Olivia's POV
After telling my story to Monte I lay down onto the bed wanting to forget about what just happened. The lights switch off, I hear feet shuffling and then I feel a thick arm circle my torso.
"You can tell me everything," is the last thing I hear before I shut down.
In the morning I turn around to face Monte. My heart jumps as our eyes connect, I cast my eyes down and find interest in on the pattern of the blanket. I finally make eye contact with him. Monte stares back, he's not moving he's not making any move to ask me any questions but stares back at me.
"So you not very fond of him, yes," Monte stands up holding his hand out.
"Fond of him? I despise his ass," I harshly grab Monte's hand and walk to the door.
"If I ever lay my eyes on him again, all hell will break
