OLIVIA
"Get down on your knees and beg, Jake Carter," I said, my voice cold and icy.
"What?" he blurted out, clearly flabbergasted by my words. He gave me a nasty and belittling look.
"Are you out of your mind? Why would I kneel to you?" he thundered, loosing his cool. He raised his voice, attracting murmurs from the workers around.
For a moment, it felt like he had finally got himself; I wasn't the nobody, he thought I was. He was forgetting that. I'd risen up to a much higher level than him, but of course, his pride wouldn't let him acknowledge it.
I simply shrugged. "It's your choice," I muttered, turning to walk away but Asher's voice stopped me. It was the first time he had spoken that morning.
He shot a quick glance at me. "He'll do it," he said, his voice rough, his expression
