Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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"So, spill." Ollie says the moment the door to the hotel suite closes after we've returned from breakfast.
"Spill?" I repeat, hoping he's not asking why I went full blown mental patient during the breakfast with Denise.
"Yes, I can tell something is wrong so let's get it all out there and figured out before you let it fester."
"It's really nothing, Ollie. I'm fine." I say although it's clear we both know I'm not.
The truth is since the moment I've come back and seen Ollie as more than only a friend I've also become the world's most jealous human.
This knew and icky emotion is something I've never quite had to face before.
The most jealous I ever got was in school when Matilda Williams received a higher mark than I did on a term paper. That, and well, when Ollie would ditch me for his friends. More specifically, Tally.
And now I realize, I'm not only seeping with jealousy but I'm also a liar. Not only to Ollie with trying to convince him but to myself.
Because there's been multiple times I've been overcome with jealousy.
Tally at the bar, Tally when we were teenagers, Thylane when I saw pictures of them at the cafe, but also every article insinuating the two of them were actually a real couple.
Then, a vivid memory of three months before I came to London whirls around in my head. When I had talked Jeremy into renting Summer's End for a date night.
That was a massively terrible idea.
"Mmm, no babe. That wasn't nothing. What is it? The long distance?" He asks crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
I gulp and let my head fall back, "No. I'm just jealous." I admit with a long exhale.
His dark brows lift and he removes his hat with a smirk and tosses it to the unmade bed. "Jealous? Well jesus, Murry, I can't do much with that."
"I know. I know it's wrong and I need to get over it. I'm just trying to figure out how to overcome it because this is not something I'm used to."
"Well, considering I've spent the majority of my life as a jealous twat let me enlighten you." He slinks over with his crooked grin and suddenly I'm aware that the room has increased in temperature for some reason.
"Okay," I'm hoping for some uncharacteristicly good advice but the way he is looking at me like he's still hungry causes the heat to build between my thighs.
"There's no way around overcoming jealousy. Jealousy is a relentless bitch that you learn to live with." With his heavy gaze and slow stalking I find myself backed up to the door and excitement filling my veins.
"That's not the life changing advice I was hoping for, Oliver." I say, intending to sound coy but I only sound like I'm scared. He chuckles and his green eyes drop from mine and rake down hovering for moment on my mouth then slowly scales my neck and lingers on my chest.
