in the air, drinking and sleeping.
I lean my chair back and close my eyes, trying to sleep—something that I didn’t get any of last night because I spent all my time fucking Olive or watching her as she slept, trying my best to understand her. But, the more I tried to understand her, the more intrigued I became with her.
I try to sleep and think of something else, anything other than Olive, but my brain automatically goes to her. It’s eight o’clock. She’s probably just waking up and finding the note I left her. She’s probably mad, cursing my name because I left her all alone after I fucked her. I hate that I’m hurting her, but it’s better to hurt her now than a year from now, like Owen did.
And, for once, I need to look out for myself. That’s what I’ve learned after all these years. No one else is going to look out for me, so I have to. And I always put me first. And, right now, what I need is to just be gone.
10
Olive
Sean’s gone.
I know it without opening my eyes. He thought he was being sneaky this morning when he snuck out of bed, threw on clothes, and then typed a message onto my phone. He thought I was sound asleep. That he had fucked me so hard last night that I wouldn’t even be able to function until hours later.
But he doesn’t know me at all.
I grin. Well, he knows me a little bit. He knows the sound I make when he enters me. He knows the look on my face when I come. He knows every imperfection on my body. He knows exactly how to fuck me. He just doesn’t know me.
He doesn’t know that I’m used to waking up early. That I hardly ever get any sleep.
But, when he left early this morning, I acted like I was asleep. I didn’t let him know that I was awake. I’m not going to become a clingy girl who needs him to basically propose to me the morning after. I got what I needed out of him. Sex. And, now, it’s time to forget about Owen.
Honestly, right now, I appreciate that there will be some distance between us. The distance will help with the awkwardness when I see him at work on Monday.
I stretch and yawn as I roll over to grab my phone and read the message he left for me.
“Ow,” I moan as I move. Damn, I’m sore.
I click on the message and read it.
I got a call. I need to handle some emergencies that came up at work. Help yourself to any food you can find in the condo. Your training will continue Monday.
—Sean
I sigh. He lied to me. He didn’t get a call this morning. He just jumped out of bed like it was on fire, and he couldn’t get out of here fast enough.
I read through the message several more times, searching for any kind of clue as to what Sean does for a living or how he feels about me. But I find nothing, no matter how many times I read it.
He gives no clue to what he does for a living, and it’s pretty obvious how he feels about me. He fucked me, and now, he’s done with me. I’m going to be lucky if I even still have a job on Monday. Because I have a feeling that, if I fuck up at work, then I’m done. He doesn’t need the hassle. Plus, if I’m gone, then he can hire a new assistant he can fuck.
He said I could help myself to his food, but I have a better idea.
I get out of bed, shivering immediately from the cold air. I wrap my arms around my body and begin searching the floor for my clothes, but I can’t find them. I sigh. Shit. I’m going to have to wear some of his clothes out of here.
I walk toward the bathroom and then stop when I see a white robe hanging in the doorway that wasn’t there before. I hesitantly pull the robe off the hanger like it’s going to bite me or something and then put it on.
“Oh my God!” I moan as I wrap the soft robe around my body. It’s the softest, most comfortable thing I have ever worn. I walk into the bathroom and find my clothes nicely folded up on the counter.
Did Sean do that?
He must have because no one else