Her Billionaire CEO's Love Languages

OLIVIA'S POV

Looking through my window, I could tell that the sun was not too intense and neither were

the clouds gloomy. It was just perfect!

The wind that blew in didn't aim to throw me off balance and had instead sent a smooth

caress across my skin. One that even my boyfriend has not been able to give me for a

while... a good while.

I swallowed back the ball of emotion that was threatening to build up in my throat.

Today is a Saturday. Saturdays spell freedom, and for me, they majorly spell rest, and I was

not going to let anything disturb me from having that rest ... not even the thoughts of my

boyfriend.

With a sigh, I walked up to my bed and slid under the covers. At least I had the giant teddy

bear that Garland - my boyfriend - had bought for me in our very first year together, to

console and cuddle me somewhat.

I had barely closed my eyes for three seconds when the sound of my phone ringing broke

the quiet in my apartment. My fingers hunted it immediately as I felt around the bed for it.

'Of course, it can only be you!' I thought with a smile as I looked at my screen and saw my

best friend's name boldly splattered on it, with an abundance of heart-shaped emojis -which

she had insisted on - surrounding it.

"Good day ladybug. To what do I owe this rather pleasant call" I said, my voice rising a notch

at the word 'pleasant!'.

There was a pause for a second and I thought she had not heard me.

"You sound like you are still on your bed Olly. I swear I'll kill you if I find out you are not

dressed yet," Maya said, and I could practically see the sneer that must have lifted her upper

lip.

She knows me. Even though she wasn't anywhere close to me, she could tell exactly what I

was up to.

But...I could hear the seriousness in her voice and I knew what that meant.

'There is something I'm supposed to do...something I had promised her to do that I wasn't

doing currently!' I thought as I tried to search the archives of my brain at record speed for

what this 'something' could be.

At the last millisecond, my brain picked up on a conversation I had last night with her.

I had been so tired and just wanted to sleep that I had agreed to whatever her proposal was.

Her boyfriend had bailed out on going with her to a wedding her mother had forced her to

attend. She had asked me to go with her as her plus one even though she knew her mother

would give her an ear full about it. She just did not want to go to a wedding she was being

forced to attend, especially without someone she was at ease with.

"The heck! I'll be done in thirty minutes!" I said and I immediately hung up on her before she

could rant. Her rantings would come later. Time was far gone and I had not planned for this.

A very scattered room, the heel of a broken shoe, and a silky purple gown later, I was ready

to go with Maya to the wedding.

As much as I loved staying in my room so much -like very much - I love Maya more and I'd

do almost everything for her.

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As we walked into the church, we tried to look for a free bench where we could settle our

ass** and a little boy suddenly ran loose from the other pew and poured the contents of his

juice box on my dress.

"Shit!" I cursed quietly.

"Oh damn!" Maya said.

Maya wanted to follow me out to have it cleaned but her mother could think she was trying to

ditch this part of the program and come up with something more scheming to plague her.

"I got this," I said to her before I turned and did a small run out from the church as I ignored

the pitiful and uninterruptible stares of some persons in the congregation.

There was still a patch on my dress a few minutes after some good scrubs but I decided to

go into the church like that before Maya got worried about my whereabouts.

Immediately, I entered through the door; everyone in the congregation was clapping as they

were standing.

The bride and groom were smiling cheerily at each other and the groom held the bride's

neck for a kiss that had him dipping her and had her snuggling closer into him.

'So sweet!'

But when they turned to face the congregation properly, my heart sank to the sole of my

shoes.

The groom was awfully familiar...unsettlingly recognizable.

My legs dragged me forward because it appeared I was seeing illusions.

'Or have I been thinking so much about Garland that I am beginning to see his face on the

face of other males...on the face of the groom?'

The applause and cheers were beginning to diminish, and my ash-filled mouth worked its

way till it was able to let out words.

"Garland?" I questioned, my eyes prickly with tears that were on the verge of being shed.

My legs and the torrent of emotions I was feeling had carried me close to the altar.

'Probably my Garland has a lost twin no one knows of. But...'

The smile on his face was gone, his jaw was tense and I could surprise laced in those foggy

eyes I have come to adore.

The bride looked at the groom. "Do you know her, Garland?" She asked.

'Is it possible this lost twin's name is also Garland?' I thought.

His Adam's apple bobbed before he opened his mouth and his voice could not be mistaken.

"No...not at all my love. I have never seen her in my life!"

Everywhere suddenly became too bright, my head felt too heavy for my body, and I nearly

toppled backward, but a steady hand wrapped around my waist, causing my unexpectedly

chilled skin to relish in a bit of warmth.

My teary eyes travelled from a veiny hand to a beautiful face, and he looked a little familiar. I

could not think much of who this person was because I turned and buried my face into his

chest.

I cried, my lips too scared of the reality behind me to utter a word.

