Now they were his but only because he made it that way. He’d worked hard. He’d done it.
So yeah, he liked his place. He liked his car. He liked his clothes.
He had it all and he liked it all.
He had it all.
The look on Olivia’s face after he offered his deal blistered his brain.
Fuck, he did not have it all.
And Olivia Shade was not a mystery.
With the time they’d spent together, he now knew so down deep it was the fucking air he breathed that Olivia Shade was something of exquisite beauty not allowed to be what she needed to be.
Beauty bound.
She was not a ghost who could be seen.
She was a hostage in a lavish cage.
Like how she got her scar, he could not know this with any certainty since he could never ask because she’d never tell.
He still knew it right to his balls.
It was not his job to set her free.
It had nothing to do with him.
She was not his end game.
He had to let her be.
He had to end it with her and find another way.
He had the power to save her from one ugly thing that infected her life.
And he was going to save her from that.
He was going to save her from Nick Sebring.
Chapter Fourteen
Habit
Olivia
5:12 p.m. – The Next Day
I stared at my phone.
I was at David’s office, now my office, working, trying to catch up. Until I shifted it to Georgia I was still buried under two jobs.
I wasn’t thinking about work.
Normally by now, Nick had texted me. Told me when I was free to come over. Usually sometime around six and usually including telling me what he was going to be cooking.
No text.