The Return (De Laurel Trilogy #1)

10

"Olen, please?" I begged, trying to convince him for us to go back to the party. We've been at the hotel for about 30 minutes now, and I was begging Olen for us to go back to the party that we attended earlier.

Ever since he separated me from that guy, Duke from dancing, he was fuming with anger, like a ticking time bomb.

"No, Olivia. That's final! We are not going back to that stupid party! Not after what you just did." He calmly said, running his fingers through his hair and pulling it.

"How come you are not scolding Oliver then? You know what? You always favorite Oliver! It's always Oliver over Olivia!" I yelled, then looking at my twin who was in deep slumber.

"That's not true," Olen denied, not looking into my eyes.

I sighed deeply before talking. "Yes it is! Just because Oliver is a boy that does not mean he can be superior in all of things that we both do!" I yelled, before storming out of the hotel room then heading to the bar.

I ordered many shots of tequila but I lost count after I started becoming tipsy. Just as I was going to talk and order another one, a rough, husky, and deep voice talked behind me.

"Rough night?" It asked. I turned around and met and absolute Greek God.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that." I sighed, then ordering another shot. This time, the man sat beside me and ordered the same.

"Jarred, nice to meet you." He smiled, telling me his name then stuck out his hand, urging for a handshake.

"Olivia," I didn't know what came into my senses but, I blurted out my first name, not the usual 'Selene' that I use.

"I know," He chuckled, before taking the shot of tequila that was in front of him. "You've been all over the news, Ms. De Laurel."

"Ugh, tell me about it." I groaned. "It's been so stressful and honestly, I don't really like fame that much."

"Me too," He said while raising a hand, signaling that he wanted another shot.

As the night continued, the stranger, Jarred and I kept talking heart to heart - drunk, I might add until the bar closed.

I headed back to the hotel room, although it was difficult for me since my head was throbbing. Once I reached the room, I'm met with the two angry faces of my brothers. I see that Oliver has woken up.

"Oh," I giggled, looking at them alternately. "Hey, guys!"

"Where did you go? Where have you been? Why are you drunk, Olivia?" Questions suddenly poured out of Olen's mouth although he was surprisingly calm.

"Oh, you know just the club downstairs." I giggled with a hand wave, as if I said something funny.

"Look, Olivia about what I said earlier-" Oliver started but I waved him off as I went to the bed, took my shoes off, drifted off to sleep ignoring the call of my brothers.

"Ugh! My head is throbbing as fuck," I groaned, getting of the bed then looking around. As I did so, I noticed that I was all alone in the hotel room. I shrugged it off and went to the counter to drink some water. Good thing I brought some aspirin just in case I get situations like this. As I placed my glass down after drinking water, I noticed a piece of paper in the counter, folded with my name on it.

Olivia.

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion before taking the letter, opening it then reading its contents.