Chapter 8

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Abby

Oliver is doing everything he can to help us and I feel like I haven't been very appreciative of anything he's done. I understand why he wants us out of the apartment. It's in a bad area and the neighbors are a bit scary. For two single girls living here, I can see how guys from the better side of town would want to move us out. I'm just so confused about how he's doing this, or more confused about why, I guess. I mean, he's known me less than a month and he is doing things no one has ever done for me. He's paid off the lease, got his friends to come over here with their trucks and right now they are packing up our place to get us out of here. I'm standing here in my bedroom looking at my things wondering what I'm going to do with it.

"Hey sweetheart, you need help? It looks like Mason has the kitchen pretty well done, Dylan and Adam have the living room and Melanie has got her room." Oliver comes in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Nuzzling my neck he kisses me softly and I take a deep breath. He feels me tense up and I know he's going to question me. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just...." I turn around in his arms and face Oliver. Cupping his face I simply hold it and search his eyes. They are the most amazing deep blue eyes I've ever seen. He smiles down at me and kisses my forehead. "I don't want get rid of all my things."

"Okay, you don't have to. We can bring it all back to my place, correction our place and make room for it. I can rent a moving truck for the furniture and get the guys to help bring it over later." Oliver offers without a thought. I don't understand this. Why is he so good to me?

"No, your place is furnished and mine isn't exactly up to million dollar mansion standard. I can just put it in storage. I'll pay for it, if you can get someone to move it all. Just until I find a place." I tell him. I can tell immediately he doesn't like this.

Oliver frowns and tightens his hold around me. It's as if he's afraid I'm going to run away from him. I guess I can't blame him there, I have run several times now, but it wasn't to get away from him really, but to protect myself. I just can't get hurt again. He leans in his lips softly touching mine. "Abby, we can put it in storage. But you have a place to live, with me. You don't need to find another one."

I pull out of his arms. I can't do this when he touches me like this. The way he holds me, the warmth of his body against mine. It's distracting, I can't think and all I want to do is stay there and forget all the outside stuff that I know is there to remind me that I don't belong with Oliver.

"Yes, I will Oliver. You said yourself you would hide me from your mother. You can't do that indefinitely." I tell him. Reminding him that I know I don't fit in his world. "There's gonna come a time for me to leave. I just want my stuff so I don't have to start from scratch again."

Oliver takes a breath scratching his face as he slowly walks over to me. I know he's trying to keep his patience and I know I'm pushing him. I just can't go through the pain of having nothing again. "I'm not going to hide you, Abby. I can't, I won't." Cupping my face he makes me look at him. "Look, I know all this is overwhelming and happening really fast for both of us. I get that. But I'm not gonna just get ready to give you up. I'll put your stuff in storage for now. Not a problem, but I'm paying for it. If you want to pay me back, work for me. Help me that way. I want you working for me full time, I get your thinking about it, but living under the same roof you can help me here and there with a little bit, right?"

I bite down on my lip and think for a minute on it. He has been asking for me to work for him, if I help him out it would in a way pay him back for the storage. Maybe not all the cost, but I can make up the difference in cash to him. But I need to do more, I can't let him foot the bill for everything. It's not fair and I pull my own weight.

"I can do that. But I'm not letting you pay for me. I can't go without me paying something. I'm paying rent." I tell him and Oliver sighs, but he knows this is the only way I'm going to agree. He scowls at me but I think he understands this isn't something I'm going to bend on.

"Fine, you can pay rent. What you were paying here." Oliver agrees and I feel better about moving in with him. At least I know I will be paying my way and not be taking a free ride from him. "But that's it. I'm taking care of everything else. Including the Tahoe trip. I want you to come with me."

I take a long breath and search his face. He's honest about this. Out of all the guys I've known Oliver is actually very honest. I want to go, it actually sounds like fun and some place I've always wanted to go to. I'm just not sure with his family and especially Avery going I should. I heard what Avery said about me and how I wouldn't fit in. I can see his mother having the same opinion of me. I'm not sure it's a good idea.

