Chapter 5 The Dinner Night

I knew I had given myself easily to Oliver after some kisses, but what I didn't know nor expect was for him to ignore me for three good days. He would come to work, assign duties, go to his office, and lock his door. He wouldn't talk to me nor ask about my presence. Instead, he stayed in his office till work hours were over.

On the third day, he stood by my door for what felt like forever before I knew he was there. I gasped on seeing him standing so still.

"Jeez, you startled me. How long have you been standing there?"

"Not so long," Oliver replied, just as he cleared his throat. "How are you?" he continued.

"Oh, now you can ask how I am? After ignoring me all this time."

"C'mon, get over it. We just had sex; we aren't a couple. There's nothing much to it."

"Oh, I see. So why are you here then, if there's nothing to it?"

"I'm inviting you to dinner with my family. It's an exclusive dinner, and everyone will be with their significant other. As it stands, you're the closest to that."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested."

"Fine, I'll leave with you all you'll be needing as a female to get ready for dinner tonight." Oliver said, dropping a bag on the table.

"I said I'm not interested."

"Okay, but first, you've got to check out what's in there, then we can discuss how interested you'll be." He urged on.

I took the bag, then took out the items inside, which included a bright red gown, a new pair of heels, alongside a gold-plated necklace.

"Thank you for this." I appreciated it while I beamed a smile at him.

"You're welcome. The time is 7 pm; you'll receive the address after work hours today." Oliver said before he left the doorpost for his own.

I heaved a sigh, then kept the bag at the foot of the table. I went back to work, willing myself to finish up whatever I had on my table without trying to think about why Oliver wanted me to be his significant other without openly saying so, or at least without requesting nicely.

When it was fifteen minutes to the hour of seven, I was already done dressing. I sat at the edge of my bed, then ran a red lip gloss across the length of my lips. I smacked them together before I walked up to the front of the mirror just to check how fitted the red gown was.

"What's the occasion?" Mum asked, just before she had her seat at the edge of the bed.

"My boss invited me over for dinner with his family."

"The grumpy one?"

"Yes, ma," I affirmed.

"Are you sure about that? You know how much you complained about him on your first day at work. I mean, if he's going to cause some form of stress, you had better not go."

Little did Mum know that whatever stress I was going through with Oliver was worth it at the moment. Even though I was still mad at him for ignoring me, I couldn't help but think so much about him.

"Mum, don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm sure his family won't allow him to do anything stupid."

"Just be safe out there. Your sister was here earlier today."

"Half-sister, Mum, what did she want? Hope she didn't cause any trouble?"

"Not at all. Surprisingly, she wanted to see you."

"See me? Well, that's new. I'll give her a call tomorrow."

"Mum, I have to be on my way now. I'm already running late," I added while pecking Mum on the cheeks.

"Don't be late!" Mum called out just before I left the house.

I got to the address Oliver had sent to me just in time. Oliver was nowhere to be found.

"Oh, here comes Rachel. I'm glad you could make it," Mr. Alexander greeted me with his hands stretched forth at me.

I gently shook it. "Come on in, Oliver should be here any moment from now, but come join us in the dining room." Mr. Alexander urged me on.

I got to the dining room, greeted Oliver's mom, then had a little discussion with her before I pulled out one of the seats and sat down.

Moments later, Marcus walked in with his significant other, followed by Oliver, who wore a gray shirt. His abdominal muscles flexed out from behind his cloth, leaving me breathless as I imagined him holding me over the dining table.

"So, what has working as Oliver's secretary been like?" Marcus asked at meals.

I glanced at Marcus, then at Oliver, who was more focused on tearing apart his chicken.

"Well, it has been quite productive. Even though the work came with its own challenges, I have been able to adapt to the days I worked."

"Instead of trying to adapt, why not quit? I mean, I don't think you actually have what it takes to work here."

"That's enough!" Mr. Alexander thundered.

"But, Dad, lowlifes like this shouldn't be given the privilege to work for us."

"Don't you dare call my secretary a lowlife on my watch?"

"Or what!" Marcus returned.

"C'mon now, boys. You are all embarrassing yourselves." Oliver's mom said.

"I'd like to use the restroom," I said after a brief period of awkwardness.

"Come here," Oliver responded while he led the way upstairs.

"Look, I know you didn't want to be here, sorry you had to see the crazy part of my brother today."

"It's fine, really. I'll use the restroom now." I said while I found my way in.

Just before I closed the door behind me, Oliver held it and walked in.

"What's wrong..." I asked midway before Oliver's lips encircled mine with his hands, lifting me up for a moment.

We kissed until my lips began to feel sore.

"C'mon, baby, I've missed this pussy." Oliver muttered against his breath before yanking off my panties.

He inhaled them once more before he dug his head into my pussy.

"Someone's at the door." I said, pushing Oliver's head away.

"What?"

"Someone's at the door," I repeated, pointing to the door.

"Oh, yeah!" Oliver repeated before he began to caress my boobs.

"I'm coming!" I yelled out towards the door while I struggled to keep my sanity from what Oliver was doing with his tongue.