Chelsea woke up the following morning and groaned. She pulled herself up and slouched against the wooden headboard before opening her eyes and realising she was in a completely different location than what she remembered the night before. She looked around and saw the dark blue curtains at the window were still drawn and the door was closed, the bed she was in, was larger than the one she had back at home. On the wall in front of her was a large flatscreen television and next to that was a tall bookcase. Chelsea scraped her fingers through her hair, getting the strands out of her eyes and decided to get up. She placed her feet firmly on the floor and pushed herself up, as she stood the heaviness on her brain settled and that made her head throb. As she stood up tall she realised the dress she was wearing last night had been replaced with a long white t-shirt. "Who's house is this?" She asked herself out loud, all she remembered was dancing with Zoey last night, speaking of Zoey she hadn't heard anything from her so when she got home she would have to text her but first she had to find who's house she was in first.

Chelsea held the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door to an empty hallway. The hallway was immaculate, the coffee coloured walls complimented the wooden flooring and then the amazing smell of food coming from another room down the hall attracted Chelsea to the place more. Chelsea followed her senses, tiptoeing down the hallway as quiet as she could, she could hear the noise of scraping coming from what she assumed was the kitchen. She peered around the corner and saw a shirtless guy by the stove. "Good morning Chelsea." The guy spoke without turning around first and then he spun around with a plate in his hand.
"Oh my god. Oliver do you know how happy I am its you." Chelsea snickered and saw him smile warmly.
"Did you have a good sleep?"
"Yes, it was lovely... Thanks again."
"Are you hungry?"
"Starved!" Chelsea tapped her stomach and giggled.

They sat at the table in Oliver's lounge and Chelsea dug into the food as Oliver watched her. "Aren't you eating?" Chelsea spoke with her mouth full, her cheeks swollen with the food she had stuffed. "I'm sorry." Chelsea chewed softly and covered her mouth with her hand.
Oliver smiled at her and shook his head "No I ate earlier."
"I feel really bad that I'm eating like I've been starved for a year."
"Don't be, I made it for you."
"You are really kind." Chelsea smiled more at Oliver and shoved some more food into her mouth.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" Chelsea shook her head and gulped.
"I only remember dancing with Zoey and then going to look for you."
"I wasn't at the party..."
"Then how..."
"I showed up pretty much the last minute not many people were in the house." Chelsea nodded her head. "You were lucky I found you when I did, Chelsea."
"I didn't mean to drink that much.."
"No it wasn't that at all." Oliver grumbled. "Lets just say, Kyle and I won't be getting along anytime soon."
"What? Ollie what happened?" Chelsea raised her eyebrows and looked deeply into Oliver.
"Nothing just leave it." Oliver snapped at her before grabbing the plate and getting up and walking to the kitchen. Chelsea followed hot on his heels.
"Oliver tell me what happened." He ignored her as he stared out the window. "I deserve an explanation."
Chelsea crossed her arms over her body. "Oliver!" Chelsea shouted and saw as he spun around and stared at her with dark eyes. "I'm talking to you and I want an answer!" She waited what felt like forever, and then huffed before dropping her arms to her sides. "Fuck you then Oliver." She stormed out of the kitchen and down to his room.