Nonetheless, I was soaking this stranger's shirt with reckless abandon, letting his leather and

fougere scent take me from the scene behind that was stabbed into my heart

JAREK'S POV

I should be outside her building - guessing what she is doing, patiently waiting for her to

grace me with her presence by hoping she has to go grocery shopping or anything at all.

But instead, I was in a goddamn wedding as one of the representatives for a colleague's

wedding.

'A colleague?' A voice questioned within me and I almost smirked.

I do not consider Garland First as a colleague...never have....never will.

I was only working in the same Engineering organization he works at because I was not

ready for the world to know that I was the 'unknown CEO' running the affairs of The Stark

Conglomerates.

The mystery of my existence is still one of the charms that has magnet-ed the world to my

family's empire.

I love the privacy of my life - a great deal - and I do not plan on making myself known

anytime soon.

Even though my face was stoic, there was a particular emotion warring beneath the layers of

my black suit.

It was Grave Indignation.

Angry because after today, Olivia will get to know that her 'supposed boyfriend' is a

douchebag and that he has never deserved her.

Hell!! Even the world doesn't deserve her and that is why I have chosen to remain in the

shadows of her life all this while.

There was no doubt that my inner shadows would corrupt her radiance.

I had wanted to take Garland far away from her but anytime I remember how happy she is

with him, the words she had said about her life with Garland, I refrain and choose to merely

surround her...from the sidelines. Ensuring her safety and making her happy... being a

guardian demon rather than an angel.

A guardian angel would not have the kind of wild imagination and thoughts that I have

toward her. They weren't all roses and sunshine....far from it.

On Saturdays, she is always in her house, and I was not expecting to see her here. I was not

expecting her to find out about Garland this way.

"No...not at all my love. I have never seen her in my life, " Garland spat, and the shock from

his words had Olivia almost falling back.

I was one of those in the front row, and immediately, I reached out to her.

When our eyes met, the cloud of tears in her eyes broke the last thread of humanity I had

toward Garland First. Now, he has permitted me to serve him all my piled-up hatred of three

years.

'He made her cry... I'll watch him drown. Drown in every single thing he thinks upholds him.

Even the heavens will turn away at the sight of him.'

My hand around her waist tightened as I shot fiery glares at the people staring and at the

cameramen looking for the best angle at which they could snap her.

I never thought our first physical contact would be this way but I took hidden delight at the

pleasure of having her in my arm and of the daisy scent that permeated my nostrils from her.

'Divine!'

This savoring did not last long because her best friend looked at me apologetically before

she took her hand and pulled her away from me.

"I always knew you were a scum! Fuc* you Garland!" Her best friend exclaimed with disdain

and the women in the congregation gasped.

She turned around and pulled both of them out of the church.

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I was outside her building in my nondescript SUV. I could not make the solid move I wanted

to make on Garland at the moment because he was surrounded.

He had made sure to get married into a powerful and wealthy family - The Cavendishes!

But that didn't mean much. The Starks still towered...

Her friend had left sometime during the day and had not returned and I doubt she was going

to. It was 8 pm already.

I was planning on going back to my condo when I saw Olivia. She was dressed in a short

skirt, a brown crop top, a leather jacket, and a pair of knee-length boots.

'Where is she going?' I thought sharply.

She had let her hair down, hidden her eyes under feminine, dark shades, and smuggled her

lips red. She looked breathtakingly hot but...

I knew that wasn't really Olivia. There was just something different about the person that had

exited the gate. She wasn't the same lovely girl that had broken the world's record by

speaking befitting - ly harshly to me in that elevator. The same girl that had enchanted me

from that singular incident till forever.

A cab passed by and she waved at it. She got in and they drove off.

I trailed after the cab at an unnoticeable distance till she led me to a clubhouse.

'What is going on in your head Daisy?' I thought as I watched her exit the cab and saunter

inside the clubhouse. I watched the eyes of the supposedly professional bouncers follow

after her*, causing something green and hot to flow into my system.

I could not stay still when I knew men worse than the bouncers would be inside and would

be clamoring for her attention tonight. I wore a baseball hat over my head and I wore it so

low it covered my eyebrows.

'Perfect!'

When I got in, blue, purple, and red lights danced above my head, but I pushed through the

throng of sweaty bodies and horrible laughter to look for her.

My calculation gathered that she would be in a corner, sipping alcohol and being quieter than

she normally is. But for the rarest of times, my calculation was wrong.

Instead, she was on the dance floor, eyeglasses off and tucked in her purse and her hands

on her body.

I gulped. It was as if the people around had intentionally reserved that space on the dance

floor for her.

No one was dancing with her but she was attracting the eyes of many around.

A sultry look glided across her facial features and I could see the dark drag around the rim of

her eyes properly.

Her hands didn't linger on any part of her body but they found their way to her hair, to the

cup of her breasts, around her waist..

