Chapter 12

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Oliver

I'm sweaty, still a bit irritated and tired. Now of all things my mother has decided to make a surprise visit, which I in no way am interested in having with her. I look at Abby and shake my head as she stands and starts to nudge me out of the room. Pushing on my sweaty chest she gets me part way to the door. But I'm faster than she thinks. I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight. I'm not going out there not without her.

"Go Oliver! It's your mother." Abby encourages in a whisper for me to leave. I lean in and kiss her softly.

"Not without you." I tell her with an evil glint in my eyes. I'm not facing my mother alone.

"Oliver! I know you're here! Don't tell me you're still in bed, young man." Grace yells up the stairs. Christ she just doesn't give up! She's like a damn dog with a bone.

"If you don't get out there, she's going to come get you." Abby informs me. I just frown at her for a moment, then look back at the door before I realize that Abby is right. My mother will come get me if I don't go down. "Come with me."

"Oh no. She definitely doesn't want me. She's calling for you. Besides I have work to do. I wouldn't want my boss upset at me for slacking on my first day." Abby grins and starts back towards the computer.

"No, we wouldn't. Which is why your boss is ordering you to attend this meeting with him." I won! Ha! Abby glared at me but I knew I got her to come with me. I took her hand and led her down the stairs.

"This isn't a good idea. It's only going to piss her off." She growls at me and I laugh.

I like this side of Abby it's fun, she's not afraid of arguing with me.Β  Some girls just go along with whatever I say because it's me even if they really don't want to do it. Not Abby she fights back which is part of the reason I like her. She has her own opinions, her own ideas and isn't afraid to voice them to me. She's not afraid to tell me I'm wrong or walk away. She's strong and independent, which definitely keeps me on my toes and interested. As long as she doesn't walk away. I don't want that.

"She doesn't like me, Oliver!" Abby reminds me.

"Even better, she'll leave faster." I smile and pull her behind me down the rest of the stairs. "Mother! To what do we owe this unpleasant surprise?"

My mother smile at me turns immediately into a snarl when she sees Abby standing right behind me. My mother's eyes scan every inch of her not missing the fact that I'm holding Abby's hand tightly in my own. She glares at Abby not hiding her disdain for my girlfriend before she focuses back on me.

"Darling, why is she still here? I thought we discussed this." My mother is absolutely horrible with her manners. In no way does she hide the fact that she doesn't like someone. Ever.

"You talked mother, I ignored you. Abby is my girlfriend, she lives here and she works for me, so she's going to be with me... all the time. Day and night. Get used to it." I walk away from my mother dragging Abby with me into the living room. "And you better get used to her and start being nicer to her, mother. She's not going anywhere. Now what are you doing here?" I wrap my arms around Abby hold her close to my side. I know if I let go she's going right back upstairs.

"I wanted to tell you that your father and I will be attending your premiere this weekend. Isn't that wonderful?" She smiled as if it was the best news ever.

"Mmm and who are you bringing with you?" I know better than to think that's it. My parents always attend the premieres this isn't anything new so her coming over to tell me this was a hoax to get to something else.

"Well, Avery, of course. You left her out of everything you do. And since you're taking everyone else but her I felt it was only right we bring her. Ever since this one came into the picture you have nothing to do with poor Avery. She's feeling a bit left out." Oh good God mother really? She looks at me like I've done something wrong. As if I broke up with Avery, when we were never going out.

"Avery has been stalking me and Abby, did she tell you that? She gotten obsessive about me. Even Dylan and Kate have noticed it. That's why we don't invite her. And I was never dating her! I won't date her! I'm dating Abby. You really need to back off mother." I can't take this. She drives me crazy with her onslaught of games she plays.

"I'm going back upstairs and get back to work. This doesn't involve me." Abby says softly to me. I know this makes her uncomfortable, my mother is good at that with pretty much everyone. I can't blame her for wanting to escape, Hell I want to escape.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes." I tell her and kiss her softly before she turns around and heads back up to the office.

"Something I said?" My mother asks with a bit of a smirk on her face. I swear she does this shit on purpose.

"Probably, but you already know that. I have a lot of work to do mother. I'll see you at the premiere." I have to get her out before I throw her out. I don't understand how my father puts up with her shit.

"Don't forget we'll be waiting for you at the red carpet so you walk down with Avery. You always look so good together." She just smiles like she thinks I'll actually agree to this.

"Mother I think it's time for a hearing aid for you. I have a date for the premiere and I'm going with Abby, not Avery. Now if you don't mind I need to get to work." I escort my mother to the door with her sputtering the entire way. "Good bye mother, I will see you this weekend." I say politely as I close the door in her face. I've got to change my locks. That's all there is to it.

