Chapter 35 OLIVE YOU

Unable to believe what he had asked me then, I had my eyes open wide. I was staring at him to understand if he really asked me that question only to know my feelings and if the answer would actually lead me somewhere, or he only wanted to know the way I felt for him because either I made it too obvious or he read my mind.

It was difficult for me to take a shot at it, but because I was finally put in the spot, I didn’t want it to be wasted. A little amount of doubt was troubling me in my mind because it was very important for him to accept my answer. If he didn’t, that could mean I would have to move out of his house as knowing about my feelings for him would have made him uncomfortable if I continued to stay with him after knowing that he didn’t feel the same.

I wanted to play safe and turn the question around at him, but that would have been a very direct way to avoid answering his question and, knowing his smartness, he would have caught it no matter how drunk he was. But because I had no other option left with me other than to answer the question which he had asked, I replied, “Why do you ask?”

The way he responded to that question of mine made me feel slightly sure of being upfront with him about my feelings. We had been talking with each other at home for a few months, but he had never talked about me the way he was trying to do it that night. He answered, “I want to know how you feel because you are important to me, Olive.”

“You are important to me too, Charles,” I replied and continued what I was saying to answer his question. I confessed, “I feel for you in a different way, but I don’t know if it is love or something else because I am not even sure if I could fall in love with a man who would never love me back.”

“Why do you say so?" He asked.

“Because we are both very different. I don’t know your ways, and my ways would seem inappropriate to you.”

“But you are a wonderful girl, sweetheart.”

“I am glad you feel that about me, but we are different people.”

“You don’t want to be with me?” He questioned me with a frown on his face.

“I cannot want something that I know I will never get be– ,” I mentioned, but right before my sentence was over, he landed his lips on mine. Amazed as I was, my eyes were fully open. I tried to imagine Charles sitting with his back resting on the headboard, but he was not there. He had moved forward in reality and his lips were on mine; I wasn’t dreaming.

To cherish the moment, I closed my eyes and brought my hands up to hold him and treasure the very first kiss. As soon as I did that, he opened his mouth to suck my lower lip that made me do the same to his upper lip. We started to properly smooch each other's lips, and he started to feel my body with his hands while my hands were still on the sides of his face.

It felt unreal to me; the man I loved for quite some time was kissing me on my lips. He was moving his lips very slowly as he was taking both my lips between his turn by turn and licking them too. Even though he was drunk, I still followed him and did the same to him.

The kiss got wilder in a couple of seconds, and as he was kneeling down on the bed, I did the same. Our bodies were touching from the front, and Charles started moving his hands to my lower back. I also started feeling his upper body, which did nothing but turn me on even more.

The muscle cuts of his and the firmness they possessed made me want to lick him from head to toe, but I waited to see where this act of his leads both of us. If it ended with just the kiss or if it would just be the start of something so beautiful which I hadn’t made up my mind for because I didn’t know that it was actually possible.

A normal girl like me could have her dream come true and get the guy she fell in love with. From what I knew, such things only happened in movies, and it was a rare scenario for it to happen to anyone in real life. Out of so many other girls who at least were of the same class as him, there could have been no way that he would choose me.

But then, there I was with him in the same room with the door locked, kneeling down on the bed with him in his arms while we devoured each other. It didn’t take much longer for his hands to cup my ass. Soon after which he stopped abruptly and brought his hands to hold my shoulder as he looked into my eyes.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“Olivia, I need to tell you something. It is important,” he responded.

“Yes, Charles. Tell me, please.”

“I have taken my own time to figure this out, but Ms. Olivia Pierce— ”

“I am listening.”

“–Olive You!”

A smile automatically popped on my face as that thought brought me back to the present, and I remember Charles will finally come back home to me tomorrow after his week-long business trip. It was a dream for me to hear him tell me that, and, well, dreams do come true.

For the entire week I did nothing but live in the flashback of memories of the beautiful way when my boring life was not only becoming interesting but also my dreams were coming true. I feel like the luckiest girl on this planet.

Starting to prepare for my husband’s arrival tomorrow, I still have to compartmentalize the thoughts I have in mind about telling him all about the thing that has been bothering me since the other day when I went for a routine check-up.