CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE
DALLAS
After two weeks of cruising around the city, a bunch of food dates, late night arguing that leads to mind-numbing orgasms, it was finally time to return to New York.
We were currently in Oliver's private jet and about two hours into the journey. Neither of us had spoken to the other since we got on board. Oliver was busy with his laptop, while I was consumed with my thoughts.
I leaned back in my chair and reminisced about the past two weeks. It was blissful, almost like I was on my honeymoon, except the man I was with the entire time was my boss, not my husband.
A big part of me didn't want to leave. This city was peaceful and full of joy, and peace was one thing I've craved for a long time. It reminded me of how great it is to have fun, and to just let go.
But I wasn't the only one who had fun for those two weeks. These past few days, I got to see different parts of Oliver I didn't even realize existed. He smiled in the past few days more than he had ever since I've known him.
Whenever I introduced a new activity for us to try out, he would refuse at first, but would eventually cave in after much persuasion. But he ends up enjoying himself.
I got him to try all different kinds of Korean delicacies, especially street foods. It took a lot of arguments and pleas to stop him from purchasing the entire cart, like he did at Mia's. If he likes something, he'll buy it in bulk.
The only thing I couldn't get him to taste was soju. He has a very strong repulse towards alcohol. I didn't push it for too long because the last time I got drunk, I had spurted out all my carnal secrets about him. I couldn't afford that again.
I took him window shopping also. Lisa and I used to do it a lot. We'd go to the mall and try on dresses just to look pretty, then we'd return them. It was always fun.
But I should have known that Oliver wasn't Lisa. He bought all the dresses I tried on, including the ones that I admired. He didn't listen to any of my protests, so I gave up trying to convince him.
The window shopping ended up being a shopping spree. I did make sure to pick a few things for Heather.
During those times, we never talked about how things would be when we got back to New York. It was easier to pretend in Seoul. No one knows much about me.
Well, not since I made headlines for my mistake, but that was years ago. Anyone outside the fencing sport wouldn't remember.
Only a few people would recognize Oliver because he rarely appears on TV, but his name would turn heads. So I made sure not to say his name often while we were in public.
But it wasn't the same in New York. And I'm not stupid enough to assume he'd announce me to the world after just a few orgasms. But if this continues in New York, then I'll look like a whore. My pride wouldn't allow that.
“Hey!”
I flinched as someone tapped my shoulder gently, jolting me out of my thoughts.
I turned to see Oliver, staring at me with concern in his eyes.
“I've been talking to you for a while now.”
“Sorry, I didn't hear you.” I mumbled.
“What is it you want to talk to me about?”
“We'll be landing in a few hours.”
I gave him a simple nod.
He stared at me, his brows furrowed. His gaze was so intense that I felt he could see right through.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a long pause.
No, I'm not.
I want to talk to you.
Are you going to turn me into a whore and then toss me aside?
What do you want from me?
Several thoughts swirled in my head, but I chased them away. I wasn't going to bombard him with my emotions now.
“I'm okay.” I forced a smile, hoping it would convince him.
The look he gave me after told me it didn't. But I was relieved that he didn't push it. He leaned back in his chair. His gaze was still fixated on me.
“Have some snacks. You have barely eaten a thing since we got on board.” He asked after a few minutes of staring at me.
“I'm not hungry.”
“I wasn't asking.” His gaze was intense, and it bored into mine with a scrutiny that made me shudder.
He stood up and walked towards the kitchen and came back with a bowl of ramen noodles.
Really?
He set it before me and went to sit down without saying a word.
“Eat.” He said.
His tone held more concern than command. The fact that he was concerned about me was not helping the emotions currently swirling in me.
I wanted to protest further but the look on his face left no space for that. Also, I didn’t have it in me to argue with him. I picked up the chopsticks and ateA silently.
We didn't say a word to each other throughout the rest of the flight.
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“Gosh, this is so pretty.” Heather squealed as she admired her reflection in the mirror.
She was trying on the dresses I got from Seoul. Despite how magnetic Heather's personality is, my mind was wondering about a certain pair of ocean blue eyes.
I managed not to talk to Oliver during the flight, but I can't keep this up. I have to talk to him someday. But not today.
I picked up another dress from the heap on the bed and handed it to her.
“Here, try this one on too. It will look really good on you.”
“No, I can't take this. You already gave me so much. I'm really grateful.” She said.
“I got plenty so I could share with you. I already have enough in my closet. You can take it.”
She flashed me a sweet smile.
“Thank you so much, Dallas.”
“You're welcome.” I smiled back.
She picked a few more dresses before she had to leave to prepare dinner.
I laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I tried hard to not think about it but I couldn't help it.
I'm just going to try to fall asleep. My phone screen lit up and Lisa's message came in.
LISA: Have you checked the news?
DALLAS: You know I don't watch those. What happened?
Three dots appeared like she was typing and disappeared again. Something is clearly wrong.
I exited the messaging app and check
ed the trending headlines.
My hands froze and my eyes widened as I scanned it, word by word.
I'm totally screwed.
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