Chapter 7: Olivia

I hit my already hurt head as I try to stand up and the dickhead in front of me has the guts to open his big mouth and laugh.

Okay, that’s a lie…his mouth is not big but still.

I crawl out from my hiding place and growl at him, “There’s nothing funny about this situation.”

He coughs before trying to put up a straight face “I’m sorry…it’s just”

I dust my shirt, realizing that I’m still wearing nothing under “Are your parents gone? Or whichever people that was snooping around?”

“About that…” he starts “Thanking you for not letting him see you. I don’t know how you knew you weren’t supposed to be seen but I’m grateful all the same”

“It’s not rocket science, I heard you all arguing from under your sink” I say.

His eyes go wide, and he touches my temple “You’re bleeding again, come here” he takes my hand and leads me out of the storage room.

We go back to his bathroom, and I glare at the back of his head “You better not push me under the sink this time”

He laughs “Relax, I just need to clean your wound”. He suddenly picks me up and sits me on the sink before pulling out a first aid box from his cabinet.

Dipping the cotton wool inside a bottle, he uses it to clean my temple and so much blood comes out that it makes me sick.

“You have to be careful with your head, you can’t keep hurting it all the time” he mumbles as he throws the stained cotton into his trash can.

“Only if you would stop knocking people down then maybe I wouldn’t have an injury at all” I bite back.

He takes a step back to look at me, his brows furrowed in thought. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

“You’re right, I should be more careful” he says suddenly.

“There’s no time to be chatting in the bathroom when you have loads of work to do” A voice says at the door. I raise my head to see his friend walk in, glaring at me.

“You’re here” my captor says as he turns to his friend with a smile.

When his gaze doesn’t leave my face I glare back at him “And you are?”

“Kyle” he says rather politely, and this idiot here is “Jake” he gestures to my captor who turns back to me with a smile. Of course he would answer something like Jake.

I jump down from the sink “Okay Jake, I’m out of here. We can all just act like yesterday and today never happened,” I dust my butt off, careful not to let the shirt go to high.

“Where are you going?” Jake asks.

“Home of course, all this contract thing and your crazy parents…I’ll rather not get involved with any” I answer. There’s one tiny problem though, Kyle is still glaring at me and wouldn’t move for me to pass.

“But you already agreed to do this for me,” Jake’s voice is accusing but that’s not for me to deal with.

“I did before your parents turned up and the situation seemed more complicated than you made it look” I shift from one feet to another, slowly growing impatient.

“Look, the thing with my parents…”

“Why are you begging her Jake” Kyle cuts him off with a tilt to his head “I’m sure your father would have a hard time believing that you’re actually getting married to her” he fixes me an angry stare “If anything she lacks in everything they want in a wife”.

He wants a reaction from me. I take a step back, not removing my eyes from his “At least I’m not the one with an attitude so bad he can’t find himself a wife.”

Kyle shrugs. “It’s not an attitude problem” he turns to Jake briefly “It’s a, I can’t keep it in my pants problem.”

Jake punches his shoulder lightly “Hey, I’m over here” he whines.

Kyle walks towards me until his front is pressed against mine “What I’m trying to say is this, you’re under qualified for the job Jake is offering you. Take it and let’s get this over with since his punk ass won’t take my advice and let you go.”

I shiver, but it’s not because of his body close to mine. I risk a look at Jake and sure enough he is already looking at me.

He doesn’t want to let me go. That strikes something in me, so much that a lone tear escapes but I wipe it immediately before both men could notice.

“I’ll do it” I whisper.

Kyle is right, I was under qualified for the position, but Jake was still willing to keep me. And if I was being honest with myself I needed the money, much more than I was letting on.

“You’ll sign the contract?” Jake asks, there’s hope back in his voice and a part of me likes that I’m the reason for it.

I nod. “Can you stop looking at me?” I ask Kyle, he was beginning to make me nervous.