"I don't know. I'm supposed to work. Let me think about it." I tell him. Oliver nods slowly.

"You've got a lot to think about now. Maybe we should get you packed while you do that." He says and lets me go. Grabbing a box Oliver starts helping me pack up my room.

The apartment is small so packing up doesn't take eight people very long to do. By noon we're done and have the trucks packed up and headed back to Oliver's place with the bodyguards in tow. Oliver and I went inside while the bodyguards brought in the boxes of my clothes and stuff that I needed here.

"Where does this go, Mr Steel?" Adam his main bodyguard asked as they bring in my clothes.

"All of it goes to my bedroom." Oliver tells him as they start bringing stuff in.

"No, what?" I look at Oliver confused. Why is he having my things brought to his room?

"Go on, take it up." He tells them. "Abby, it's fine." Oliver then turns to me. "I'll make room for you in the closet and have a dresser brought in the bedroom for you. There's plenty of room in there for us. What else would like? A dressing table or your own closet? I can have one built in. It'll take a little longer, but we can make due until then."

My head is spinning with all this. What is he doing? Me staying here for a while is one thing, but he's treating this like it's permanent. I'm really feeling like this is moving just way too fast and it's going so out of control and I can't stop it, what's scary is I'm not sure I want to stop him. I'm not sure I don't really want all this and I'm just too scared to have it. "Oliver! You don't have to do anything. Really. I'm not used to any of this. I thought you'd want to put me in a different room. I didn't think we would be sharing a room."

"Where did you think you would sleep? I had you in my bed last night I'm not going another night without you next to me." He says softly moving closer to me. Brushing my hair back off my face he looks deep into my eyes. I really love his eyes. Leaning his cheek against mine he whispers in my ear. "We can wait to make love until you're ready, but I'm holding you every night." His lips touch just below my ear and I shiver with a heat that spreads deep into my core.

I'm rattled I really wasn't expecting him to be this way. He is so tender and generous with me. I'm not used to anyone giving me anything without wanting the world in return. He asks me for nothing. I can feel my legs shaking and I know he can too.

"I have to go to work." My voice is shaky and comes out as a whisper. I wonder if he feels this too?

"Hang on." Oliver jogs into the kitchen then quickly jogs back out. "For you." He holds out a keychain. I take the keys and see that there's not only a house key, but a car key as well. I frown and look at Oliver as he just smiles at me. Taking the keys he points out each telling me what they're to. "This is to the house, this is the Lexus. You can drive that."

"No. Oliver, I can take the bus." I tell him, but he's not listening. "I don't have enough insurance for this car."

"I added you on my insurance and the guys at the gate know you live here now. You can drive any of the cars, although I know you were a little freaked about the Lamborghini, so I figured you'd be more comfortable with this. I can get a new car for tomorrow if you want something different." He explains. All I can do is shake my head.

"I have insurance Oliver, you didn't have to do that. And I have a car." I'm not wanting to argue over something else.

"A car that's in the shop. This isn't a big deal. I'm not arguing with you over this. I have to go. When will you be home?" Oliver quickly ended the discussion.

"I'm at the foundation this afternoon and the bar tonight. I have to close, so I'll be pretty late. I can take the bus." I offer again. This is just so much.

"Either, I drive you or you drive the Lexus. This isn't up for debate. You need to get to work. I have to get to the studio soon. I'll be late tonight, we're doing a night shoot. I'll see you when I get home." Oliver leans in kisses me softly pulling me in and letting me melt against him. "I'm glad you're here."

Oliver left for the studio and I got ready and went to the foundation with a bag packed for the night for the bar. It was going to be a long night for me. I was hoping it would go fast now that I have something to look forward to, someone actually, at the end of the night. I'm actually excited to get home for the first time in a really long time.

Sitting at my desk at the foundation I'm trying to get some work done, but I'm all kinds of distracted. Melanie has been texting me all afternoon telling me about Mason's place. Apparently he lives right off the beach and it's beautiful. She's so happy and excited about all of this. I'm happy for her. I'm returning a text to her when I hear a voice I really don't want to hear.

