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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Oliver's heart was a samba band, pounding and drumming, and he was certain people could hear the percussions of his chest.
He couldn't find a cab on account of it being rush hour so he had to run. Maybe showing up sweaty and out of breath at Charlie's wouldn't work in his favour. Or maybe Charlie would like how devoted he was.
He had to stop just outside the condominium to catch his breath (and sort out his thoughts). He couldn't just barge in. He had to have a strategy.
Oh god. It was a dumb idea wasn't it. Charlie made it clear he didn't want anything to do with him. This was a mistake. He had to leave.
Why was he such a coward? Oliver mentally scolded himself and forced himself to enter the building. He was there to apologise and tell Charlie that he loved him. He was going to ask for his forgiveness and if there was any chance of them getting back together. If he said no, Oliver would get closure and maybe even move on. But he really couldn't imagine loving another guy or girl the way he loved him
With Charlie everything just sort of clicked into place. They had only been together for a brief amount of time but it just felt right. It felt absurd feeling so in love with him based on how quickly their 'relationship' had bursted into flames previously but.... Oliver knew the feeling. He had felt it with Nora all those years ago and he could feel it with Charlie. The difference now was that Oliver was older and would never make the same mistakes he made with Nora.
Before he knew it, he was standing outside Charlie's door with his heart in his hand. What if Dustin answered the door? What if, what if, what if.
Raising his hand hesitantly, he rapped on the door twice. His ears perked up to the sound of someone behind the wooden plaque and suddenly a shot of adrenaline coursed through his blood. Fight or flight. He still had a chance to escape. Or he could stay and fight for a relationship with Charlie. Judging by the way his feet remained cemented on the ground, he had subconsciously chosen the latter.
Suddenly the door was open and Charlie was standing in front of him.
They were quiet for a few seconds as their eyes adjusted to the person in front of them. Charlie looked the same as he did four months previously except his hair was longer. His face expressed a myriad of emotions that made Oliver nervous. Anger, confusion, shock...
"Hey."
"I... I thought you were the pizza delivery guy."
"Unfortunately not."
Charlie's eyebrows furrowed yet he remained silent and speechless. Oliver was ready to leave until Charlie moved out of the way to let him enter the penthouse. That was a good sign, wasn't it?
