Chapter 5 Why are you following me

💞 Back to the Present 💞

Oliver recognized her both in the club and in the mall. He was certain. He could still vividly remember the comforting and sweet scent of her when she had hugged him at the club. And when Donna came closer to him in the mall, that familiar fragrance confirmed that it was her.

Sighing, Oliver turned and maneuvered through the crowd under the neon lights. Donna noticed him leaving from the corner of her eye and breathed a sigh of relief. She continued to dance skillfully in her minimal attire, determined to keep her distance and not get attached to anyone, especially men.

💕 2 AM in the Morning 💕

The club was starting to empty out, and only a few people remained inside and outside. The air was chilly at this late hour of the night. Donna stood by the side of the road, wearing thin clothing that offered little protection against the biting cold. She rubbed her palms against her arms, desperately trying to generate some warmth.

Raising her hand to hail a cab, Donna was startled when a coat suddenly landed on her shoulders. Seeing who appeared beside her

"What are you still doing here?" she blurted out, eyes widening in surprise. She had thought Oliver had left, but she was mistaken.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, a mocking tone in his voice. "You still recognize me?" he asked.

Donna quickly realized her mistake and pursed her lips before replying, "No, I don't. You should leave." She turned to wave down a cab, choosing to ignore Oliver's presence.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Oliver asked, watching her intently. Donna pretended not to hear him and got into the cab, but to her astonishment, Oliver followed suit and pushed her inside.

"You--" Donna started, anger and frustration rendering her speechless.

"Where to, sir?" the cab driver asked, looking at Oliver through the rearview mirror, assuming the two were a couple. Oliver turned to Donna, silently urging her to provide her address to the cab driver.

Reluctantly, Donna glared at Oliver for a moment before turning to the driver and giving him her address. She didn't want to waste the driver's time. As the car began to move, Donna stole a glance at Oliver, who stared out of the window with an unreadable expression.

Why was he constantly appearing wherever she went? She only tried to comfort him then but seems that made him obsessed or something like that. It then dawned on Donna that he was probably like every other man, only interested in sleeping with her. She sighed and continued to ponder, stealing occasional glances at Oliver, whose proximity had an inexplicable effect on her.

Unconsciously, her hand moved to her chest, but she quickly withdrew it, realizing her subconscious reaction. She licked her lips nervously, shifting her gaze to the passing scenery outside the opposite window.

The cab finally reached its destination, and both Donna and Oliver stepped out, with Oliver paying the fare. As the car drove away, Donna turned to face Oliver. "Why are you still following me? Look,at the club,I just wanted to console you because you look like you needed it and I think that move was wrong" she said. her voice carrying a mix of confusion and frustration.

"Oh, I see. If you want to sleep with me, I'll gladly accept, moreover,I need a lot of money right now but you'll have to pay a handsome fee, alright?" Donna said, moving closer to him, her behavior suddenly changing. Oliver furrowed his brow, taken aback by her sudden shift. He swiftly grabbed her hand, which was resting on his body.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice filled with both concern and confusion.

"What? Isn't that why you've been following me?" Donna countered, maintaining eye contact with him.

"No," Oliver replied firmly, releasing her hand. "You can go inside." He turned to leave, his thoughts a mystery to those around him.

Donna stood frozen in place, watching Oliver's retreating figure. She felt a mix of curiosity and frustration over his actions and wondered what he was thinking. Letting out a sigh, Donna entered her apartment building. Once inside her quiet apartment, she realized her daughter Ariana had left for boarding school earlier that morning.

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Oliver arrived at his apartment, situated in a smaller but decent estate. he noticed a Rolls Royce parked in front of his house, immediately recognizing who it belonged to. he went in and saw half-eaten instant noodles, banana peels, empty beer cans on the kitchen island and his TV still playing a movie. Walking towards the TV, he spotted Jake lying uncomfortably amidst a sea of empty snack bags.

Oliver sighed and lightly tapped Jake, who jolted awake. Rubbing his eyes, Jake asked, "Where have you been?"

"Go to the guest room and sleep, okay?" Oliver replied, avoiding Jake's question. With unsteady steps, Jake stood up and made his way to the guest room.

Watching Jake leave, Oliver bent down to pick up the snack remnants scattered on the floor, tidying up the mess he had made. Once done, it was almost 6 AM, so Oliver headed to bed. To his surprise, he found Jake sleeping in his room instead of the guest room.

Quietly closing the door, Oliver decided to sleep in the opposite room. As he laid down, his mind was filled with thoughts, and his heart stirred with emotions that he couldn't quite grasp.