Warning: Mild sexual scene.
XVI.❦ "Leading on the action."
"Leading on the action
caught in a cell phones rays.
Bleeding on the sofa,
staring at the waistline."
Olivia stood from the sofa, grabbing the curtains and closing them as she listened to the music continuing. Her eyes squeezed shut, her own mind telling her brain to stop betraying her. But it didn't work.
Her body was brought towards the kitchen and she opened the fridge. The full Prossecco bottle seemed so attractive to her. She didn't even fill a glass after she opened the bottle, the liquid burning down her throat. She knew she wouldn't do her body any good, but Olivia craved for her brain to shut up.
Her heartbeat was beating so heart, it became the bass of the music pounding through her body. The song by Pendulum was on full volume.
Olivia sat on the couch again, taking a full gulp of the alcohol before she grabbed Le Voisin again, continuing to read and hoping her mind would see it was all a book, and not real life. She read the part in which Doctor Faucleroy had intense sex above Colombe, only one ceiling separating to join the scene with her eyes. Olivia snorted, she was so dumb thinking her life would get kicked to this kind of level.
But the bottle was almost empty when Olivia felt her fingertips start to tingle, her eyesight becoming a bit shakily. She licked her dry lips before throwing the book onto the ground and grabbing her device.
To: Harry (02:34 A.M.)
Come over.
Olivia laughed though tears started to prickle in her eyes. Who did she think she was, calling for him after disappointing him? Her teeth sank into her lip as the memories she'd shared with him on the couch she was sitting right now flashed through her brain. On this exact spot, he did her, and he did her so different that Olivia couldn't even figure out if she was liking it.
Her hand went down her body, the silky robe being opened as she massaged her clit, drawing circles before pushing one finger inside of her. Her other hand grabbed her perky hardened peaks, Olivia's eyes squeezed shut. But they opened and stared at the ceiling as she felt nothing. Her lips wouldn't get slick, her opening was still narrow and only boredom streamed through her body.
Olivia tried harder. Massaged harder. Pumped harder, squeezed harder. But she only compared the touch to him, and figured out she wasn't even familiar enough with her body. Why couldn't she get the balls Jamie, for example, got. Though she had a boyfriend, Liam, she bought a Tarzan. And Olivia could very well remember Jamie once telling her that she used it whenever he was gone for his job and also, that she didn't only use it whenever he wasn't there.
And Olivia was jealous, she wanted to have no shame and such a relationship. Caring, hot, lovingly but lustful.
Her mind couldn't help but settle down onto Harry. But Olivia couldn't say it was him who brought her there, without the caring and lovingly side. She had enjoyed the intimate sessions they shared, but more feelings were brought into the relationship they had.
But why was it possible then or her to be so ashamed of him, her feelings so intimidated by him? Was it because of what he said to her, meaning to be so mean but her problem was that she couldn't handle it. Was it criticism? Were it facts.
Olivia sighed before gulping down the burning love, her throat clenching in need. Her body sat up straight once she heard her device beep. And soon, Olivia already had it in her hand, unlocking it.
Warning! Low Battery, 20%
A sob escaped her lips, her mind begging Harry to come by but she couldn't conclude as she opened the curtain a little bit to look outside. But her insides clenched as she saw the familiar tall and lanky frame on the balcony. Light was blown into his face as he lit up his cigarette, but because of that, his hand was mostly in front of his face.
She only could see the frowned eyebrows and eyes looking directly at her for not even one second. A gasp escaped her lips, the curtain falling from her grasp as she stared into her apartment. Her skin went clammy, though a cold feeling washed over her.
Had he seen her touching herself? Had he seen her sob? Without thinking, she again opened the curtain, seeing Mr. Styles making love to the cigarette again as his elbows were leaning on the railing of the balcony. She stared, her mind and hearings shutting down as she did nothing else than stare, only thinking; Mr. Styles, Mr. Styles, Mr. Styles. She hadn't even realized the music had already shut itself down.
She knew his eyes were meeting hers, she knew he was able to see her sitting with the open robe, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her eyes were wide like a deer in the headlights, her body frozen as she stared at him, afraid, in pure shock, angry.
Finally, Olivia took in a hitched breath and let the curtain fall from her gasp. Her eyelids went halfway down, her fingertips tingling with the quick rush of adrenaline that had rushed through her only a few seconds ago.
When she went to drink more, she figured the bottle was empty. Olivia went into the kitchen, only noticing she didn't have any more than a little bit of Kruskovac and was quick to gulp it down in one go, feeling her throat squeeze together and her head shook a quick no in a shudder of the burning feeling.
Her eyes fell onto the time before she realized there was a night-shop open not too far away from her apartment. She was quick to pull on some clothes, put her hair in a bun and grabbing the keys before and exciting her apartment. When she pushed the button for the elevator doors to open, she heard the door a floor above her slamming shut and froze. Mr. Styles.
Once the door opened, she ran inside and looked at the numbers, suddenly seeing the number of his floor lighting up. Olivia ran out, deciding to go with the stairs. Sweat was trickling on her forehead as she reached the ground floor and heard the bell of the elevator. Her eyes shot towards the doors, hearing the elevator get on his place.
She was panting like a dog as she ran away, stumbling once and bumping into the wall and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw a figure getting out of the building and walking directly towards her.
Olivia went into the car and quickly sped off, glancing back through the mirror, but seeing Mr. Styles nowhere.
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“Scream and you’ll regret,” A deep and manly voice said. Olivia was totally tensed, her alcoholed mind trying to find a solution as she was pushed over towards the backseat of her car. The man opened the door and threw her inside before quickly pulling out the keys from the door to the driversseat and getting in. The engine was sent to life in a short moment before the car raised in the air and flew down the road. Olivia sat up and started to bang on the door, grabbing the doorhandle but exactly then, she heard a click coming from all around the car and looked up into the rearview mirror, her eyes widening.
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