My Jaded Love, Dangerous Desires

9

Oli POV

Last night went perfectly.

Watching her eyes light up at what I had done made it worth all the anxiety and stress of setting it up.

I practically skipped down to the hotel foyer this morning to see her.

She was walking past the elevator as the door slid open.

“Hey, I was just coming to see you. Do you have plans for tonight?” She smiled up at me.

“No, none.” She answered softly.

“Can I take you out?”

“I would like that. I finish at 5 tonight.”

The sun starts to set around 6 and I have the perfect idea for tonight.

I got the idea yesterday when I was looking at things to do in and around Cherry Hill and I know Cait will love it.

“I will pick you up at 6.30 from your house. Is that enough time to get changed?”

She nods her head and bites at her bottom lip.

It’s like it’s hypnotizing me.

The rest of the day is spent thinking of how much I wished to chew on her bottom lip. I can’t get the image out of my head.

All last night I had to restrain myself from kissing her, but watching her bite that lip made it difficult.

“Oliver, what is up with you today?”

Max slams something down in front of me.

I look and see it’s a script.

“Nothing. What’s this?”

I pick it up and flip through it.

“A casting agent sent it over. Said you are perfect for it. Have a look and see what you think.”

I put it down on the coffee table in the center of the room and glanced at the clock.

Its hands seem to be moving extremely slow today.

As soon as it turns 6.15 I’m in the elevator on my way down to go pick Cait up.

I’ve been so anxious and excited about this that the day has dragged by.

I triple check I have everything I need and put it in the trunk of the car.

The drive over to Cait’s house has me turning into a bag of nerves.

I can’t believe how nervous I actually am.

I’ve never been nervous around women. Only Cait can make me feel like this.

KNOCK KNOCK

She opens the door and smiles at me.

I hold out a box of chocolates, making her smile as she takes them from me.

“You didn’t have to get me more things.”

I can see the giant stuffed bear I got her yesterday, still sitting on the sofa with a big smile on his face.

I can’t blame him.

I’d have a big smile if I got to see Cait every day.

“I know, I wanted to. Are you ready?” I ask.

She looks lovely in some jeans and a blouse.

Her hair is down and I imagine myself running my fingers through it.

“Yes," she says with her cheeky smile.

Something is different with her.

It’s a good difference though.

She’s more outgoing and open with me.

Maybe last night was just as good for her as it was for me.

I hold my hand out and she takes it.

When her hand touches mine, my heart races.

I open the car door for her and close it once she’s inside.

“So, what are the plans for tonight?” She asks as we drive along the road.

“It’s a secret,” I whisper, making her giggle.

I pull up outside of the old cemetery.

When I was looking for ideas of where to take Cait yesterday, it said about haunted ghost tours and ghost hunting and this cemetery is hundreds of years old.

I know Cait will love it.

She was always one for spooky things.

I still watch ghost-hunting shows because she would make me watch them with her.

The large metal gates loom above us. I stop the car and look at Cait to see her reaction.

She looks back at me.

Her eyes shimmer with mischief.

“What are we doing here?” Her face is coy and alluring.

“I thought we could go ghost hunting.”

I go to the trunk and grab the bag I’d put in earlier.

I put some flashlights in for us as well, so I passed one to Cait.

“Really?” she says, her eyebrow arched.

I nod my head as she walks beside me.

I feel my body inching closer to her.

As I walk, it leans into her automatically, itching to be next to her.

A rustle in some bushes has her stopping, looking around into the dark night.

She moves her flashlight along with her, shining her beam onto the bushes and old gravestones.

She moves closer to me, her back pushed up against my front.

She looks around frantically.

“Come on, let's go this way.”

I take her hand and interlock our fingers. Her hand feels like it was made to fit into mine. I enjoy her clinging to me as I guide her around. Every now and then she would grab my hand tight and move closer to me and I relish the moments she does it.

Some of the headstones are really big and old.

She takes her time admiring them.

She always did enjoy history and old things.

