JULIAN'S POV
Seeing Olivia in that bar was the last thing I expected, and it was clear that she had indulged in more than a few drinks. My concern grew when I noticed her engaged in conversation with that sketchy character Austin, whom she referred to as a former colleague.
Colleague my ass. I'd seen the way he couldn't keep his eyes off her cleavage. I could tell his intentions were far from being professional. It was evident that he was taking advantage of her intoxicated state.
Lifting Olivia from her barstool, she began to protest, her actions erratic and uncoordinated, but I knew she needed my help and won't be able to walk properly.
I cradled her in my arms, her small handbag slung carelessly around my neck. She made attempts to distract me, but I remained steadfast, understandi