Chelsea slammed the door and looked around his room for her dress, she found it a few minutes later, neatly folded on the chair in the corner and the shoes next to the chair. The door opened and Oliver stood in the doorway, and slouched. Chelsea ignored him completely as she got her things. "I'm sorry Chelsea." She still ignored him. "You found your things, good. I didn't know what to do with them when we got back here last night."
"You got me undressed?" Chelsea turned her head and stared at him, watching him nod.
"Yes." Chelsea shrugged her shoulders. "I punched Kyle last night."
"What?" Chelsea gasped as she looked at him. "Why would you do that?!" Chelsea shrieked.
"Because he was having his way with you and you wouldn't even remember because he drugged you, you were lucky I was there when I was, otherwise it wouldn't be me you'd be waking up to this morning." Chelsea held one hand on her stomach and over her mouth.
"Oh my god." Chelsea quietly spoke, her lip trembling as she said the three little words. She watched as Oliver moved across the room and embrace her. "He... he didn't..."
"No, like I said I got there just in time." Oliver kissed her hair as she snuggled into his embrace.
"I'm sorry for shouting..." Chelsea whimpered.
"It's okay, Chelsea." He hugged her tighter. "It was me being the jerk. I should've told you earlier instead of putting it off."
"No I totally understand why you did... I think."
"You do?" He pulled back and looked into her brown eyes, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"I was completely out of it last night, and you obviously didn't want me to know about something that bad. I guess it was kinda my fault-"
"No Chelsea. It wasn't your fault! It was Kyle's, when I get hold of him I'm going to..."
"Do nothing." Oliver looked at her once more. "If you cause a scene people are going to want to know what happened, lets just keep it between you and me."
"But Chelsea..."
"Between you and me. Okay Ollie?" She placed her hand on his cheek and he slowly smiled. He bent down gently and pecked her on the lips and he felt her wrap her arms around his neck.
"Just between us."
"Thank-you." Chelsea smiled brightly and then let her arms drop from around his neck. "I've got to get going. My mom will be wondering where I am."
"Did you want to call her?"
"Would that be alright?" He nodded and smiled. "Okay great, let me get dressed and then I'll call her before we go." Oliver nodded and then exited the room closing the door behind him.

"Did I have a bag last night?"
"You didn't bring one home, so I assume you didn't have one."
"Okay no that's fine I was just wondering." Chelsea slipped on one of her heels and groaned. "God my feet hurt."
"You don't have to wear your shoes. We're getting in the car anyways. When I take you home."
"Oh you don't have to take me... wait you drive?" Oliver chuckled and nodded as he watched her take off her shoes again. "Okay then, figured. You already have a place yourself anyways."
"What else did you expect of me?"
"Well for starters, I didn't know you lived on your own."
"I'll tell you all about myself when I take you out tonight." Oliver slipped on a jacket and put on his shoes as he spoke.
"You're taking me out?"
"Yeah, I'm taking you on a date." Chelsea giggled and then hid her bright red face. "Don't hide your face, I love when you blush."
"Okay. Come on we better go." The drive home was quite quiet, as Oliver
focused on the road and Chelsea glanced out the window. He didn't live to far from her, maybe about a twenty minute drive so it wasn't long before he parked outside her house. "Okay, I'll see you tonight. What time shall I be ready by?"
"Is 7 okay?"
"Perfect." Chelsea unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over, kissing Oliver on the cheek, before getting out the car and closing the door.
"I'll see you tonight." Oliver smiled brightly and then drove off. Chelsea stood at the road side and she felt herself blush more, she placed her free hand over her mouth and giggled into it.

Chelsea stood in the mirror and looked at her reflection. She adjusted the red dress that she had chosen to wear for the date with Oliver tonight and picked a black jacket to compliment the dress and the black heels. She descended the stairs and her family was eating at the table. Christine gasped and ran up to Chelsea hugging her tightly. "Chelsea sweetie, you look beautiful."
"Thanks mom."
"Pete don't she look wonderful." Christine got her husbands attention and he stood up, walking over to Chelsea hugging her gently.
"Oh honey, you look stunning. He better treat you right Chelsea otherwise I'll come after him, you know that right."
"Yeah dad, I do." Chelsea groaned at her fathers remark. The door sounded and Chelsea jumped a little with excitement. "I'm going now, I'll see you later."
"Be careful." Her parents called out and she waved her hand as she opened the door and walked out to meet Oliver.
"Oh my god, Chelsea you look... really beautiful." He leaned in a kissed her gently on the cheek.
"You don't look that bad yourself." Chelsea snickered. "Very smart and well dressed, you scrub up well."
"Why thank you. Shall we go?" He held out his hand and Chelsea took it as they walked down the stairs from her porch to his car.
"I still prefer you with no shirt on though." Chelsea laughed and then a little bit more when she heard Oliver smiled and laughed at her little joke.

