Chapter 3 3

Kyle returned thirty minutes later with a well-stocked file which he handed to her.

_ Here you will have all the information you want about this girl.

-I prefer that you give them to me yourself, Justin replied before pouring two glasses of whiskey.

_So her name is Olivia Fierlaha Touré. She comes from a country in West Africa called the Ivory Coast, precisely in the north of the country. She is twenty-four years old and studied accounting. She lived with her aunt Monique who kicked her out because she suspected her of having an extramarital affair with her husband. So she

found herself on the street and then taken in by her friend, a Mexican woman named Roxana Gonzalez, they have been living together for two years. She has all her papers and has no problems with the law. That's all I could get about her, other than that she seems to have no social life, no hobbies or pastimes, what I learned is that she is a withdrawn young girl whose only company is books.

-Thank you Kyle, you are very efficient as always.

Kyle smiled before taking a sip of the contents of his glass. Justin retrieved the file which he carefully kept in a drawer.

-Is everything ready? he asked Kyle.

-Of course they are only waiting for you, replied He, getting up.

- Then let's go.

all the employees of the establishment were already there .

As usual, Mrs. Jackson launched into a long monologue before announcing the one they were all waiting for, that is to say the famous Justin Hamilton. It wasn't long before he showed up dressed in an impeccable suit. He faced the employees with a serious expression without any visible emotion on his face. Olivia when she put her hand to her mouth as the effect of surprise had immobilized her.

-Oh my God, she stammered.

As if fate was working against her, the stranger or earlier the new owner of the hotel she had met just a few hours ago had just fixed his gaze in her

direction before looking into hers. Olivia closed her eyes before slipping away.

Justin listened with one ear to the manager's monologue, unable to wait another minute he rushed off in search of the young woman.

Olivia had reached the locker room to catch her breath. She could never imagine that the stranger she had just met and who had disturbed her was in reality her new boss. She took a deep breath before heading back to join the other employees. But when she turned around she hit something hard, or rather a massive chest. She looked up and saw Justin with an impassive look. He was a good two heads taller than him. She moved backwards

, he continued to stare at her as if he wanted to read her or glimpse her soul.

Justin took the necessary time to observe it better, he had not had the opportunity to do so a few hours earlier. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her cheeks had two magnificent dimples when she spoke or when she smiled. She had short hair and dark skin. What intrigued her a lot was the color of her eyes, blue eyes, she had generous shapes. The young woman's breathing was ragged, which served to annoy him; he couldn't accept that she was expressing a repulsive reaction towards him.

He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes for a moment before putting his hands in his pockets, he couldn't control the flow of desire that burned his loins and this irresistible urge to kiss her. Was it possible to feel such an attraction to someone you had just met? Justin didn't have the answer, he was one of those who didn't believe in love or love at first sight.

_Why did you leave the ceremony? he asked in a voice that he wanted to be soft.

-I came to get some fresh air, I was planning to go back, she replied in a whisper.

-What is your name? he asked again even though he knew the answer.

-I think you already know that since I entered your suite without permission.

-Indeed I already know that but I wanted to hear you say it, it makes a little

difference.

-Olivia, she replied weakly, Olivia Touré.

Justin removed his hands from his pocket and moved closer to her, a little too close.

She looked down but he lifted her chin so that she could look at him. He looked into hers to gaze into her eyes.

- Your eyes..... He whispered.

She looked away, a little embarrassed by this proximity. Olivia saw herself as a monster with her eyes. In her country it was rare or almost impossible to see a person with this color of eyes, most men have dark eyes, she never understood why she had different eyes from others. She had to endure the contemptuous looks of others and even certain members of her family. Fortunately his father was always by his side.

-They have nothing in my eyes, she replied in a hoarse voice.

She tried to free herself from his embrace. Not wanting to rush her, Justin had to

make every effort in the world to loosen this embrace. He could see fear, sadness and shame in those eyes. Maybe the color of his eyes was a problem for him, he didn't see any problem with it, he found them beautiful. God, he was going crazy he thought. This young woman had something mysterious and attractive about her that pushed him to get closer to her. He then promised himself that he would do everything to discover this special thing that was driving him crazy even though he had just met her.

She had managed to free herself from his grip and walked away, leaving him alone to his thoughts. He decided to stop this ceremony which had lasted to his liking. He needed to regain his calm in his new apartment.

Olivia's heart was pounding hard against her temples. This man was playing

to test his nerves. Barely a few hours since she had just met him and already he was driving her completely crazy. She found the entrance hall determined not to spend another minute in this place. MadameJackson was certainly going to kill him, but come what may. She started towards the exit.

-My God, Olivia where have you been? Roxy asked in a worried voice. I looked for you everywhere.

- I'm going home, we'll see you there, she replied.

-You're going to have problems with Frozen if you leave without permission. Roxy warns her.

-She won't risk getting any if she leaves with me. A voice appeared that she had preferred to forget for today.