“I just can’t see what he sees in you” he mutters before bringing out a file from his jacket. “Here’s the contract, I drew it up last night. You can go through it if you want.”

“How did you even think of that?” Jake asks him smiling, “I keep telling you, you’re a genius man!”

I take the file out of his hands and pull out the documents. I read through it as fast as I can until I see the ten rules that must be kept at the last page.

“No falling in love, really?” I ask Kyle with a raised brow and a snort, as if.

“Jake can be real charming when he wants to, don’t fall for that” he doesn’t even smile.

The Said man bumps Kyle’s shoulder “She can’t man, she’s gay” he explains.

Kyle’s eyes widen for a fraction “That explains a lot.” He gives me a pen and I quickly sign, hoping to God that this contract doesn’t blow up in our face.

I give the documents back “So what’s next?”

“We give you a complete makeover, his mother would have a heart attack if she saw you like this!” Kyle says and leaves the bathroom.

Jake’s eyes sympathize with me “Don’t take him too seriously, he is always like this even with me.”

I don’t know why his words are reassuring but I nod. “Can you give me your pants please; I’m not wearing anything under” I say when he turns to leave.

“Sure.”

He goes into his closet and comes out with shorts for me “They’ll fit better.”

“Thanks” I quickly but it on and we join an impatient Kyle in the car.

It was time to become someone’s wife.

We’re the only ones in the empty mall and I have a feeling it had something to do with the two men walking in front of me. Just how rich were they?

I don’t realize that Jake is now walking beside me and pulling me towards the lingerie section. When I see the display I almost yell.

“What are we here for?” I tug my hand away from his.

“We’re getting you everything, from the inside out” Jake says with a tiny voice as he gestures to my front.

“I don’t see what that…” I give the mannequin outside the store a dirty look “Has to do with anything. It’s not like your parents will ask me to take my clothes off.”

“My mother will at some point” Jake answers but I can’t tell if he’s joking.

When he doesn’t smile in Jake typical fashion, I squeak “What?” His parents are really crazy. Before I can complain further Kyle holds my shoulders from the back and pushes me inside the store which read, Victoria’s Secrets at the top.

I’m immediately attacked with lacy underwear, the sheer material giving me the creeps. It was a big contrast to the sports bra and shorts that I always wore. It was way too uncomfortable.

Yes, I appreciated it on other females but not me. I’m not built for this. I turn back to the door to see Jake walking in with a grin on his face.

He goes straight to the rack and picks out sets of underwear. He was having fun; I was not, and I hated it.

Jake pushed all the lingerie he was holding into my hands, they were all red.

“That’s my favorite color, you’ll never go wrong with red lace” he winks at me before leaving. Meanwhile I stare in horror at the pile.

I make my way to the dressing room and strip all of my clothes, his clothes anyway. The first one I try on strangely feels comfortable and cold on my skin and I have to agree with Jake, you could never go wrong with red.

True enough my nipples are bared through the red lace, but they fit perfectly. Wait a minute! How did he know my size?

It’s not till I look up that I see Jake standing at the door of the dressing room and looking at me. When he looks up our eyes meet in the mirror.

“What are you doing here?” I scream and that seemed to bring him out of his reverie.

He throws a black pair at me “I thought this would go well with the pile” he averts his gaze then clears his throat before leaving.

I leave the lingerie on and put my clothes back on, it was a shame I couldn’t get my hands on short, but this would cover my bare ass and tits for a while.

When I emerge from the store there’s an attendant waiting to take the items from me. I give it to her only to face a smiling Jake.

“What now?” I ask and he breaks into a huge grin before looking away. I walk to him and hit his arm, just a little.

“What did you do that for?” he whines as he spins to stand in front of me before I can assault him further.

“You’re smiling and I don’t like it”

“It’s nothing serious” he says as his eyes wander to my shirt.

My own eyes follow his and when I see what he is looking at, I break into laughter too with a red tint on my face.