He drove at night. Thats when his mind worked the most. When he was surrounded by darkness. His thoughts always wondered at night. Oliver's mind was a bundle of dreams. Good dreams, successful dreams. He was one of the richest men around. No one knew how he had become one of the richest men. If they did they'd never speak to him again. Just because you have riches doesn't make you happy.
Oliver's thoughts took him into dark shadows when he thought of his riches so he tried as much as possible to keep that part out of his mind, And especially, his love life. Jeanine had no idea of his mercenaries, nor of the people he had to do the mercanaring for. He got paid thousands per person. No matter age or sex. He just knew that if she knew all these things about who he really was, she'd leave.
She had no idea that she, Jasmine Leann Stratten, was his next subject. Only one problem with this, He'd gone and fell in love with the woman. He had no idea he would fall so hard, so fast.
Thoughts of her flooded him. She was beautiful. The most beautiful he had ever seen. She had changed quite a bit in the year that they had known each other. She now had ruby red hair with blonde streaks in it. It was long and beautiful just like her. Her sunkist skin glimmers in the moonlight. He had known she was different since the beginning. She follows the moon, like it guided her in some way. She was a moon child of sorts. She was obsessed with it. She was a blessing.
Lost in his thoughts Oliver snapped out of it and realized that he had driven to the location that had changed his life dramatically. The place where all hell lies. The place where Allias had been brutally murdered. He vowed to himself he'd never go back but yet here he is, surrounded by complete and total darkness.
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Perfect Strangers
RomansThis is somewhat of a love story. Please, no hate. First one.