Heart Torment

02

Part 02's song is "You Don't Know Me" by Ariana Grande. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Love you. See you next week.❤
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*Olivia's P.O.V*

I wake up naked and sprawled across James' body. My right hand resting on his rough and hard chest with my other lost somewhere in his hair. My left leg is in-between both of his and my right is hanging out of the soft hotel douvet. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that I've just slept with my best friend. My married best friend. Fuck, why don't I feel guilty? Does he feel guilty?

"Good morning, Miss Smith." Dornan awakes, obviously from me moving around and waking my body up. "What an interesting night that was." He leaves gentle kisses on my head. His voice so cool and relaxed. Did he enjoy last night? Did he enjoy sleeping with his best friend behind his wife's back?

"Indeed, Mr Dornan." I reply just as quietly as him. His hand dragging through my knotted hair and down my back before circling over the pink butterfly tattoo that lives on my shoulder blade.

"You know you say everything you do has a meaning? I would love to know why you chose to get a butterfly tattooed on your skin and not another animal." Jamie smiles down at me.

"Butterflies symbolize change, rebirth and beauty and are sometimes in Japanese referred to as somebody's soul." I plant a gentle kiss on his lips to test his reaction, but he just smiles into it and doesn't pull back. Does he still love Amelia- what the heck are you saying Smith? Of course he still loves her. But why did he sleep with me? Darn you Dornan for messing with my head. I must know why he did go behind his wife's back. "Jamie- you say you still love Amelia, but if you do, why did you sleep with me and break your wedding vowels?" I rest on my elbows and look down up at him.

"I love her more than anything. She is the mother of my daughter and is my wife. I slept with you to see if I could trust myself and I obviously can't. But, I love you too. I wish I had realized that before I married Amelia and I wish that you had too. I just need to figure out what's best for me." He looks down at me, his eyes sensing that I'm hurt by this. To see if you can trust yourself? You love me too? What the fuck is this to you, Jamie? "Give me a week and I will have my answer." At that moment I sit up and dangle my legs over the side of the cosy bed.

"An answer? This is about who you love. I don't want to be your little bit on the side for the week if you're only going to turn around and say we can never happen. And what about Amelia? I just go behind her back for another seven days and watch her as she realizes? I can't do that." I look down at him; his phone then ringing. "I'll get it. You're asleep if she asks." I scowl at my naked and attractive best friend, then standing up, quickly placing my panties and his shirt on and grabbing his mobile. "Morning Amelia." I fake a yawn after looking at the caller ID.

"Oh, good morning." Amelia stops and sighs. "I was wondering if Jamie was up yet. I need to talk to him about something rather serious that you were involved in." Millie pauses for my reply. Here we go.

"Well he's asleep on the sofa at the moment. Can I pass on a message for him?" My eyes look intently at him, his lips making a straight line.

"Can you tell him that I wish to see him before he goes on set this morning. I shall meet him for breakfast in ten minutes." She coldly says, hanging up in a split second.

"Breakfast. She wants to discuss last night with you over breakfast. You have ten minutes to be ready and down there." I throw his mobile down on the bed. He has to go lie to his wife. Its gonna hurt to see him lie cos damn last night felt good. Woah- stop! He's still married, and you're still with Jack.

"I don't have any clean clothes. I can't go down and talk to her in this state. I need to look like I've made an effort." He stands up, his naked body right in front of me.

"That's why you're going for a shower and I'm going to get you some clean clothes from your room. Whist I'm gone you can think about what you're going to say to her as you better tell her everything you told me or I want nothing to do with you." My thumbs thumble and do up his creased shirt before my legs lead me out of my hotel room and down the corridor to his. Stupidly bumping into Taylor who gives me a dirty look. "Don't say a word." I push past him and knock loudly on Amelia's door. Ready for hell, Smith?

"Olivia. What brings you here in my husband's shirt and your lingerie?" She opens the door with my God-Daughter in her arms.

"Not to chat to you, that's for sure." I push past and walk into their room, heading over to the brown wardrobe at the end of the room. Keep quiet, Smith. Just do what you came here for, and leave.

"You can't just barge right in like that. And when did you become so cold, Smith? Is that where your daughter gets her bitch like behavior from?" Amelia stirs. You fucking what?

"Don't ever talk about April like that. My daughter is no bitch. Just because your husband kissed me it doesn't mean you can take it out on my daughter." I barely know April, but calling a 12 year old a bitch is harsh. I close the doors of the wardrobe after grabbing a pair of his jeans and a white T-shirt. "Don't ask me why he is doing this because I don't know. I know just as much as you do, maybe a bit more. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and give your heartbroken husband these items of clothing, and he shall be down in your stupid ten minutes." I grab some underwear from his draw, placing it all on my arm, putting my middle finger up at her and leaving.
I swear he had better tell her everything so I can wipe that smug look off her pretty face.

"Don't you need shoes?" She calls out.

"I do indeed." I pick them up from her hand and re-leave. "Fuck off." I mouth at her before heading back down to my room and knocking on the door as I forgot my key. This week is going to be fun.

"Alright, alright. Keep your knickers on." He opens the door still butt naked, but smelling and looking fresher than before.

"No, that's what you need to tell your wife whom just decided to call my daughter a bitch." I shuffle into my messy room with clothes scattered everywhere. "Here, take these." I pass him his clean boxers and jeans.

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound like Millie." His eyebrows burrow, as he sits beside me on my unmade bed. His torso free of any clothing. I'm fucking sure.

"Do I look like I'm joking or something? You're... you're late. Quickly put your top and shoes on and go downstairs." I nudge him lightly in the arm looking down at my cold and bare feet.

"Okay. I'll see you on set, okay? And hey, bring April if you want." He kisses my lips softly before running out of the room to have breakfast with his one true love that is not me.