I lock the door and lean back against it and look up the stairs. I know Abby is afraid to walk the red carpet but I truthfully do not want to walk the red carpet with Avery and if Abby isn't on my arm I know my mother with push Avery on me in front of the cameras. I walk up the stairs with a plan in mind to get Abby on my arm for that red carpet.

First I need to call Preston. I go straight to the office to make the call. Abby is busy working on the social media sites, so I can talk to him about her and get this over with. I grab my phone and and glance at what she's doing and pause. Damn she cleaned up my site, took down a bunch of stuff that made me look really bad, some stuff that girls posted about themselves for me that was totally inappropriate. Abby has some serious skill at this stuff. Even better I have this knowledge before talking to Preston, he'll love her for it.

I kiss Abby on the head and smile at her as I dial my manager. "Preston! How ya doing?"

"What did you do now Oliver? I know that tone." He's way too untrusting of me.

"I've done nothing but hired a great new assistant. Her name is Abby Murphy. Take a look at the website. She's a fucking miracle worker!" I told him. I'm waiting to tell him we're dating until he sees what she can do.

I give him a minute. Preston grumbles a bit getting logged in. "Well I'll be damn! Finally! What's her name?"

"Abby. She's perfect Preston. There's nothing she can't do. You know she used to work for Quinn." I tell him. "He gave her a glowing recommendation."

"Really? Why did she leave him?" Preston would ask the million dollar question.

"She didn't feel it was the right fit for her." I tell him. Hopefully he doesn't investigate that. "She can do everything I need Preston and I want you to meet her when we get back from the premiere this weekend."

"Wait! She's going with you to the premiere? Oliver! You know I'm against dating the staff." Preston says catching me.

"And I pay you not the other way around Preston. Abby is fine just the way things are. And she needs to be available at all times, this just works for us. She's with me here and if work calls she's here to do what's needed." I explain

"Oliver, are you saying she's not just dating you, but living with you?" I can hear the trepidation in his voice.

"Preston, Abby lives with me, she sleeps with me, she eats with me, and she works for me. We are fine with this arrangement and it's not your choice to make. I expect you to come to grips with it by the time I get back, so when you meet her you treat her with respect. Understood?" I've had enough today and the day just started.

"As you wish, Oliver. What else is on your mind?" Preston understands when it's time to move on. He's learned that pushing me isn't the best thing to make me do what he wants.

"I've got some things I need you to take care of for me." I need him to get some things set up for Abby. And I know Abby won't be happy with all of them but it's necessary especially for her to move forward.

Abby

The last couple days have been hectic. Trying to get ready for this trip, learning a new job and juggling Oliver. It's interesting to work for and date the same person. Spending all our time together certainly gives us plenty of time to get to know each other. I'm thinking it's not always going to be this way. I'm sure when Oliver is on set filming, I won't be with him. I'll be here working or running errands for him.

One of the things we did have to decide was about my car. Since Ethan knows what it looks like and I'm trying to stay clear of him, Oliver thought it would be best to get a new car. I don't want a payment so what does Mr. Millionaire do, he just pays cash for one. I'm never going to get used to it ever! So I have a new car, he bought me a Lexus similar to his, since I said I liked driving it. I'm going to have to learn to keep my mouth shut about what I like.

Kate took Melanie and I on what she called a small shopping trip before we leave. I thought shopping with Melanie was bad, she's nothing compared to Kate. Oliver gave her something called a black card. I don't know what it is, I don't want to know. I do know that she spent a lot of Oliver's money that day on outfits for the three of us in stores I've never heard of. I was forced by Melanie and Kate to promise not to look at the price tags and just get what they tell me to. I don't think I should have agreed. I'm going to owe Oliver a lot of money. I almost threw up when we got home and I saw the receipt. Oliver just laughed and got me some ice cream and a spoon. I think he understands.

"Are you almost ready, Abby?" Oliver calls to me from downstairs. "We need to get going."

I've never been so nervous. It's my first time on a plane, not just any plane, but a private jet.Β  He needs a little patience. I wore the black pencil skirt Melanie picked out with a bright blue fitted sweater. Every curve was on view. I slide on the new high heels that Kate insisted that I have to wear and put my cell phone in my purse. Grabbing the suitcase I packed I walked out of the bedroom and to the top of the stairs.

"Can you help me with this please,Β  Oliver?" I ask getting him and the other two boys to look up at me. I wasn't trying for attention. I just didn't want to trip and fall down the stairs. I know how I am, Murphy's law, if I'm in heels and carrying something down stairs, I'm going to fall.

