Chapter 23: Chapter Twenty-Three

Olivia

I am woken up by a heavy weight on top of me. When I open my eyes, Jason is laying on top of me caging me in with both his arms beside my head. His dark gaze is roaming on my face. He is very heavy, but I like him on top of me.

"You sleep too much, this thing of you lacking energy needs to stop." He finally says to me.

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask him.

"I left you about three hours ago. I came to check on you an hour late and found you sleep so I'd say give or take two hours." He says and gets up. "Come on lets get something to eat then we can find something to do that will give you energy.' I raise my eyebrow suggestively but he shuts that thought off real quick.

I get up and we walk down to the kitchen and I ask him about work. I'm grateful that today is Friday, meaning I'm skipping only one day of work, I hope anyway, but I won't allow him to cut me off from work. I'm not going to be the woman who depends on a man over everything.

"I have a meeting in Russia next week, so I won't be be here on Wednesday and Thursday. Lewis can convince the CEO of High Teque to Collaborate with us because apparently he doesn't trust know me well enough. And it seems my meetings have increased more just from not going to work today." He says and finished with, "Work!" And a smirk.

"I would have been fine alone today you know. Maybe even called my mom to co e stay with me. You shouldn't have taken a day off." I say when we finally reach the landing and go to the kitchen.

"I know you would have, but we don't spend enough time together and I wanted to fix that."

"Maybe once I'm feeling a lot better than this. Can we have Mrs Belle prepare something for tomorrow when my mom comes by? I don't want to cook just yet. Or maybe I'll order something from the restaurant." I say, musing.

"Are we really doing this? Actually are you sure?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's not like I have a choice." Jason is making fruit with yoghurt for me while we talk and I'm sitting on the chair, our roles seem to have reversed.

" Baby you have a choice. I've never heard you talk about your father, if you don't mind me asking." I wondered when the topic of my father would come, he took longer than most people.

"I don't know my father actually. Never met him. My mom says he is still alive somewhere. He got my mom pregnant then left just like that." I tell him, which is the truth.

Mom doesn't like talking about my father, it's a sore topic for her. All my brothers have the same father, who was a marine, he died on sea according to my mom. Apparently he got so k then one day just fell, nobody knows what actually happened. Or maybe my brothers and I don't and mom does. After he passed on which was when Kyle was about two, after three years, my mom decided it was time to move on, she didn't want to go at life alone, she went on a few day with Thomas, that's his name. Jason is intently listening to me while I talk and eat.

Thomas and my mom dated for a few months, my mom found out she was pregnant when she was four months, when she told Thomas he went AWOL. Gone never to be seen. I've always wondered what he looked like, but just out of curiosity. The only thing I share with my brothers is my black hair. I have bright blue eyes and my brothers have bright green eyes except for Landon who has bright grey eyes. And then there's my short height. My mom is pretty tall but my brothers are almost as tall as Jason.

We continue to talk like that where he asks me more questions about my family. When he wants to know more about my brothers though I tell him it's better off he asks them when they meet. We go from talking about my family to talking about his and from that to work. I ask him how he came to start his business and he tells me. It feels good to talk the way we do. Getting to know each other more like this.

We've moved from the kitchen to the sofas where we're cuddling. It's been over two hours since we've been talking. His hand is rubbing on my thighs and it's making my blood circulation go faster. Making my body sing to the man that's touching me. I turn my head to look at him. I notice then that he is still talking, but I can't hear a word he is saying. His lips are moving, and then they stop, and he smiles. He lifts my head higher so I'm looking at his eyes, and the spell is broken.

"Did you hear a word of what I just said?' he asks me, still smiling at me with his pearly whites.

"Your hand was distracting me.'' I answer him. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth.

"Should I not touch you then Olivia?" My name on his lips sounds amazing. I snap out of the fog in my mind as his words start to register.

"Why would you do that? Why would you ask me that?" I ask him, the thought of that happening bringing me sadness.

"Because you said my touch is distracting." He is now laughing at me.

I scramble to get up from him but he pulls me all the way on top of him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't stop touching you." He says and he's still laughing at me.

"But you're laughing at me" I say and stop watching him to lay my head on his chest. He then stops laughing out loud but his chest is shaking.

I decide to give him something real to laugh about then and start tickling him. He releases a laugh so high that I also laugh but carry on tickling him. He starts apologising then and saying he will stop laughing at me. I stop tickling him then feeling good that if at least made him laugh that hard, which is the first time I've seen him laugh that hard. And it's all because of me.

After a while we head to bed, it's super late now, around eleven. I'm not quite sleepy or tired, and I tell him that. And because we're addicted to each other's bodies we end up rolling in the hay until we're both too tired then fall asleep.