A week had passed, and Bella was beginning to lose patience.
She had tried calling Oliver countless times, but every attempt ended the same way. Either he would tell her he was busy or quickly end the conversation.
Finally, she turned to Stacy.
"Call him," she instructed. "Tell him that I fainted at home and I'm still recovering."
And just like that, within an hour, Oliver appeared at her house.
7 a.m.
Bella sat on the couch, watching him rush inside with a satisfied expression.
Hmph.
"Busy, my foot."
Maybe he was getting tired of her. Maybe he was slowly losing interest.
Men were all the same.
At least, that was what she had always believed.
"Babe! Where are you?"
Oliver stumbled slightly on the rug as he hurried inside, trying to regain his balance.
"Where is she? Is she ok
