Chapter 5 OLIVIA

OLIVIA'S POV

Life is a paradox of contradicting similarities!!!

For the first time in a very very long time, there was not the usual hassle

of trying to flee from a room filled with people who resented me - people

who were throwing harsh words at me because of a crime I did not

commit. It had not been my fault but the one person that should believe

me... didn't.

...might never!.

My night didn't come with its usual horror and that was a miracle in itself.

'Could it have been because of the alcohol?

If it is, then maybe I should try it more often...'

I tried to lift my head but the cranial assaulting ache and slight sway that

attacked me at once, had me cursing in a low voice. "Holy Shit! What

the..."

'Maybe I shouldn't drink as much again!'

My sentence died somewhere in my throat when my eyes finally opened

and I got to see the face of someone else by my side. Not exactly by my

side as a part of my body was resting comfortably on this person.

Not just someone else...A Man! A Male....

I screamed in fright as I jerked away from his body and rolled to the side

of the bed. The ache and dizziness immediately forgotten as I tried to

understand what was happening.

I picked a pillow for defence as I stood up.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?

I swear I'll have you skinned alive if you laid a bloody finger on me..." I

questioned and threatened as firmly and as composed as I could... but

my voice still didn't sound right. I sounded scared and utmostly

bewildered.

The man said nothing and I think the only difference I had noticed about

his still frame on the bed was that he blinked...once.

The caress of cold air on my legs drew my eyes to my legs and my soul

felt scalded. 'Just what the hell happened?! Just what did I do?!'

I was almost naked...

Naked on the same bed with a total stranger.

'Wait. What? Why does he look a little familiar??'

"You do not remember anything?" He asked, a deep rich bristly voice

filling the room.

He sat upright, his back against the bed rest as he kept assessing me

with a blank look.

I couldn't tell if he was disgusted by me or if he must be one of those

guys that were used to seeing numerous ladies in this manner and so

seeing me this way had simply no effect on him!

His face was the exact opposite of his voice. You would not be expecting

such a sculpted pretty face - dark brows, russet coloured eyes, jet black

hair - to possess such a voice that resonates and settles within the

depths of your belly.

"Do you remember being in The Plateau yesterday?" He asked.

'The Plateau?!'

Understanding filled my head as I began to remember every moment

that led to this current one.

'On the dance floor, being led away willingly because I wanted to act like

the slut my mum will always see me as, regret at the last minute, getting

slapped, watching the man that almost raped me get nearly murdered

by... This same man before me!'

Even though it had been blurry, I knew he was the one. The blur image

had carved out the features of his face and... and... he was that same

person that had saved me from embarrassing myself further at Garland's

wedding.

'Jeez!

But wait, how is it that he is here?'

"Are you following me?" I asked as I angled my head and tightened my

grip on the pillow. That seemed like the only reasonable explanation to

me at this point in time.

He might look good...real good - with those toned muscles and

impressive abdominal definition but it has been proven that most good

looking people are not good people.

He arched one of his brows inquisitively.

"For the rarest of times I found myself being nice and I'm being paid with

a blasphemous insinuation.

I wasn't expecting anything different..." He said calmly.

'What is that supposed to mean?'

"We met at Garland First's wedding when you were crying and about to

fall.

I was at The Plateau last night and you happened to have come there. I

was passing by when I saw that man trying to take advantage of you.

I brought you to my house because I didn't know where else to take you.

You were unconscious and the fight would have been useless if I had left

you there and allowed someone else to continue what that douchebag

had started.

Do You Understand?!" He questioned, his eyes shooting daggers.

I willed for the earth to swallow me at that moment.

I had obviously misunderstood the situation.

It isn't like I'm someone rich and famous or something like that to be

followed.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

Thank you for helping and saving me" I said remorsefully as I bit my

lower lip. Out of courtesy and utter mortification, I bowed and my tousled

hair fell over my face like a ghost.

I must have been wild last night because my hair would need more than

its usual routine of taming to be in place later.

"Don't thank me yet. I have a proposal to make that will make us even"

That rich bristly voice said again and in one swift move, I straightened

and pushed my hair behind my head.

"What?"

"Just as you heard little Miss.

I need you to pose as my girlfriend for just two months.

I would accept that as a thank you then!" He spurted.

'Has some screws loosened from his head or am I currently talking to a

maniac?

Firstly, that was out of the blue and...'

"Why would you..." I started but he cut me off.

"I just need to get my folks to retreat from bugging me about having a

woman.

I originally planned on getting an escort but some of them can not be

trusted..."

I interrupted him this time around.

"And you think I can be trusted, Mr Savior?" I asked sarcastically as I

sneered.

I actually thought he might be a nice person after he had said he wasn't

following me. I was about to suggest to myself that the world is not

entirely evil but he had blown that suggestion to smithereens.

"No.

But I thought you would be human enough to do me this favour.

I could have let you fall in the wedding and pictures of that would have

turned to memes on the hungry internet by now.

Surprisingly the only pictures in circulation are those of you clinging onto

me and it was only your hair that was captured..."

'He is definitely a narcissist... a bloody obnoxious living thing.'

"What pictures are you talking about?" I asked.

"I'm not done yet, Miss.

I could have walked past you and that scumbag in that hallway without

an ounce of care or guilt but how do you think you will be feeling right

now?

Think about it, how would you feel, Little Miss?!" He asked, his voice

cold and lacking any emotion - deep and reverberating.

'Utterly miserable!' I answered within myself.

I would have berated myself to no end because yet again I would have

walked into my own rape.

"Quit the sarcasm with the 'Little Miss' calling.

My name is Olivia... Olivia Forte!"