Chapter hundred and one

Dallas

After staring at his retreating figure long after he was gone, the cold breeze suddenly hit me, reminding me of my currently naked body.

I dragged my feet forward and picked up my ruined dress. I tied it around my breast. It didn't cover much now, but it was better than nothing. I trudged towards the bedroom.

The door was slightly opened. It made a creaking sound when I pushed it open wider. I stepped in, dragging my gaze around. The lights in the bathroom were on and I could hear the water running.

I headed for the bathroom and was just about to go it when Oliver emerged.
I took a few steps back, narrowly escaping running into him. He'd ditched his suit and tie and was just in a plain white shirt and pant trousers.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” I asked.

He held my gaze, seeming to be forcing himself not to let his gaze wander. He dipped his hand in his pocket.

“To get the bag I packed. It's in the car trunk.”

My brows knitted in confusion.

“You packed a bag?”

He simply smiled at me.

“I told you, I wasn't going to let anything get in our way today.”

My confusion deepened as I wondered when he had time to pack. Everything had happened so fast this morning that I couldn't do anything except take a bath and get dressed, but he managed to pack a bag. It was amazing.

“I just threw in a few necessities while you were in the bathroom. It's an overnight pack, but we can order more things if we decide to stay here longer.”

It took me a while to recover myself. By then he already walked past me and grabbed his jacked that was draped on the couch. He fetched his car keys from his pocket.

“You can go freshen up before I come back.” He headed out.

I walked into the bathroom to clean up. My things were still slick with my juice. I contemplated soaking myself in the hot tub but opted for a quick shower instead. I didn't want to waste any minute with him by spending too much time in the bathroom. I wrapped my ponytail into a bun.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel I found in the bathroom. The towel was so small that it barely covers my ass. But there was nothing else I could wear while waiting for Oliver. My dress was so ruined.

I paced around the bedroom, taking note of the little things I skipped during my last time here. Like the neon green lamp on the nightstand. A super vague l painting hanging on the wall. I didn't doubt that Oliver painted that.

I walked out of the bedroom, clutching my towel tight. It seems he had added a few extra things to the cabin. There were small paintings of me lining the hallway. Most of them must have been from pictures he took unaware. My face was literally pasted on every corner of the house, but in a cute, beautiful way. The house literally screams ‘mine’.

I was so engrossed with admiring the paintings that I didn't notice Oliver sneaking behind me.

“Thought we might had a little improvement to the place.”

I flinched and spun on my heels immediately I heard his voice. I bit back the girlish attitude that almost squealed at the sound of his voice.

“You've been gone for a while. What took you so long?” I asked instead.

“I received a phone call. Did you miss me?” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer.

“A little,” I placed both my hands in his chest and he squeezed me slightly.

I felt the towel loosened but I couldn't care less if it fell off. I could go another round despite just having an orgasm wrenched out of me few minutes ago.

“Mm, that's good.”

That was the only warning I got before he scooped me in his arms in a bridal style. He held the bag firmly in the hand wrapped around the back of my knees. I giggled as he headed towards the bedroom.

He gently set me on the bed and placed the bag beside me.

“You need to get change.”

“What's wrong with my current clothing?” I meant it as a tease but his expression turned serious.

He sucked in a breath before saying,
“Trust me, I want nothing more than to rip that towel off your body and take you as I please…” I almost screamed at him to do as he said he would.

“But now is not the time. You look really tired.”

“I'm not tired. I'm perfectly okay.” I protested and stood up from the bed, my arms folded.

“You were stifling your yawns the whole way here. I should have let you go to sleep immediately. What happened in the living room was a temporary loss of control.”

He was right. I was exhausted from everything I had to deal with today and I so badly need to sleep. But I needed him more than I needed sleep. I just need to make him see it.

I took slow and purposefully seductive strides towards him. My hands fell to my sides. Just the wrong movement and the towel will definitely fall off.

“What was all that talk about christening the whole place then?” I asked, my voice low.

“We can still do that tomorrow. You need your rest.”

I sighed, but decided to give one more shit at convincing him.

“But…”

“Go to bed, little monkey.” He said with finality in his tone. He stepped forward and kissed my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

I stood there watching his retreating figure for a long time before deciding to get changed. I went through the bag for any of my clothes he packed. The asshole only packed his shirt and about two gowns that I definitely can't wear to bed.

“Why are all the shirts here yours?” I asked in a loud tone.

Oliver poked his head out of the bathroom.
“I told you, you look better in my shirt.” He smirked at me before retreating into the bathroom.

I didn't even have it in me to argue with him anymore. I simply grabbed a t-shirt and threw it on. I laid on the bed, determined not to fall asleep.

But I was already asleep by the time Oliver came out of the bathroom.
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I woke up earlier than Oliver, which was as weird as it sounds. He was incredibly morning person. Or maybe I just woke up early as it was still a bit dark. The only source of light was the moon cascading gently into the room through the window.

I don't think I'll ever get enough of seeing his handsome, peaceful face when he sleeps. I trailed my fingers over his face, taking in each detail and etching it to my brain. It's not like I could ever forget how magnificent he looked like.

My fingers itched to run through his hair but I knew that would wake him, so I stopped. I sat upright and grabbed my phone on the nightstand. Oliver must have made sure he put it there while I was asleep, presuming an accident and we're to happen.

I opened my messages thinking I'd get about a dozen message from Lisa gushing about something she saw online, or Heather, worrying about where I was. Even if it was her day off, I knew she'd drop by to check on me occasionally.

But the message I saw on my phone was from neither of my friends. Instead it was from someone I never expected.

It was a message from Ron Jang himself.