CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

DALLAS

Unlike the previous night where I woke up to an empty hotel room, Oliver stayed and even went as far as preparing a bath for me.

While I appreciated his gesture and thought it was sweet, I was a bit shocked. Granted, he had taken care of me when I was drunk, I could find a way to explain that.

But preparing a bath for me after tongue-fucking me was sweet. No one has ever done that for me before. It made my heart flutter.

Red light.

There has been a lot of ‘heart fluttering’ this past few days. And it’s becoming really scary.

What was more scary was how I assumed he would be joining me in the tub. And I think he wanted to, judging by how he lingered at the bathroom entrance. I didn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed when he left to receive a phone call.

I need to lock my emotions in a vault. So what if he did something no guy has ever done for me before? It doesn’t mean much.

I didn’t even know he could prepare a bath till today. I always do it for him back in New York.

But I wasn’t going to think about that. I’m going to relax and enjoy the reversal of roles while it lasted. I wouldn’t let some dumb and probably meaningless emotions that currently crowd my brain ruin it.

I stepped out of the bath and tied a towel around my body. I walked out of the bathroom. Oliver was sitting by the coffee table, scrolling through his phone. He raised his head and our gazes locked. We hadn’t said much to each other since we got here, but the tension had dissipated compared to the car ride.

Heat blazed in his eyes as he stared at me. I suddenly became nervous and a bit self aware. I chewed on my lip and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ears.

I instinctively tightened my grip on the towel, afraid that it might fall off. Something is seriously wrong with me.

He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from me.

“I asked that your things be moved from Lisa’s. They’d be here very soon.”

I nodded, my eyes darted around for anything I could wear while I waited for my things. My dress was ruined and I couldn’t stay in a towel. It barely covers my ass, and it shows an indecent amount of cleavage.

“You can wear one of my shirts if you want.” Oliver said.

Absolutely not. There is no way I’m wearing his shirt. The last time I was in his shirt, I did and said some really questionable things that I blamed on the alcohol. I’m not drunk so I can’t blame anything now.

The fact that he was offering was unnerving in certain ways.

But I had to accept it. The other option will be to stay in a towel and that was probably worse. So I gave him a reluctant nod.

I rummage through his suitcase and settled for the biggest shirt I could find. It stopped mid-thigh, but it was a few inches longer than the one I wore last night.

I turned on the TV to occupy my time while I waited, but I wasn’t paying any attention to the movie playing. My entire focus was on the man sitting a few feet away from me.

I couldn’t take the silence anymore. I turned around and blurted,
“Why are you mad at me?”

He raised his head from his phone and stared at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Why do you think I’m mad at you?”

“Well, you haven’t said much to be since we left the wedding, and then ‘the thing’ happened, so I just figured you were mad.”

“What thing?” He asked, his voice laced with amusement. The usual smug smile slowly crept on his face.

“The orgasm.” I said, maintaining eye content with him despite the war brewing inside me.

If he thinks I was going to shy away from it and pretend it didn’t happen, he was in for a shock.

‘Was that not your initial plan?’ a voice said inside me.

Yeah, but that was when I thought it was just a one time thing. I silenced the two voices in my head.

His smile widened and his expression darkened.

Seriously? What is it with this man and switching emotions faster than lightening?

I decided to change the subject before he could say anything more about the ‘moment’.

“So if you’re not mad at me why do you look so tense?”

He went silent, all traces of amusement disappeared from his expression. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to respond, he said,

“It’s not something you should worry over.” he hesitated before adding, “for now.”

I had a feeling that this concerned me more than he is letting on. But whatever it is, I wasn’t going to push it.
I simply nodded and turned back to the TV. A few minutes passed before the doorbell rang. I stood up to go get it but Oliver beat me to it. He came back after a few seconds with my travel bag and purse.

“You shouldn’t go answering the door looking like that.” he muttered.

“Looking like what?”

The heated gaze he threw at me answered my question. I snatched the bag from him and almost broke into a run on my way to the bathroom. His dark chuckle trailed behind me.

I made sure to lock the bathroom door behind me. Phone calls might not stop him this time.
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Few hours later, Oliver and I sat down for dinner in the hotel suite. The table was filled with different kinds of Korean food. Sushi, grilled salmon roll, miso soup, and so many more.

We ate in silence. Well, I ate and he played with his fork the entire time. He barely took a bite.

“How long do you plan to stay in Korea?” I asked, trying to fill the silence.

Also, he never really told me why he came to here. It couldn’t just be because of me. My cheeks flushed as the memory flashed across my mind.

“For a while.”

I took a sip of water and cleared my throat.

“I already booked my flight to New York. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Cancel it.”

“Why should I?”

“You’re leaving with me.”

“Why? We didn’t come here together. I did what I came here for. You should do yours too.”

“I told you why I came here.” he said and held my gaze.

“We should stay a few more days. Don’t you have places you want to visit?” he asked.

“Not really.”

“Well, I’m a tourist. I want you to show me around.”

I chuckled.
“A tourist? You were born here.”

“I’ve been away for more than two decades. A lot as changed since then.”

I nodded in affirmation.

“So will you show me around, please?” he asked, his expression softened.

“Okay fine. Where should I start from?” I placed my hand on my chin, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

“You can start by showing me all your favorite places in the city.” he said.

“My favorite places?”

He nodded.

“Well, I’m not sure you’ll like my favorite places. They’re not very touristy.”

“Try me.”

I clapped my hands together as a thought crossed my mind.

“Great. Then we’re starting from the amusement park.”

“An amusement park?” he asked, his face looked horrified.

A smirk crept on my lips. This is going to be so much fun.