CHAPTER FOUR
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Noah pulled Olivia out of the office. “What are you talking about Olivia?”
She shook. “You told me that the night you resurrected me you saw a man unconscious on the floor”.
“He was dead,” Noah corrected.
“Yes, you said you tried to wake him up with the pendant, what it…what if that was the serial killer Devoe, and after you woke him up he came back to life with what he looked like on the inside, a wrinkly old man”
Noah's face dimmed with realization. “It was dark, so I couldn't get a good look at his face. I resurrected a serial killer?” He asked, his voice Filled with regret. “I'm sorry Olivia, did you die because of me”
“What how?” She asked.
“If I had not resurrected him, they wouldn't have happened would still be alive in your old body”
Olivia shook her head. “Don't beat yourself up about it. You didn't know” she sighed. Suddenly she remembered. “Before I was murdered, I was investigating Devoe's case. He has been involved in a series of murders, but the force did not have enough proof to lock him up, so I was trying to find ways to link him to some crimes I was sure he committed. The night he murdered me he told me that that is what I got for meddling in other people's business, he knew I was getting close, so he murdered me”
“But the police cannot catch him, even if you had been able to link those murders to him,” Noah said.
“I'm a prosecutor, it's my job to try,” she said. “And I won't stop. I will use Elizabeth's body to continue the investigation as a prosecutor and make sure he pays for his crimes, my murder included.
“I should go back to the firm and try to take over my old cases,” she said, attempting to walk off, but Noah wrapped his hand around hers.
“You need to rest; I will take you home, put you in clean clothes, and give you something to eat. You can do all that Tomorrow.
She shook her head. “What if somebody else gets my old cases today?”
His grip tightened, “Please, let me take you home”
She sighed in resignation and was indeed tired. “Okay,” she muttered.
A few minutes later they arrived at his house. She looked around in awe, his living room alone was bigger than her entire house.
“Follow me,” He said, leading her down the hallway into a spacious bedroom.
“Woah,” She said, walking into the elegantly furnished space.
“You like it?” He asked, walking in behind her.
Olivia nodded, pressing her hands against the bed. “It's so soft”
“I'm glad you like it,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable, I will make us something to eat”
She turned to look at him. “You cook?”
He nodded. “I have a chef who comes over once in a while but yes, I cook”
She sighed. “I can't cook”
“I know, I remember,” he teased. “You made spaghetti back when we were in junior year, it tasted as if you emptied an entire truck of salt into it”
Her face reddened in embarrassment. “That was long ago!”
“Oh yeah? Can you cook now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Argh!” She groaned, frustrated. “Go, I need to take a shower,” She pushed him out of the room but suddenly stopped as she realized.
“What is it?” Noah asks.
“I don't have clothes, I stole this one from the funeral home, but I don't have another, Even if I'm able to get my old clothes they won't fit”
“I will get you some of my clothes,” He said without hesitation. “Tomorrow I will take you shopping to get whatever you want.”
Her heart melted. He was so kind to her. “Thank you”
He nodded, stepping out of the room. And after a few minutes, he returned with a white button-up sleeve and pants.
“Thank you,” she said as he handed it to her.
“You are welcome,” he said with a smile on his face, shutting her door.
She turns around walking towards her bed. She carefully placed the clothes he gave her on the bed and undressed.
As she stood underneath the shower head, the water dripping down her body, the memories of her murder flooded her mind. If only she hadn't gone home that day.
She sighed. No matter what, she was going to put him to justice.
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**NOAH'S POV**
“Olivia?” He called out to her as he approached her bedroom door. “Dinner is ready,” but before he could knock, she pulled the door open.
His heart skipped a bit as his gaze met hers. His shirt was bigger than hers, making her look cuter than she already did,d and her damp hair was tied in a bun. He swallowed hard as his face met her bare things. “You didn't wear the pants?”
She shook her head. “They were too big, I was worried that they would sweep the floor, let's eat”
She said brushing past him as she headed for the dining area. “Woah,” she said as her gaze met the food on the table. “There are so many,” she gasped.
He pulled out a chair for her to sit on. “Surely they taste better than your cooking,” he teased.
Her jaw clenched, forming on her face. “ I said that was long ago,” she said as she sat down.
He chuckled, moving to sit across from her.
“I'm sure it doesn't taste that good,” she said, throwing a piece of the food in her mouth, but it was amazing she couldn't hide it.
As they ate, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. And she noticed.
“Is there something on my face?” She asked.
Yeah, Beauty. “No,” he said, shaking his head.
After a few minutes, they were done and he packed the plates into the kitchen.
Olivia stood from her seat walking around the gigantic living room until her gaze caught a wine cellar. “You have a wine cellar?” She asked, opening it.
“Yes,” he said, approaching her.
She pulled out a red wine from the cellar. “This must be expensive,” she muttered.
“Do you want to drink?”
“Can we?” She asked excitedly.
“Yes, I will grab a glass,” he said,d, headed to the kitchen, and Olivia moved to one of the couches, positioning herself on it.
“Let me open that,” Noah said, approaching with a cup.
“No, I'll do it,” she said, attempting to pull it open, “give me a second,” she grunted. “Yeah, I can't open it,” she said, handing it to him.
He laughed sitting before her as he took it from her and opened it with one pull.
“Wow,” she said, calling softly. “You must be Superman or something”
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he filled her glass with wine.
“You know what I miss about my old body?” she asked, grabbing one of the cups, both of her legs tucked beneath her.
“What?” he asked, slipping from his cup barely paying attention.
“My sexy body”
He suddenly choked on his drink and began to cough as his drink went down the wrong pipe.
She turns to look at him.“Are you good?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, his heart racing rapidly.
But his heart only raced faster when he noticed that her shirt had risen up, exposing the smooth skin of her thighs. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away.
“Actually” Olivia suddenly turned serious. “I wish I hadn't gone back home that day,” she said, her fingers caressing the glass of wine in her hands. A nervous habit he knew all too well.
She let out a shaky breath .“The other prosecutors wanted to go out for a drink, but I declined and asked them to go alone because I was exhausted, but instead, I got killed.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to face him. “What if I never catch him and make him pay for what he did?” Her voice shook. “What if I never get to speak to any of my family ever again?”.
“Hey,” Noah said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Everything will work out fine I promise”
She shook her head. “You don't know that”
He placed his left hand upon her face, filled with the urge to protect her with every fiber of his being. “I'm here for you Olivia”.
She nodded, pulling him into a tight hug.
His heart raced as her breasts pressed against his chest. He hated himself for having dirty thoughts about her at a moment like this.
She pulled away from him, gazing into his eyes. “Thank you for being here, Noah, you are the only person I have right now.” She breathed heavily against his lips.
His fists clenched tight. She was so close, so damn close. He wanted to kiss her. God, he wanted to kiss her.
But before he could react, she moved away from him, her hand accidentally brushing his d**k.
“f**k” he muttered under his breath. He wasn't sure he could stop himself.
And he wasn't sure he wanted to.
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