Chapter ninety three

Chapter ninety three

Dallas

I stood there, watching as Jenna slowly removed her hand from his jacket, her face coming into full view. Oliver backed up a few steps and said something I couldn't hear before he turned to walk away.

Our eyes met and his posture went rigid. His eyes widened slightly as he continued to stare at me. My eyes traveled to Jenna's face behind him and I instantly regretted it. A smirk was dancing on her lips. She ran her thumb on her lower lip and slowly tucked her hair behind her ear.

She kissed him.

My eyes burned with unshed tears. Maybe it's insane to jump into the conclusion, but I just saw them in close proximity and she just implied they kissed. I turned on my heels and stalked off, blinking away the tears that gathered at the corner of my eyes.

I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. Imnotgonnacryyyy.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm totally fine.

I chanted in my head and tried not to stumble on my steps as I hurried towards my room. I couldn't think about anything beyond the ringing in my ears. I heard Oliver calling my name from a distance but I didn't slow my pace.

I didn't want to see or talk to him. The logical part of me wanted to stop and hear him out. It could be a misunderstanding. Deep down, I knew he would never willingly touch her. For all I know, he's only ever touched me and his friends. He was still getting comfortable to their touch.

But the small emotional part of me choose to believe what I just saw. Jenna's words from earlier echoed in my head.

‘...he was mine since birth. You're not what he needs. You're just a temporary distraction…”

That's what I was to him. A temporary distraction. She was the real deal. The endgame. Not me. I had tried so hard to push Jenna's taunting words to the back of my mind and I was doing well. When he came back and came to me, I thought I could finally convince myself to forget her words. He came to me, not her.

My eyes burned as I realized how foolish I was to believe that. He would never come to me. He would always go to her. I don't have any of the ridiculous qualifications Jenna listed in the afternoon, but she does.

I walked into my room and was about to slam the door in frustration, but Oliver stopped it. He shoved the door open with so little force, adding to my frustration. My strength was no match for him.

“Leave me alone!” I yelled at him.

I was fighting so hard to keep the tears at bay, but seeing his face is making me lose the fight.

“I'll never leave you alone. You need to hear me out. Please.” He said the last word in an almost whisper.

“You don't have to explain anything to me. It's not like you were doing anything illegal. She's your fiancee and you have every right to make out with her. Maybe don't do it where anyone could see you. But who am I to even complain, I'm the other woman in your life after all. The both of you are definitely endgame. That's why you went there, right? Did you realize how important she was to you, and you want to hasten the wedding?…”

I continued blabbering on, afraid that if I stop I'll burst into tears. I don't have it in me to hold them back anymore.

“Slow down,” he said, his voice holding that silent command that I used to hate so much. Not because it made him sound bossy, but because my body seem to listen anytime he used it. It has this firmness in them that instantly shut you up.

I finally stopped talking and pressed my lips together, an eyebrow raised at him.

“First, we were not making out. She tripped and held my jacket for support. Second, you're not the other woman in my life, you're the only one. I'll carve it on my forehead if you want me to. Don't ever call yourself such demeaning title again.” He said.

“Yeah, you expect me to believe that?” I scoffed.

“Yes, because it's the truth.” His eyes softened and he took a step closer to me.

I took a step back despite every fibre in me screaming that I move closer to him. A flicker of hurt flashed in his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it came.

“So what were you doing when I caught you?” I queried, my eyebrows shot up in suspicions.

He drew a long sigh before handing me a piece of paper.

“I wanted her to sign that.” He said.

I collected it and scanned through the lines quickly. It already has both their signatures on it. My lips slowly parted as I read each terms.

I couldn't believe she would agree to something like this. It sounded like she willingly gave up her freedom. Who wants a husband who they can't call or visit anytime they want.

But I remembered the unhinged look in her eyes when she was going on about how she and Oliver were meant to be, I knew she would agree to the contract if it meant she would still be with him. She seems to be that crazy about him.

“Wow,” was the only thing I could say.

I didn't understand why Oliver didn't just break off the engagement if he doesn't want to be with her. Surely, Regina wouldn't pressure her son into doing something that he's shown clear disinterest in. But I knew she would do that.

“You can't do this to her.” I said quietly.

“She agreed to this and put her signature without hesitation. She doesn't want this arrangements too. I'm the best option for her before she's forced into another relationship if we don't get married. She knows that too.”

I shook my head at how clueless he was. He's so smart at everything and yet he couldn't see how the girl is tricking him.

“She's leaving tonight. I made arrangements before I got here. I don't want her to spend another night in the same house you're in. I refuse to make you anymore uncomfortable.”

“Won't need Jenna's father be pissed that you sent his daughter packing?” I asked, my curiousity piqued.

“It doesn't matter to me what anyone thinks. I only care about what you want. If it comes down to you and her, I'll gladly let her go.” he paused and stared into my eyes.

“It's only ever been you, Dallas. You've never come second to me. You're my endgame. Jenna is something I can't not do. A huge responsibility but that's all there is to it. That's how she sees me too. I can't lose you. I can't imagine been with someone that's not you. I care about you a lot.”

I could have sworn he wanted to say something else and not ‘care about’. A certain three words. I wanted him to say it. To give me those three words that would decide the fate of our relationship. I don't like doubting him. It hurt me more than it hurt him.

If he'd said those words in that moment, I would have given him everything without asking for anything. Because I know with every bone in my body that I felt the same way.

I'm madly in love with Oliver Kang. And I've never been more sure about anything in my life.