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CHAPTER THREE

Olivia had learned over the years the fine art of delicate lie as she worked in the media business, but she guessed it was going to fail her today so she opted out for the truth. "He's an old friend of mine. We used to be very close before he left, and I didn't kiss him, I only pecked him on the cheek."

She seemed convincing enough so he let the matter die. But he was irritated all right. He had a long day and just wanted to ease himself, so he took out a packet of cigarette and put a stick into his mouth.
"When did you start smoking, Richard?" Olivia asked, surprised at what she saw.
He left her without saying a word. This wasn't happening. No. Each day her problems seemed to compound. With Aiden back, now her fiancé smokes. This was too much. Tomorrow was gonna be hectic and she needed a lot of rest, but she couldn't sleep with him on the same bed. He obviously had too much drink.

As she went to her room, she watched him as he staggered from the bathroom, to the bed and slumped on it without taking off his clothes. She took off her clothes, showered quickly and wore her nightie. Sparing him a glance, she shook her head and picked up her pillow and blanket, off to sleep on the couch. Bad night.

Waiting wasn't high on the list of things she enjoyed, Olivia admitted as she was forced to wait for the agency director. And waiting nearly an hour before coming face to face with none other than the big bad guy himself didn't help. Not that she hadn't met him before. She had. Just never quite like this. Face to face. And definitely not in his office alone. He was notoriously known for eating women alive.

The room suddenly seemed way too small; the air around her too thick and heavy with male dominant power. "Miss Bittner," he greeted her cordially as she rose from her seat and he stepped in front of her. "I believe you came with all the documents?"
Olivia's jaw tightened as she came to her feet. "Definitely Sir."

The meeting was brief. Back in her office, she sat behind the desk and flipped open the Washington Post Newspapers that was on her desk. The headline atop the far left of the column read, Trump pressures Justice Department to investigate 'Crooked Hillary,' While the headline over the far right column read, Newsroom Rankled By ‘Offensive’ Election Night Party Stunt. She saw a large photograph of people plucking napkins from a waitress body at the Washington Post Election Party. Looking at it intently, she laughed. It looked quite funny.

Her phone rang, without looking at the Caller's ID, she picked.
"Hello, Olivia Bittner."
"Aiden here. How are you doing?"
"Don't you ever give up?" she asked ignoring his question.
“Have lunch with me and you’ll find out why I don't.”
"Go to hell, Aiden."
He laughed at her and pulled out the big guns. “Unless you’re afraid.”
She didn’t retort, didn’t immediately negate the statement. Instead, she smiled and said, "It's lunch then."

Gosh. That was so smooth. He didn't believe she'd actually agreed to it. He was really enjoying this. Now he had to quickly clear his schedule and tell his business partners to go on with the meeting without him. Then he'd head to her office to pick her up. Smiling as he left his office, he gave his assistant instructions and headed out.

“I thought you are supposed to be busy today," Olivia said as she looked at him, he was looking absolutely exquisite. The angels must have dressed him because his attire was the closest thing to perfection Olivia had ever seen. His immaculate dark suit accentuated his tall, lean frame and his shirt was so white it was gleaming, but what drew her eyes was that his tie matched perfectly with his eyes. Black as midnight. No, not perfectly. Nothing could match his eyes, they made even the night seem dated.

“I am. Busy,” he clarified, his gaze avidly raking over her, as if he’d stumbled on a beautiful angel and couldn’t quite believe his luck. “I left my business partners in a conference room, who are, this very minute hashing out an important deal without me.”

His eyes caught hers and she fell into a long, sizzling miasma of delicious tension and awareness. "You shouldn't have bothered."
“I wanted to see you,” he said simply.
Her heart thumped once and settled back into a new rhythm. She wanted to see him too but couldn't admit that.

“Oh. Well, here I am. Now what?”
He extended his hand in invitation. “I haven’t been able to think about anything other than sitting on the park bench with you and watching the world go by. Come with me."

They strolled down the block and bought some snacks before heading down to the urban park across the street. Aiden indicated an unoccupied bench in the central area of the park, dappled by sunlight and perfectly situated to view the Woodlawn Lake which shimmered iridescent blue and green beneath the cloudless sky, its calming waters lapping gently at the bank beneath the blue sky.