I can’t help myself.

I slip away when she’s not looking and hide behind one of the larger gravestones.

I watch as she realizes I’ve gone. She wraps her arm around her body whilst shining the light at the bushes trying to find me.

“Oli!” she says in a loud whisper, as if she’s not trying to wake the dead.

“Oli!” she says again, but louder this time.

She steps forward, looking around for me.

I duck down and wait for her to pass.

When she passes me, I sneak up from behind.

As I get closer, I can hear her muttering under her breath about how she is going to kill me.

“BOO!”

I shout and grab her at the same time, making her jump.

She grabs her chest and smacks me across my arm.

I can’t help laughing at her.

The face she made was priceless.

She doesn’t look impressed, though.

She looks really mad.

“Don't do that. I had a heart attack!” She pouts, pushing me.

I grab her arm and pull her closer to me.

It feels right having her in my arms like this.

I look into her eyes.

She holds all the secrets of the world behind her eyes.

Her hands reach up and she pulls my neck down to her.

Our lips collide together.

I bite down on her lip that’s been begging to be bitten, and she gasps.

I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting every inch of her.

Her other hand works its way into my hair and I feel her tugging on it lightly.

A small moan comes from her throat.

She pulls her mouth away, panting.

I lean my forehead against hers and close my eyes.

I’ve missed this so much.

I’ve missed her.

Now that I had tasted her again, I definitely wasn’t letting her go.

“What happens now?” She asks me.

“Now I get to keep you,” I say, leaning into her again and taking what I have yearned for, for so long.

The way her fingers scrap at my back fills me with passion.

The way she moans into my mouth fills me with excitement.

The way she kisses me lets me know she has missed me as much as I've missed her.

Even if I wanted to, I could never let her go again.

I loved her more than I have loved anyone or anything and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing her what she means to me.

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Cait POV

“Come sit down,” Oli says, pulling me down onto the ground.

I huddled up beside him, looking around at all the headstones surrounding us, and a shudder ran through me.

His arm drapes across my shoulder as he pulls me closer to him, his warmth seeping into my skin, warming me up.

“Here, have some of this.”

He rummaged through the bag he had brought with him and pulled out a flask.

He pours something into a cup and passes it to me.

I hold it in my hands, enjoying the warmth that seeps from it.

“Hot chocolate?” I ask as the smell drifts up towards me.

“What else would we drink to watch the stars?” He smiles down at me.

I lean my head against his shoulder, looking up at the lights twinkling above us.

His finger is making circles on my arm, but it feels nice.

“Let’s get you home.”

He stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up with him.

As he pulls me up, he grabs me around my waist, pulling me close to his body.

I circle my arms around his back and hold him close.

His body is warm against the cold night.

It shields me from the dark.

It feels good to be in his arms again like this.

“Here.” He says, taking his jacket off and draping it over my shoulders.

“Thank you.”

I stand on my tiptoes and place a kiss on his cheek.

His face turns fast, capturing my lips.

His mouth feels warm and familiar.

His kisses leave me breathless and desperately wanting more.

We walk back to the car hand in hand.

As we drive along the road, his hand rests in the center of the car with my hand resting on top of it.

I feel like I’m in a dream and I’m afraid I’m going to wake up any moment now.

“Did you not close your door?” He asked, confusing me.

I was too busy thinking of him and his mouth to notice that I was home.

“What?”

I look and sure enough, my front door is wide open.

“Yeah, I shut it.” I turn back to look at him.

He glared at the house.

His face hardened.

“Stay here.” He demanded, opening his car door and jogging up the path towards my house.

“Oli no!” I shout but it’s no use, he’s already gone inside.

I locked the car door and watched for anyone trying to leave.

The light flickers on and my heart beats wildly in my chest.

It felt like it took an eternity, but it was only a few minutes.

He walks down the path toward me. His face is stoic and I can’t tell if he’s found something or not.

“Everything is ok.” He grunted as he tried to open the car door.