Gradually her slender fingers peeled the leather jacket off and allowed it to

slowly...painstakingly...slide off her arms.

I'm aware of how many people I have killed but right now, I was beginning to feel that by the

end of the night, I would lose count.

Bodies without eyes deserve to drop because I am going to groove out their eyes.

'F**k Daisy!'

OLIVIA'S POV

I had to plead with Maya because I wanted to stay alone. After all, it

seemed my life was wired for me to end up alone.

It could be that there is something about me that doesn't sit well, that is

not meant to enjoy the little and huge joys of life.

I had not grown up in a normal family and I had no idea what parental

love should look like. My best friend from high school had betrayed me

when I was still a teenager.

The only sunshine years of my life were from birth till when I turned

seven but things have gone downhill from there.

My life is a mess.

Even though she didn't want to, Maya had to leave. Her mother was

blowing up her phone, especially with her small performance at the

church.

One thing I could agree on was that Maya and I both have Mommy

Issues.

The tears that were able to slip through my eyes seemed like they had

no plans of ever stopping, and when there was no more can of alcohol in

my freezer, I decided to stop being the overly prudent, deliberate, and

strategic girl that the world has tossed over the years.

In a bid to feel something different...different from what I was feeling, I

decided to go out to one of those clubs I had frowned upon whenever I

saw people thronging there.

'Life is supposed to be lived properly and carefully.

It only comes once, and there is no prototype in case one messes with

the original, ' I used to say.

But tonight, I am going to be one of 'those people.'

When I was satisfied with the look I had thrown on, I got a cab that took

me to the clubhouse.

A waiter was passing by as I was heading for the dance floor - it was the

first thing on my mind - and

I staged him before picking every single shot on his tray and pouring

them to the back of my throat.

They tasted horrible, and if 'ugly' had a taste, it would definitely be

whatever aftertaste the drinks left in my mouth, but despite all, I still felt

numb.

Numb in my heart and numb in my mind.

I swayed to the music and enjoyed the freedom that accompanied the

drinks I had just poured into my system. I felt like a child...I felt good.

Soon, someone came from behind me and began to dance behind me. I

felt a sweaty arm slither around me but I was too heady to care. I smiled

at the bald man with a balbo beard before I placed my hand around his

neck.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He shouted above the blaring music.

I did not need an interpreter to inform me about the inference of his

words. It was a clear invitation to get either greatly fu**ed - if he knew his

game well - or poorly offloaded with greasy sperm.

And it won't be in a nice scented room or a clean environment. It would

be in a poorly lit area with close to a nasty smell emanating from a

source close by.

But I was too in my feelings to care.

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

He took my hand and led me out from the dance floor. I almost tripped

twice, but he made sure to save me from falling on my face those two

times.

My leather jacket was off somewhere and when we were a distance into

a hallway, he slammed my back to the wall. I winced in pain but he didn't

care. I also didn't care. Bodily pain was preferable to the pain of

self-loathing myself.

I tried to think positively of my existence but nothing added up. Nothing

was encouraging...absolutely nothing!!!

"I'm going to wreck that pu**y of yours baby.

I can't imagine my luck and I know you can't imagine yours also. I've got

a package for you," He said, and I heard the unbuckling of his belt.

'Belt? Is the package his d*ck?

What if he has STIs? He looks like one of those men who randomly

picks up ladies without knowing a thing about them?!'

Suddenly my brain tried to function.

I wanted to feel something different but I did not want to leave here

different.

"No. I want to...need to use the restroom. I've got to go" I said as I tried

to stagger away. He pulled me back and yet again, he had my back

slammed on the wall.

'The f**ker!'

"You are going to hold that pee in and take my di*k like the pretty slut

you are bi**h. Till then you are stuck here!" He said and an insane giggle

ran out from his lips.

He pulled his pants down and tried to get his hands on my chest.

"St...stop it!" I warned.

The sound of a slap resonated in the hallway and sobered me up a tad

but it was still not enough. I was certain that the imprints of his fingers

were clear on my face.

I had been fleeing from the fire only to end up in hell.

'Oh no, Lord. If you save me just this once, I promise never to come out

of my apartment for the rest of my miserable life. Please, just this once,' I

prayed within myself.

I had no idea what I was doing but I had no choice.

A hand yanked the brutal man off me and like dead weight, I fell to the

floor.

My vision was blurry, but I could make out the form of three men,

excluding the man who I had almost had sex with.

I could hear 'crunch' sounds - the sound of blows being dealt to

someone. I could hear grunts and I could hear desperate pleas.

But it seemed like more pleas meant more hits.

"Take him. You know where.

Wait till you get my call" A recognizable voice said.

"Yes, Sir, " Two men said in unison.

I heard the soft sounds of feet drawing closer to me and some aware

seconds later, the presence of someone lowering before me.

My senses did not wait to make out who this person was before I was

pulled rather than lulled into a world of my night terrors.