They sat down at the table, the waitress showed them to and got comfortable. Chelsea slipped off her jacket and put it over the back of her chair and picked up the menu. "So what's good in this place?" She raised her eyebrows as she peered over the menu to Oliver.
"You've never been to this place?" Chelsea shook her head. "That's awful. I'm so glad I chose this place then an awful diner."
"Hey! That diner just down the road from mine is lovely. They make the best pancakes and waffles!" Chelsea said in defence and giggled. "So what would you choose on the menu?"
"Absolutely anything. Look through it and choose, its the best place in Philadelphia." He held his hands up in the air and winked. Chelsea shrugged her shoulders and scanned through the menu. A few moments later, the waitress came up and took their order. "Hello, welcome to Basilico, can I take your order?" Oliver nodded and handed her his menu.
"Hiya. Yeah I'll have to rump steak, with fries and I'll have a beer please."
"Good choice... and for the lady?"
"Um... I don't know, there's too much to choose from."
"We could offer you the chefs special for tonight?"
"And what's that?" Chelsea put down the menu and looked at the waitress.
"The dish is our special Basilico chicken, with a warming tomato and basil sauce, with tagliatelle."
"Umm... that's really basic.. I'll
take it! That's sounds lovely, thank you." Chelsea handed the waitress her menu.
"Oh ma'am could I get a bottle of wine here please. White preferably." The waitress nodded and walked off.

A good few minutes later, the waitress set their food down on the table and left them too it. "You won't regret it." Oliver said as he started to cut up his steak. "So what are the questions you want to know? I know you're dying to know." He winked at her as she shoved her face with pasta.
"How long have you lived here?"
"Not long, a couple of months now. That day when you bumped-" Chelsea glared from her food. "That I bumped into you, was my first day." Chelsea's face softened.
"Why don't you live with your parents?" Chelsea asked.
"They were pretty old, when I left my old place so they decided to stay there. I was living on my own back in my old town as well. I learnt to drive by myself as well."
"What?"
"My father could never drive, and we weren't the richest people, so I taught myself." Chelsea made her mouth go into the 'o' shape.
"So you're 19...?"
"No I'm 20."
"And the school let you in?" Oliver nodded, as he chewed once he swallowed the food, he pushed his plate away with quite a lot of food still on there. "Are you finished?"
"Yeah I'm not very hungry..." Oliver grimaced.
"You make me look like I'm a pig when I eat."
"You never look like a pig, you're too beautiful." He winked and Chelsea felt her cheeks blush again. "Do you have any siblings?"
"I had a sister."
"Had?"
"We had a disagreement a few years back, she wanted me to become someone I'm not, and I told her where to put it. She wasn't happy..."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't be Chelsea, it was just a family matter." Chelsea cleared her plate and pushed it a little back from her and then poured herself a glass of wine and drinking some of that.