People streamed to and fro, talking to each other, checking their phones and enjoying the scenery. Olivia opted to sit close, but not too close, to Aiden. They watched as people buzzed around. They saw a young couple engaged in a passionate kiss against the brick wall of the pavilion close to the gym center.

Looking at him, it was obvious he was thinking about kissing her, and she was pretty sure she wouldn’t utter one single peep in protest. His expression didn’t change but something unsettled flowed through the depths of his eyes, as if he was unsure of something.

Clearing his throat, he shifted and their knees nested together suggestively. Slowly, he reached out and traced the line of her jaw, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, watching her the entire time. "Maybe we could dance at Bertha Almaguer Dance Studio tomorrow evening?"

"Aiden..."
"Relax.”
His fingers slid through her hair, threading it until he’d reached the back of her neck. She was supposed to relax when he touched her like that? He made her nervous and weak.

Aiden stared hard and long at the grim set of her mouth and the sad look in her eyes. "Don't think about him, Liv."
A thousand nonverbal sentiments pinged between them, immobilizing her. She wasn’t right for him. He wasn’t right for her. She had someone else now, though he was behaving weird since his return.

She was scared. He got that. It squeezed his chest, and what was he supposed to do with that? After all, he was the one who left her. Trust didn't come that easy. She still loves him though, that he was sure of. And he was determined to prove to her that they could be together forever.

After a few minutes, they their ate snacks in silence. An elderly couple passed by and the sight was lovely, as they held hands together. Looking at them, Olivia was lost, wishing she could have the same love.
He tipped her chin up and drew her lips close, a hairbreadth from his, letting her get used to the idea before committing.
Her whole body stilled.
He wanted her on fire for him. He was going to tease her till she begged him. "Scared?” he murmured against her lips. “Wanna go back to work?" He was challenging her and she was going to prove to him that she could play too.
"How about we have that dance tomorrow and see if you've still got those charms," she chuckled as she winked at him and stood up. "Come on, we have to go back now," she added as she pulled him up.

They held hands as they strolled back to Olivia's office and she reveled in every moment of it. Aiden didn’t pause by his car, clearly intending to walk her all the way back inside.

Olivia opened the door to Woods Media and uttered a curse word. He followed her gaze to see her mother standing at the receptionist desk, who turned in time at the sound of the door. She dropped his hand without a comment. The heady feeling drained when she recognized her fiancée standing next to her mother. Okay, this didn't look good at all.

Richard glared at Aiden, fairly vibrating with animosity. "He an old friend, huh?"
"We will talk about this better in the office," Olivia said not wanting him to cause a scene in front of her fellow colleagues.
"Hello, I'm Aiden Smith. I believe you know that your dad and I are business partners. Olivia happens to be an old friend of mine and I'm glad we got to meet again after a very long time. Well, I'll be on my way. I hope we will get to talk some other time." Giving her a knowing look, Aiden smiled as he left.

"Mum what are you doing here?"
"I came to see you, then I saw Richard here. He was waiting for you too since the receptionist told us that you were out for lunch. Come, I need to discuss some things with you," her mother dragged her along, leaving Richard behind.
"It will just take a minute Richard," her mother said as she saw the expression on his face.

"What do you think you're doing, Liv"?
Heading to her seat, she ignored her mother's question, pretending to be interested in a file she had opened. Moving close to her, her mother swiveled her chair around to face her. "I hope you know what you are doing because I don't understand you anymore. You have a fiance, Liv, so stay away from Aiden."
"Advice appreciated mum. This discussion is over." She stood up and left the office leaving her mother to wonder what had gotten into her.

Richard was discussing with his father when she went to meet him. "I'm giving you a week off, Olivia. You need to spend more time with your husband to be," her boss announced to her as he smiled and left her to face his son.

Her phone rang.
Snatching it out from her hands, he looked at the caller's ID and smiled as he realized it was Aiden. "He's just an old friend or a lover?"
She didn't reply immediately.
"I'm talking to you dammit! Or are you too guilty to respond?"
The phone rang again and he picked it up. "Stop chasing Olivia, we are getting married soon and you are not welcomed in our lives. Go find yours, scumbag."

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