Confessions and Olivia (Olivia #2) (28 page)

I gasp putting my hand up to my mouth, turning away from Calvin's distraught glare.

He did that when he was meant to be in my company?

The cold slice of Georgia’s laugh down the phone cuts me in two.

“I’m going to let Mauricio know how Calvin took advance of his poor little Olivia. Even in his own home. When I’m done he will know all about who did his over clubs, who lost him millions of pounds worth of drugs, including the one's Ashton laced. I will tell him all about how Calvin has succeeded in getting into Mauricio’s head and bringing down his family. Oh, and the best part of all this, even though I won’t get to his miserable face when his men tell him, is how he will he react when he realizes the beautiful, classy, young women he slept with in his New York penthouse was me, all along. How else would his cell get bugged? You’re all fools. And don’t worry about coming after me Ashton, because I will already be dead.”

The blood rushes from my face
as I let the phone slip out of my hand. I stand paralyzed. Only vaguely registering Ashton’s cell crashing to the floor.

Calvin did those things to Mauricio when he was meant to be with me? He did it literally behind my back, on the same night I told him I loved him. And Mauricio slept with Georgia? No.  No way. He would do that to my mom? And Calvin knew about it the whole time and didn’t think to tell me? And now she's killed herself because she can't have Calvin?

My mind is numb. I loosely hear Calvin call my name but I don’t listen. My head is spinning. I have Georgia's voice echoing in my ears. My chest is tight. I can’t seem to breathe properly.

Calvin is walking towards me
and I finally come back to life. “Olivia, I told you not to listen to that. I knew you would react like this.”

I push him away fro
m me and point to him callously. “You knew what I would hear that’s why!” I glare at him accusing and felling deceived. “You did those things in my house when I was there? How could you?” I’m aware that my words are coming out in different pitches and it's because of the lack of air my lungs seem to be missing.

“I don’t see how it makes a difference,” he acts with coolness but I can sense traces of uneasiness. “You now know what we were doing, does it matter if I was with you or not?”

“Does it matter?” I draw in a sharp breath of distress, “It matters to me Calvin. And that’s not all, you knew Mauricio slept with someone, with Georgia, behind my mom’s back and you said nothing?”

He tips his
head back on a frustrated growl. “She wasn’t the only one he’d slept with Olivia, men like him do it all the fucking time.”

I take a step back at his nonchalance. My eyes narrow upset by his offending remark. Does he not think it hurts to hear Mauricio has been unfaithful to my mom?

“Fuck you.” I stab my words at him and turn on my heel heading for the exit. Calvin pulls me back by my arm getting to me face him. “Olivia, wait, I’m sorry. It didn’t mean to come out like that. You must believe me when I say this, I didn’t tell Georgia to sleep with him. I didn’t even know she did until she told me about bugging his cell.”

“He's right ya know,” Ashton jumps to Calvin’s defense. I look past Calvin and t
hrow him a daring look making him push up his palms backing down.

I rip my elbow from Calvin's firm grasp. Does he think I'm stupid? “That’s why you didn’t tell me how she did it. I asked you
in your apartment how she got his cell and you told me I didn’t need to know.”

His facial expressions soften as he assesses how be
trayed I feel. He shoulders sag. “I wanted to protect you.”

“Bull shit,” I snort, “I told you that there had to be no more secrets Calvin you promised me.”

He's too quick to explain himself. “I wasn’t keeping it from you. It was just something you didn’t need to know.”

I
tilt my head back in amazement. “So how many other things do I not need to know? Is this how it’s going to be from now on? I keep finding things out about the person I love after he numerously promises me no more lies?”

I hear Calvin's deep sigh as he walks towards me with caution. I keep my arms wrapped around myself so he takes my head between his palms instead.

“It won’t be like this anymore, you know everything now. I’m sorry to have kept that from you and believe me, I only did it to protect you. To protect your precious mind from all this shit. I hate that there is always something that is trying to keep us apart. I knew from day one we were fighting against the odds to be together, but I will continue fighting everything that storms our way to make sure nothing will break us. Do you understand?”