"I need to speak with Abby Murphy? Please." Avery raised her voice and looks around the room. I look up as soon as I hear my name and put my phone down. What does she want?

She's of course is dressed in her designer clothes looking like she belongs on Rodeo Dr. I'm in my second hand store clothes that look professional, but they don't have a label. My shoes and purse are from Walmart and I wouldn't know I designer name if it bit me. Crap! she's spotted me, her eyes igniting hatred and don't move from me when Delilah calls to her. Avery simply ignores her and heads right for me. Great!

"Ms. Murphy. I'd like to speak to you for a moment, please. About a mutual friend that was by here, Oliver Steel. I'd like to match his donation." Avery says with a confident smirk on her face.

"Well that's wonderful and so generous of you Ms?" Delilah was now standing by my desk and held her hand out to Avery.

"Avery Solomon. I'm an old friend and so much more of Oliver's." She looks at me and smiles. Fuck, I don't want this.

"Ms. Solomon, you're the one that was in the paper with Mr. Steel! Oh! of course, Abigail will be happy to help you, won't you Abby?" Delilah grins at me while the only thing I can do is smile and grind my teeth hoping this goes fast. Delilah is thrilled to make me feel uncomfortable as she walks away but stays within watching distance of the show.

Avery sits down and passes me a check for fifty thousand dollars and and smiles. "It's so nice to be able to give to such a great cause. Ollie and I love to compete with every single thing. Sports, academics, giving to charities ....sex. He likes a woman that can hold her own in every way. I'm sure you understand." We only stare at each other for a long moment. How was I supposed to respond to her?

"I'll get you a receipt." I'm professional. I'll stay professional no matter how she behaves.

"I know what you're doing with him. So does his mother. You won't last." Avery crosses her legs and examines her nails. "See Ollie loves ice cream. He's is always picking up the flavor of the month, and your time is about up. He'll come back to me like he always does, and you'll be history."

"Here's your receipt, is there anything else I can do for you Ms. Solomon?" I hate asking this question.

"Take the hint, Abby. You don't belong in his world. He may let you drive his car, stay at his house, but remember none of it belongs to you. You're temporarily a distraction in his life, but I'm permanently in it. Just remember that. Thank you for making time for me." Avery took her receipt and with her nose in the air walked out.

Lovely!

I'm not in the greatest mood by the time I walk into the bar that night. I finished the day with my head down and focused on my work. I avoided all text and phone calls from Melanie and Oliver. I need space and time to think. Avery made her point and it's nothing I haven't already thought myself. I just want to focus on work. Matt smiles at me and sees I'm not in a good mood.

"Hey pretty eyes! What's wrong?" He asks as he fixes my drinks.

"Bad day, I guess. I just want to go home." I tell him and that's the truth. I want to curl up with Oliver and have him tell me Avery is wrong. Her voice and everything she said is repeating in my head.

"How about I take you to dinner after work and you tell me about it. I'm a good listener." Matt offers and winks at me. Shit! Here we go again.

"Thanks Matt, but I'm seeing someone. I can't." I take my drinks and before he can ask anything else I walk back up to my section.

As I pass a table of guys, my butt gets grabbed. It's not like it hadn't happened before, but I'm really not in the mood for it tonight. I turn to face the guy and end up with my tray of drinks going right down the front of me. Murphy's law if it's gonna go bad, it's gonna go really bad.

"You stupid bitch you got me soaked." He yelled at me.

"I'm sure I wouldn't have if you hadn't grabbed me and been so close behind me." I respond. I'm not doing well.

"Well see, I was told you were good at the extras and I don't see your boyfriend here to stop me tonight. So you got us both wet, let's do something about that." He had his hands back on me before I knew it.

I'm not going to let this happen. I don't do this although I know there are plenty of girls here that do. I push him off, but he comes back for more. He doesn't let go this time and there's only one way to get out of this. I knee him as hard as I can then punch him right in the nose. The jerk is doubled over cursing at me in pain his nose is bleeding and my manager is standing behind him motioning me to follow him. Shit!!

