Final Book in the Opulence Series!
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❝Forgive me❞
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After Nora left him, Oliver was sad and angry.
Then Charlie came back into his life.
Now he's sad, angry and confused.
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Oliver Scott. A name synonymous with entitlement. The golden child...
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"Are you ready?"
Oliver took one final drag from his cigarette before flicking it into an open trashcan and exhaling. He nodded at his father who was standing at a metre distance. Oliver didn't miss how his father's nose kept scrunching in disapproval while he waited for his son to finish his cigarette in the cold winter morning. But he was glad his father didn't voice his disapproval. He really couldn't handle anymore arguments.
"I'm only staying for an hour. Then I'm leaving."
"You can leave whenever you want, Oliver. No one's forcing you to be here. After we leave we can get some breakfast."
Oliver shook his head. "You don't have to leave when I leave... I promise I won't do anything stupid while I'm away."
Ed rolled his eyes. "It's not that I don't trust you. I just want to have breakfast with my son."
"I just-"
"Oliver, I'm freezing my ass off. We can continue this conversation inside before I get frostbite."
Oliver smirked. "Can't handle a bit of cold?"
Ed rolled his eyes in amusement and headed into the building. Oliver looked around curiously once they entered. In an attempt to remain secular, the AA meeting was held in the gym of a youth centre as opposed to the church of some old basement. The gym was certainly bigger but it did nothing to relieve him of how cold he was. His hands were shaking (although that may have been from the withdrawal too). He wrapped his coat tighter around him before taking a seat near the back. His father stopped and looked at him.
"Usually I sit near the front...."
Oliver looked at the seats in front of the podium. They seemed to have a spotlight on them from the rays of light shining through the high windows. Everyone would see him. People might recognise him. What if he was asked to speak? He would choke like a fish out of water. The seats smiled tauntingly at him. They were reserved for clean men and women like his father not corrupted people like him.
"No. I'm... I'm good here."
His father nodded and slipped in beside him.
"Dad, you really don't have to sit with me."
"Your first meeting can be very hard. I'm going to be here for you."
Oliver nodded, hoping the silence between them conveyed how grateful he was.
"I really hope this benefits you. I know alcohol isn't your only addiction so maybe we can try out NA as well sometime?"