I stand for a second debating his words. Maybe he was protecting me but I don’t want to be kept in the dark.

“You should have told me. Especially about Georgia, my mom has the right to know her husband is a cheat as well as a murderer.”

He nods finally getting it.
“I should have told you your right. I’m sorry. Please don’t let her get to you.”

“Well, she’s gone now isn’t she?” I’m aware that seemed cold but I didn’t mean
it to be.

Calvin eyes flicker almost, taking in what has happened to her, seeming tormented for a brief second but he reign's it in for my sake, it would seem. “Yes. She is. And she only has herself to blame.”

I unfold my arms, letting him take me into his. I rest my head on his shoulder deflating, and spot Ashton tactically slipping into the bathroom to give us space.

"It’s such a mess Calvin
. Where do we go from here?" I try my hardest not to cry but I fail miserably.

His fingers stroke my hair deft
ly, holding my head against him. "We go forward. Now shh, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you Okay, ever. We’ll get out of here tonight. We will go where ever you want too. You wana go someplace nice?"

I pull away from him
pushing my hair out of my face feeling jaded. "And go where? Where is there to go? I don’t want to run no more. I don’t want to hide from that asshole who took everything away from you. I won’t let him take everything away from me to. What gives him the right to ruin our lives? I just want to go home.”

He eye's sag i
nto a desperate sorrowful state. “I know baby, but we can’t. Not yet.”

I break down falling into Calvin’s arms feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted. Really, I knew that. I know we can’t go home. I know we are being hunted. I know we have to keep on the move but for how long? Forever?

Calvin hitches me up and cradles me into his arms, walking over to the bed. He sits with me laying in his lap.

***

I lay on the itchy motel bed in silence, trying to listen to Calvin and Ashton’s conversation. I can’t hear much due to the damned rain.

They’ve have been speaking outside the room for about thirty minutes. I know they’re planning something and I’m too exhausted to ask what. I just want everything to be back to normal. Why did all this have to happen? How could I be so stupid? I should have made my mom come with me, forced her! I never should have left her there with him. I shouldn’t have taken no for her last answer. I can’t stay hidden with Calvin and Ashton not knowing anything about my mom or Sophia. I know as soon as Elise is home from her honeymoon she will get dragged into this and I wish there was a way of telling her to stay in Egypt but how can I ruin her bliss?

I suddenly feel an overwhelming panic attack coming on. I need to get to my mom, why am I just sat here? I race up off the bed, grab the first pair
of car keys I set my eyes upon, resting on Ashton’s empty grocery bag and scramble for the door. I run past Calvin and Ashton, ignoring there stunned reactions.

"Olivia
, where the hell are you going?" Calvin roars chasing behind me.

The rains
is still falling. It pelts down hard onto my body as the clouds form a dark black sheet over the sky but this won’t stop me.

I’m trying to find his
parked car rushing with overwhelming panic. My shoes are splashing and getting caught in the huge puddles that have formed in the uneven road of the lot, slowing me down. It causes a breathless Calvin to catch up to me. He brings his arms around my waist to get a firm hold of me but I wriggle free. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" he shouts in a panicked state. I don’t look at him. I push him out of my way looking through the cars. Where the hell is Calvin’s car?

"I need to go home. I need to get my mom, she’s not safe with him. Where’s the car?" Calvin rushes in front of me grabbing me by my shoulders, stopping me from moving. I try to break free but his grip tight
ens making me fight against him. "Let me go," I scream over the rain. "I need to get home why won’t you let me go?"

"
Olivia, stop fighting me and calm down,”

I continue to resist his pleas and fight,
slapping his hands out of my way. “How can I calm down when I don’t know what's happening to my mom? How can I calm down when I can’t go home?”