“Oops, sorry,” I smiled, unlocking the door.

I climbed out of the car to his waiting hand.

“I must have left it open.”

“I’m gonna stay for a bit to make sure you're ok.” His voice was very matter-of-fact-like, making me worry he did find something inside.

If he did, he wouldn’t leave my side or he would be insisting I stay with him. I push the worry aside and embrace the fact his hand is in mine and that he kissed me tonight.

I turned as we got to the door, placing my hands against his firm chest to stop him from coming inside.

I slipped his coat off my shoulders and handed it back to him.

“I'll be fine. I simply forgot to close the door. Go and get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow.” He smiled at this.

“Really?” He asked, squinting at me.

“Yes really. You’re staying where I work.” I teased.

His brows knitted together, but his eyes flickered with humor.

“Goodnight.” He said softly, kissing me gently.

His stubble brushed against my skin, making it itch, but I didn’t care. I welcomed this itch.

His tongue pushed into my mouth and I allowed it.

It swept across my own, making my mind swim with excitement.

His hand firmly held the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him, the kiss deepening.

My hands rested against his chest, his solid muscles felt amazing beneath my hands. When he pulled away, I felt myself leaning into him more, my mouth greedily wanting more.

“Give me your phone.” I took my phone from my pocket and passed it to him.

He typed something, then gave it back, smiling.

“It’s getting harder to leave you.” He uttered, his voice was low but so so sexy.

He pulled me again, so I was flush against him. He leaned down and into me.

“Goodnight Oliver,” I whispered into his mouth, stepping back into the house and closing the door quickly before I changed my mind and dragged him inside.

I strolled through the house in a daydream.

Tonight was perfect.

I dropped down onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling reminiscing about the events of tonight.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way it felt, kissing him.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

THE FOLLOWER POV

Slipping in and out of her house is easy as pie.

She never locks her door.

Even in the dead of night.

I could easily slip into the house and slit her throat whilst she slept, and no one would ever know I had been there.

Last night was close, though.

She almost caught me.

I slipped out of her room when she went into the bathroom, then hid in her spare room until she fell asleep.

She thought it was her stupid cat.

I was finally glad to be rid of it.

All it did was cry and claw at the door.

It almost got me caught at the hotel.

I watched as she left with him, Oliver.

The hate I’m feeling for her is simmering slightly.

I have to admit, she is quite beautiful.

I look around her room and find the perfect spot.

A picture frame hangs on the wall with the perfect view of the fireplace and sofa.

I connect the small camera up and hide it inside the frame.

The design and pattern on it make it blend right in.

Next, her bedroom.

There’s only one place I can think of in here and that’s her light shade.

I stand on the bed and reach up, putting the small camera on the inside of the shade so it looks down at the bed.

I make sure to straighten the sheets when I climb down so she has no idea anyone was in here.

Her closet door is open, so I decide to take a peek.

A box on the floor sticks out like it’s just been recently looked at.

I reach down and pull it out, opening the lid up.

Pictures of Cait from when she was younger fill the box, but that’s not what is special about the pictures.

In these pictures, Cait is always with a young Oliver Wilson.

“Always so cute, Oliver,” I say to myself.

I take the pictures out to look at them closely.

As Cait gets older, the pictures become more intimate between them both.

Pictures of them laughing together, holding hands, smiling up into the camera.

Happy faces.

I stop shuffling through them when I spot a picture underneath some love letters.

I pick it up and run my fingers over Oliver’s face.

His hair is ruffled, as is Cait’s.

They both smile whilst she’s laying in his arms.

The sheets pulled up around them both.

I take the picture and put it into my pocket for my collection.

As I’m leaving, I spot her car keys sitting on the table by the front door.

I pick them up and pop them into my pocket.

Satisfied with my work, I leave her house, but I want her to know she’s not as safe as she thinks, so I leave her front door open.

I can’t help but snicker to myself at what I’m going to do next.

She makes this far too easy for me.