"Damn Abby, I'll help you." Dylan says and starts towards me,but not before Oliver grabs the back of his collar and yanks him back.

"Down boy! She's mine." Oliver grins as he hurried up the stairs to me. "You should have said something, I would have brought it down. You look beautiful."

"Thank you. I feel overdressed for a plane ride."Β  I tell him. I adjust my skirt and fix my sweater for the twentieth time.

"You aren't, there's always cameras everywhere. And you never know when you're going to have to do an impromptu interview. Which reminds me." Oliver reaches into his jacket and pulls out a credit card and hands it to me. "This is for you."

"I don't want that." I step back from him pulling my hands away from his reach. He wants me to have his credit card. Is he crazy? I'm not doing this again. I've been down this road once I won't get put in a position where I can cause him trouble. No, not again.

"Abby, you're working for me. You're going to have to pay for things once in a while. I need you to be able to do that. Take it." He takes my hand and places the card in it, folding my fingers around the card.

"Oliver, what if... I don't want be the reason... Ethan is already trying for you, this isn't a good idea." I remind him.

"I trust you, Abby. We have security, we're aware he's out there. I know you, sweetheart. You don't trust yourself,Β  but I trust you enough for both of us. I know you won't let him get to me." He kisses my cheek and waits. "Now, put that away." I nod and put it in my wallet. He has more trust in me than I do in myself. How am I supposed to trust myself again? I don't want to fail him.

We left and headed for the airport. The long stretch limousine was on time and waiting outside the house for all of us. As the boys loaded up the trunk we climbed in and got comfortable. The back was fully loaded for us with chocolate and champagne. Melanie was quick to pop the cork and start enjoying the weekend.

As we reached the airport we pulled up on the tarmac right next to a beautiful white jet. The door opened up for us as the car door opened and the stairs were released down for us. We stood there for a moment while the luggage was removed and brought to the plane.

"Nice work Abby." Melanie says in my ear. "Looks like this trip is all first class."

"Oliver doesn't travel any other way." Mason says with a laugh. "That's why we always travel with him."

"Yeah, next time you're paying for the jet." Oliver yells out as he walks over and puts his hand on my lower back. "I think we can board." He whispers and nods towards the plane.

We all head up the stairs and I feel the knot in my stomach tighten. I've never been on a plane before. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and look up hesitating to go any further. I feel Oliver touch my arms and I look up over my shoulder and smile softly at him. This is scaring the crap out of me.

"Hey, what is it?" Oliver asks but I just shake my head. I'm probably the only person he knows that's never been on a plane. I feel silly, ridiculous for being scared. "Have you been on a plane, sweetheart?"

Damn he figured that out way too fast. "No, I didn't want to say anything." I tell him softly. God, I'm so embarrassed. "Maybe I should stay here and watch the house."

"No no no no no. Abby." He closes his arms around my waist and starts nudging me one step at a time up the stairs. "You're not staying here. You're coming with me, and you're going to be just fine. I promise, sweetheart. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

By the time he was done talking, I was at the top step looking down.Β  He nodded his head towards the door and we headed in. The cabin was beautiful all cherry wood and black leather. It was obviously a man's jet. I can see why Oliver likes it. We take our seats and Oliver sits next to me and keeps hold of my hand. The others sit around us talking about New York and everything they want to do. I'm lost in the conversation having never been there so I keep quiet and listen.

"How about a drink to help with take off?" Oliver offers. I nod my head and Oliver grins getting up he goes to the wetbar and quickly fixes us both drinks then comes back. "Seatbelt, sweetheart."

"Oh, I forgot." I quickly got my seatbelt on, then took my drink from Oliver. As he sat down, the pilot began to talk overhead.Β  Oliver got his seatbelt hooked on and smiled softly at me. "What?"

"We're gonna have a lot of firsts together for you, aren't we?" He asked grinning wider.

"Probably." I laughed and turned a nice shade of red. Oliver leaned closer and kissed me softly rubbing his nose against mine. Then kissing me once more. He hands me my drink and takes his own with a clink of our glasses we down our drink.

Suddenly, the plane began to move and I knew there was no going back now. Oliver took my glass and set it aside with his own. Wrapping one arm around me he held my hand with the other. At least he understood I was scared. There was no teasing or giving me a hard time he just made me feel better.

"Hold as tight as you need sweetheart, I won't leave your side." Oliver wrapped me in his arms as the plane lifted off the ground and and I squeezed his hand hard. I just don't know if I like this kind of travel. My eyes are squeezed closed and I snuggle deep into Oliver. I can feel him chuckling and tighten his hold. "I'm right here, sweetheart. You're safe right here in my arms." And I swear I was. It was the safest place I could ever be.

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