Chapter 8 JAREK

JAREK'S POV

Life is a paradox of contradicting similarities!!!

I so badly wanted to do something to Garland First but I knew Olivia

could easily link it to me.

I had not been so subtle with my anger the other day.

He was currently in Zeba for his honeymoon and should be back before

Saturday.

Even though I couldn't do anything physically to him - for now - I could

most definitely do something to his terribly inflated ego.

'He had called Olivia a b****, he had broken her vase.

He had held her against her will on her couch...had his bloody hands on

her. Made her uncomfortable that she almost cried. She probably had

cried when I left.

She had been visibly shaken!

And I wouldn't be Jarek Stark if I let him enjoy his tanning period in Zeba

till I have the opportunity to end his life!'

News had carried it that it was a fire outbreak at one of their major sites

but I know exactly what had happened.

The supplies that were made earlier in the day weren't what they had

ordered. Someone had shut down every camera in the building.

Someone else had started the fire.

They both left before the fire began to burn too brightly for recognition

and the building was razed to the ground.

He would not be all smiles during the honeymoon as his dear wife would

be itchy about the massive loss incurred. Their brief honeymoon would

be brief-er and they would come back soon.

Saturday dragged on sluggishly and I could only see Olivia through the

pictures my private investigator sent to me. She looked so tired on

Monday that I had to send a direct message to her supervisor to ensure

that her workload was reduced drastically.

Her supervisor would know it was a command from the CEO but would

have no idea who it was. Olivia would discover that she had more free

time but she wouldn't know how that came about - even the supervisor

was made to seal his lips and not reveal that preferential treatment was

being shown to her.

I tried to send a text to her but I always ended up deleting whatever I

typed. It either sounded too corny or too corny.

The only text I had managed to send was regarding the event - the

details, mode of dressing, and time.

I was more detailed than necessary.

When Saturday finally arrived, I could not wait for 5 pm to arrive. The

seconds ticked slower than a sloth would and it was infuriating. I tried to

do other things to keep me engaged but I kept on being more distracted.

I was looking at the financial reports from our various food branches and

in one of the new products, a flower had been boldly drawn on the

package.

My memory was instantly reared to life about that tattoo I had seen on

her thigh.

I was certain that it wasn't there when she had left my house but then...

She must have had her bath and applied some lotion because that area

glistened and the thought of running a palm soothed me... the thought of

running a tongue across every edge of the flower seemed so sinfully

desirable.

That thought had led me under the shower three times before 5 pm.

I texted her when I was outside her building, and twenty-three seconds

later, she responded.

"I'm sorry but I'll need fifteen minutes more. I promise not to exceed it"

I typed, "You can have the whole night, Sugar, but have little mercy on

me. I have been dying to see you for the past six days.."

I cleared it off and instead sent just one letter. "K!"

It was sixteen minutes later she had trotted towards my car in an olive

green dress.

The dress had me thinking of canceling tonight's plans and doing other

things that do not involve making small talk in a crowd of people.

It had no sleeves and showed a generous cleavage, hugged her skin

from her breasts to her waist, and was made a little free from the waist

downwards. It was dreamy!

Her straight hair was made slightly wavy and was parted at the side.

I bolted out of my car before I could lay hold on my reasoning.

Behind Olivia was her best friend, Maya, and her hands were folded

across her chest. She had no smile on her face but I couldn't be

bothered.

I walked around my car to the door of the shotgun seat and I held it open

for her.

"I'm moved. I never knew you had this gentlemanly side to you.

Last I saw you, you wanted to harm a man," Olivia teased with a warm

smile, and I couldn't help but smile back.

'I also didn't know I had this side to me!'

"Funny!

Evening Little Miss!" I said.

"Evening, Mr Jarek and I thought we were past that. My name, as you

know, is..."

"Yes, Olivia.

Let's get going" I said as she passed by me to sit. As she did, the scent

of daisies wafted into my nostrils.

'Lovely! Pleasant!

I want to wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pull her closer, and

bury my head in the crook of her neck!'

"Not so fast, Mr. Jafred..." Maya suddenly said.

I turned towards her, slightly irked that she had to break the jinx at the

moment.

" It's Jarek," I said calmly...a little too calmly.

"I do not really care..." She blurted..

"Maya..." Olivia called to stop her but Maya ignored her.

"I still have not gotten a proper understanding of who you are and your

sudden introduction and interest in my friend's life. But she is the most

important person to me, and if she comes back a tad sad, I'll find you

and use you for decapitation purposes," She said.

'Decapitation purposes huh?'

Couldn't she just say she would decapitate me? Maybe she is not as

stony as she wants to be seen.'

"Fair!

She'll be back before 11." I said not breaking the eye contact she had

fixed on me.

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"I'm sorry for my friend's behavior earlier. She is not always like that"

Olivia said as I drove.

"It is expected. I'd probably act worse if I was in her shoes." I said and

she nodded.

"Uhm, just to be properly prepared. Garland and his wife will also be

present, right?" She asked.

I could sense that she wanted to ask that question nonchalantly but the

unresolved emotions in her wouldn't let that happen.

My fingers on the steering wheel tightened. I didn't like that his name

was still falling from her tongue.

He doesn't deserve it.

"Yes they will, but we will be together all through the night.

It's just for pictures for my parents to see. Whenever you feel

uncomfortable, do not hesitate to tell me" I explained.

I heard her exhale sharply and her hands clutched her purse tighter.

Without making it seem like a big deal, I clasped my free hand over hers.

I felt her body go completely rigid but she didn't pull back or say a word.

'I've got you Sugar"