Oliver pulled up outside his house and turned off the engine. "Your parents won't mind if you're a little late tonight will they?"
"No they'll be fine."
"Your visit to my house was a little rushed, so I thought you could come and see it properly since you're very intrigued." Chelsea laughed and the nodded. They got out the car and walked towards his house. They stepped inside his house and Chelsea waited until Oliver had turned the lights on so she could see where she was going to walk. He walked a few steps in front of her and went into the kitchen. Chelsea was intrigued so she decided on going for a walk, she passed the kitchen on her left and walked to the room that was in front of her. "I'm just going to the bathroom."
"Okay!" Oliver called out and Chelsea rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. She looked at herself in the mirror, the lipstick she had put on earlier had now faded and her hair was all knotted, so she decided to put it up in a bun. She exited the bathroom a couple of minutes later and walked into the lounge where Oliver was sitting on the couch and on the coffee table in front of them was two glasses of wine. "You look stunning, if it isn't obvious." Chelsea blushed and sat down next to him. "Wine?" Chelsea nodded and took the glass, drinking some.
"Where did you sleep last night?"
"I slept on here, I didn't want you thinking it was creepy or something."
"I'm really glad I woke up to you yesterday instead of something else." Oliver gripped hold of the couch and dug his fingers into it, Chelsea placed her hand lightly on his hand and rubbed it a little. "You don't have to get angry."
"It's just... what would've happened if I got there minutes too late, or I didn't show up at all."
"But you did..." Chelsea reassured him, slightly moving closer to him, her shoulder now touching his. "And I'm glad you did."
"All I want to do is kill him, he nearly hurt you Chelsea."
"Don't think like that, I'm here now okay! Right here next to you, you saved me just before anything really bad happened and I can't ever repay you for that."
"I don't expect you too..." Oliver grumbled.
"But how will I ever show you that I care about you as much as you care about me..." Chelsea looked into his eyes and saw him look at her gently. The next thing she realised, she leaned her head into his and kissed him, he returned her kisses deeply and she spun around of the sofa, so her body was facing him. Oliver pushed the black jacket off her shoulders and then stood up, taking her hand and pulling her up. He bent down and kissed her more, not letting up. Suddenly Chelsea realised she was being lifted into the air and wrapped her legs around Olivers torso. He walked slowly out of the lounge and down the hallway to his room. His room was dark as they walked in, Oliver put Chelsea down so she was standing and she watched him close the door behind them. He quickly moved across the room, back to her and started to kiss her deeply again. Chelsea felt as his hands roamed her body, moving up from her waist to her hair and untying the bun letting her long brown locks draped over her shoulders. She started to unbutton his shirt and she let Oliver pull it over his head and fling it somewhere in the room. Oliver lifted Chelsea's neck and started placing kisses, over her neck and up by her ears. Chelsea leaned her head back and sighed. Oliver pulled back and looked at her in the eyes, with a playful look. He moved his hands down slowly to her thighs and gripped onto the bottom of her dress and slowly started to remove it, making sure his hands and fingers skimmed her skin. He lightly pushed her and she fell onto his bed with a light thud, Chelsea raised herself up by her elbows, but Oliver climbed on her and pushed her down and Chelsea giggled under him. Oliver buried his face in her hair and kissed her body as he moved down, Chelsea arched her back as he trailed the kisses. She felt Oliver grab hold of the band of her underwear and tugged it down.
"You ready?" Oliver spoke deeply
"Mmmhm." It didn't take long before Oliver buried himself inside Chelsea, slowly rocking forewords and backwards. Chelsea gasped as he moved, the pleasure building up higher with each thrust. "mmmmm..." Chelsea hummed as he moved faster. "oh god Ollie." Oliver groaned louder with each thrust and then released and Chelsea followed a few seconds after. Oliver rolled off of Chelsea and laid on his back looking up at the ceiling. "That was so good..."
"That really was..." Ollie chuckled. "I have just showed you how much I care about you... and you've done the same for me." Chelsea turned her head and looked at him, grinning. Chelsea twisted her body, so she was slouching against Olivers naked body, she rested her head on his chest and yawned. She felt as Oliver breathed underneath her and closed her eyes gently going to sleep. A few moments later, Oliver cleared his throat and went to talk to Chelsea but he heard her snores and left her to sleep.
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Hi guys,
Just a quick message. I just want to apologise for the lack of updates in the last few months, finishing college has been a long process but it's all done! So I plan to update regularly... So I hope you guys enjoy these updates.

So we're finally getting into it now, After this chapter everything's going to start happen now... so keep reading and voting!! Thankyou

So Oliver hey? What do you all think about him? Has he got a past history? Is there something he's hiding? Find out in the next couple of chapters. Xxxx