“I’ll take you home, I’ll take you. Just calm down." His voice is soft and promising and I suddenly realize I need to stop fighting the one person that is trying his best for me right now and be on his side. The one person I can trust with my whole life and I'm fighting him. Calvin would do anything for me. I can’t push him away. But I'm at a loss.

I give up fighting and deflate. I wrap my arms around his neck and give in.

"I’m sorry
. I just want to go see my mom.” It's killing me all this unknown.

“Baby
, look at me." He takes my head firmly into his hands and tilts it so I’m looking up at him. I watch his soft loving blue eyes while he speaks tenderly. "I’ll take you to you mom, we’ll get her safe. I’ll do anything you want me to just don’t fight me, I need you." He pleads with me in complete trepidation. He looks as vulnerable as ever but his words are the consolation I need.

I lean up on my tiptoes, place my hands on his face and pull him into me. There I kiss him, and
kiss him with everything I have. Pouring every ounce of my appreciation, my love and passion that I have for this man out and giving it to him. With everything that he is doing for me I want to show him that I do appreciate him entirely. I just want our lives to be normal, but it’s far from normal. It’s miles away from perfect, but if I have Calvin, it’s almost there.

Diverting me from my thoughts, Calvin lifts me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist, pressing my backside into a parked vacant car. I caress his face, seeking his lips with mine.
I kiss him fervently, circling his mouth with my tongue deliciously rough. I feel the vibration of a groan escape his throat igniting the burning desire inside of me. With everything that’s going on in my head, it doesn’t dampen the reality of how much I desire him.

The rain's coming down, I'm pushed against a vacant car in a deserted car park and all that is going through my mi
nd is how much I yearn for him. Even in the midst of everything, aren’t we allowed to get lost in one another?

Calvin pull
s away from my lips, breathless. “Olivia, let me take you some place nice. You’re soaking.” He sets me down on the ground. I push my lips back into his greedily, ignoring what he’s just proposed.

“Here’s fine.” I murmur
against his lips and begin to unzip his jeans. Calvin pulls away again, by this time, I look back at him and pout frustrated.

“Here is not fine. If I’m going to make love to my girlfriend it’s isn’t going to be pushed against a car door. What do you take me for?” He kisses me on the tip of my nose to soften the blow.

“That didn’t stop you before.” I sulk, feeling a little rejected.

He smirks at my
grumpiness pulling me into him. “That’s because it was different, now, you’re fully mine, and I’m not treating you like ‘some girl’ I’m sleeping with. You’re my girlfriend who I love, and I want to treat you the right way.” That’s so unbelievably heart-warming. I know he hasn’t done this before, the whole girlfriend thing and has also ‘used and loosed’ but the way he is with me, is special. I love that I’m the only one that he’s ever called a girlfriend and I love that he wants to take care of
me.
I’m the only one he wants to protect and the only one he’s ever been in love with.
Jesus, I’m a lucky damn girl.

He takes hold of my hand and runs under the nearby shelter out of the rain. I push my wet hair out of my face and pull his delectable presence into me and answer his previous statement.

“If it makes you feel better, you make me feel special everyday Calvin, just by being you. And honestly, I wouldn’t have thought any less of you for having sex with me against that car,” A car that I have no idea who it belongs to. “I’m quite disappointed actually.” I pout.

He grins devilishly handsome, and kisses my pouted lips. “You have no idea how much
I want to take you against that car Olivia, but I have to grin and bear it, so will you.”

I don’t want to grin and bear it, I
want my fill of Calvin. I try to persuade him by running my index finger up his chest in a flirty manner. “Are you sure you don’t want to play games?”

His eyes light up a little humorous from the familiarity of the words. He said then to me once at his grans house. I splay my hand out onto
his sodden jumper to touch his impeccably chest and with my other hand I smooth it between his legs, rubbing my palm against his durable rock hard length, causing an evident high voltage shooting sensation to rush through my entire body. Just by touch alone. “Because your body’s telling me you do.” I copy his words to his utmost delight.
I think I’ve swayed him.