to struggle with his jeans. I want to see him. I want him.
“Oh no Olivia. You can’t get it that easily. You are going to beg for it.”
He carries me from the table and drops me on the bed. I notice the softness of the bed. He kisses me again. This time slowly and with delicate passion. He kisses my monolid eyelids and plants kisses on my cheeks. One after the other. He then turns my head to the right and begins kissing my left ear. Kissing. Nibbling. Biting. Driving me over the edge. I struggle to be free because the pleasure is almost unbearable but he pins me down to the bed and does not stop. I start to moan. And wriggle on the bed. He turns over to the right ear and does the same thing. My body is hot with need. He fondles my breasts with my dress still on and helps me take it and my bra off. He takes my greatly aroused nipples in his mouth and I think I am losing my mind.
“Oh Olivia. You are the sweetest thing I know. I want you. I want you Olivia. If I don’t get you, I’ll be climbing the walls.”
He flicks his tongue all over my belly to my sex. I squirm under him. He takes off my panties and rubs my sex. He dips his hand into my wetness and keeps going in and out. Hitting all the right places. His finger. It feels better than I imagined. I am moaning uncontrollably and I cannot stand his torture anymore.
“Orlando. Please. You win. I’m begging you. Just fuck me.”
Without saying anything, he quickly gets out of his jeans and underwear and gets into me. His hardness saturates me as he starts straddling me, I start to sob. The pleasure is too much. His face is red and tight and I think he is about to come. In that very second, I explode under him and he collapses on me.
“My sweet Olivia.” He mutters and rolls off me.
“That was incredible. Absolutely.” I breathe.
We are laying on our backs, facing the ceiling. He takes my hand to his mouth and kisses it.
“I bet you are feeling fulfilled.” I say.
“How do you mean?”
“Damn. She’s beautiful. I want to fuck her. Remember? You’ve accomplished.” I am grinning. I just had awesome sex. I have every right to grin.
“Well. Yeah. That goal is accomplished. Now I have a new goal.”
“What?”
He turns to his side and looks at me.
“Damn. She’s beautiful. I want to be with her.”
I am dazed.
“Breathe Olivia. Breathe.” He says and claims my lips.

Orlando is asleep. Such an admirable sight. Most of his cinnamon brown hair is on his chiseled face. I use my index finger to take them all back. I trace his face with that same finger and I gaze at his lips. They look redder than they used to look. I notice how soft and fair his skin is.
I get dressed and quietly leave his house to mine. I feel very energetic and chipper and I decide to go for a run. I get dressed in a half cut singlet and a pair of joggers.
“Hey Carl. I’m going for a run. Want to come?”
“Sure.”

My heart beat gets quicker as we run.
“So you and Orlando.” Carl says. He is running at the same pace as I am. I know he can run faster than this.
“Carl. You don’t like him do you?”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know. You know what Carl? I hope not. I really hope not.”
“After my divorce, I was miserable. Maybe if I married the girl I always wanted, we would still be together.”
“Please Carl. Don’t tell me you had a crush on me.”
He laughs. His laugh mixed with his pants. “Of course not Olivia. I never had a crush on you even if you gave me my first sex experience.”
“Carl. You told me you had had sex before. I do it all the time. You said that remember?”
“I lied. I had to lie. I didn’t want to look inexperienced in your eyes.”
“Oh my God Carl. But the sex, you did everything like you knew what you were doing.”
“I did a lot of research.” He chuckles.
“By research you mean porn.”
“Stop tormenting me Olivia.” We both laugh.
“Fine. I’ll stop. Only if you tell me who the girl you always wanted is.”
“Come on Olivia. I can’t tell you that.”
“Why not? I promise It will be our little secret. I swear. Believe me.” I am panting harder.
“Mable. The girl I always wanted is Mable.”
I stop running and he stops too. I bend supporting my upper body on my knees with my hands.
“Mable? You like Mable?”
“Olivia. You promised you won’t tell anyone.”.
“I won’t. Why didn’t you tell her?”
“I was scared she wasn’t going to like me too.”
I think about it. Mable never mentioned having a crush on Carl. She has never mentioned Carl in a romantic way. Maybe she didn’t just notice him.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell her. If Mable ever finds out, it’ll be because you told her.”

I run into the shower as soon as we get back home and I call Mable afterwards.
“HI best friend. How are you?” Mable’s voice blasts from the other end of the line.
“I’m good. I’m actually good.”
“You sound happy.”
“I am happy. Ish. I don’t know. I’m confident everything is going to be okay.”
“You don’t know how glad I am to hear you talk like that. I miss you. I can’t wait to fly back to you.”
“I miss you too. Don’t worry about me. I found something to keep me busy. Will tell you all about it when you get back.”
“Can’t wait. Bye.”

I settle into the couch and I continue reading the novel everyone has a story. The old me is slowly returning. The old me that has burning zeal for almost everything.
Orlando: I’m starving. Chinese?
My phone beeps and I get this text from Orlando.
Olivia: Hey sleepy head. Chinese and movies. My place?
Orlando knocks at my door an hour later with Chinese food. I am starving too. After all that exercise, I need to eat. Laura should be in her room and I do not really know where Carl is.
“Hi Princess.” He smooches my cheek.
“So what movie are we seeing?”
“You pick.”
“What are the choices?”
“The best of me. If only. The shopaholic. Yeah that’s it.”
“The best of me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Sounds nice.”
“Okay.”
We eat and then cuddle in the couch as the movie plays.
You are my dearest friend.
My deepest love.
You are the very best of me.
I sniff in tears as Amanda reads Dawson’s letter in the movie.
Goodness. Why am I crying?
“Are you crying?” Orlando asks in a mocking tone.
“Of course not. Even if I am crying, it’s a sad movie. You know it’s a sad movie.”
“I didn’t think you were the romantic type. You never cease to amaze me Olivia.”
“You know I could do that for you right? What that guy did for the woman he loves. Giving away his heart. I can do that for you.” I am touched. I stretch my neck and kiss his lips.
“There won’t be any need for that.” I say.
“If it’s ok, can I sleep here tonight? I just want to stay with you.”
Is that a good idea? Olivia you do know you are just having fun right? This thing between you and Orlando can’t be serious. It can’t get serious. You can’t love him. Remember what happened the first time you loved a man.
“Er... Maybe some other time.”
“You sure?.”
“Yeah.”
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