"I'm sorry Abby, but I can't have my staff punching out customers." He frowns at me and holds out his hand. I close my eyes and sigh. Taking off my apron, I hand him my iPad and apron and everything I have that belongs here. Grabbing my keys I walk out. I just lost my job.

Oliver

This was the longest night on set I've had in a long time. Everything went well and the scenes were great, but I wanted to get home. I know Abby was working and she wasn't even there, but I couldn't wait to get home to her. It's the first time I've ever felt that way. I've always come home to an empty house so to know someone was there waiting for me, the same someone I've been trying to get in my life for a while. I wanted to be there now.

Dylan and Mason have sent me texts throughout the night. I guess Abby stopped responding to Melanie early this afternoon too. I figured she's just busy with work, I'm not going to bother her yet. I know she can't answer at the bar. It's eleven and we're done finally. Most of the crew are going out, normally I would be going with them but not anymore. I'm going home to wait for my girl.

As I drive up I see the Lexus in the drive so I know she's home or she took the bus. I roll my eyes thinking about that. She'd do that too. As I walk in, I notice the light in the foyer is on, so is the one in the kitchen. I'm guessing she's got home early tonight. I lock up the front door and go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and head upstairs. When I open the bedroom door it's dark and just from the dim light of the hallway I can see the bed is empty. Abby isn't here.

I head back downstairs and look in the kitchen for a note then as I pass the living room I see a form curled under a blanket on the couch. Slowly, I walk in and see my girl asleep. I watch her for a minute before kneeling beside her and brushing her hair from her face and kissing her cheek. She sighs softly and shifts. I kiss her again and nuzzle into her neck kissing softly down her neck.

She doesn't wake and as much as I want her to so I can kiss her, talk to her, I know she's tired. Standing up, I pull the blanket off her and scoop my girl up into my arms. Her head resting gently on my shoulder as I cradle her in my arms. Abby snuggles into me, her soft lips brushing against my neck. I carry her upstairs and gently lay her down in our bed. Quickly, I pull off my clothes and slide in next to her. Abby rolls into me, snuggling into my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

"How was shooting tonight?" Her tired voice broke the silence as her warm breath caressed my skin.

"Lonely. Fine, I missed you." I tell her kissing her face. "Why were you sleeping on the couch?"

"I got here and... it felt weird being here without you. I came up to your room to change but...I felt like I was intruding being here alone. Intrusive, I guess. That's not who I am. I figured I would wait for you downstairs." Her words bother me. This is her home now, she should feel comfortable here.

"First this is our room now and I don't have anything to hide so rummage cabinets and drawers, get familiar with where everything is, baby. This is your home now too. You can't intrude in your own house. I am happy you're here." I say tightening my arms and pulling her closer to me. "What happened today? You stopped answering texts and your home early."

Abby sighs and her fingers start slowly rubbing circles on my chest. Her little fingers warm up my skin. I feel the heat spreading through me, going lower, as I grow to her touch. When I feel wetness drop from her eyes onto my chest everything stops. I roll her to her back and hover over her. Abby's crying and I can't help but feel it's my fault.

"Baby, what happened?" I ask softly as I gently brush the tears from underneath her eyes. Fuck! What happened to my girl?

"Just a busy day at the foundation and I got fired from the bar. It was a bad day." She says as the tears fell.

I pull her tight and let her cry it out. I learned a lot from Kate, letting her talk, cry, rant then once she was calm talking to her works so much better. Kate always says I understand what to do for women that's why they like me. I'm not sure that's true, I'm a dick in the usually and I'm the first to admit it. Not this time, Abby is mine and I don't want her hurting.

"I'm sorry, baby. What happened?" I ask hoping she'll talk to me.

"A guy hit on me. I spilt my tray of drinks on both of us and ended up kneeing him and punching him in the nose." She says. Good, she took care of herself.

"I'm proud of you for standing up to that jerk. He shouldn't have touched you." I tell her.

"Yeah well, my manager saw it. Fired me on the spot. So I'm down a job three nights a week now." She says frustrated.

"No, you're not. This gives you time to do my stuff that you said you'd do. Plus now you can come to set those

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