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Chapter 11

Monday morning comes around faster than I wish it had. I swear I was on day three of my hangover. I swear as I get older alcohol just affects me differently, just can’t bounce back like I once used to.

I lock my door behind me, and I start walking to my car. Something stops me in my tracks. Oliver Dunn leaning against my car.

He’s in his casual clothes, dark sunglasses, white T-shirt, and jeans. He looks like a country boy right now. Sometimes I forget that he’s from Nashville and grew up on a farm with pigs, cows, and horses.

“It’s seven am. Why are you even here?” I had meetings all morning starting at eight sharp. I didn’t have time to deal with Oliver.

“If you answered your phone like a normal person, then you would know.” I roll my eyes. “You know how I feel about you rolling your eyes at me.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes again because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. I briefly had intruding dirty thoughts of Oliver, he had a way of handling me, it was different you could say.

“Well, then don’t be so condescending. Also learn how to take a freaking hint.” I walked a little closer to my car, but I didn’t want to get too close to him, so I kept my distance.

“I get the hint. I just choose to ignore it.” I roll my eyes again. “Again with the eye rolling.” He removes his sunglasses to look at me with those controlling Gray eyes. He just had to look at me.

“Just tell me what you want, Ollie. I have meetings to get to and you’re making me run behind.” If there was one thing Oliver appreciates, its a work ethic.

He takes a few steps towards me. I find myself holding my breath. I wish he didn’t have this effect on me.

“I owe you an apology, Hanna.” I stare at him.

“Okay, where is it?” He chuckles at me.

“You don’t make anything easy, do you?” He straightens his posture and clears his throat when I don’t respond to him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I ask immediately after. Those two words weren’t good enough for me, he had to do better.

“I shouldn’t have shown up drunk and forced you to have that conversation with me while I was in that state. It wasn’t fair to you. You deserve better.” I nod.

“I do.” I pause. “What else are you sorry for?”

He fiddles with his glasses before putting them back on, and that’s when I see it. I see a cut on his face that Weston left him when he punched him in my honor.

“I think that was it.”

“What about the kiss you were trying to plant on me?” I ask him. He smirks at me.

“I make no apologies for wanting to kiss you and for trying. I’m only sorry I failed and got punched for it.” I start rolling my eyes again but stop myself.

“You don’t just get to kiss me whenever you want, Ollie. We’re not together.” He takes another step toward me.

“Are you with the guy that punched me? He seemed quite agitated that I even tried.”

“He’s my friend, and he was looking out for me.” He smirks at me again. “What’s so funny?”

“There’s nothing friendly going on there just like there was never anything friendly going on between us.” I look away for a moment to control my face then look back at him.

“Believe what you want to believe.” He shrugs.

“I also came to clear something up with you.”

“What?” I ask.

“The miscarriage was hard on me, too, Hanna. I had finally gotten down with the idea of being a father, and it was all too quickly taken away from us. A piece of me died when our baby died.”

“Oliver...”

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that you’re not going through this alone. If you need someone, I am here for you.” He squeezes my shoulder.

“Thank you.” I say, it was all I could say.

For like ten seconds then I had to ask what was eating at me all weekend.

“Why did you try to kiss me?” I ask him. I needed to know.

“I have feelings for you, Hanna. I know you still feel some way towards me. I missed kissing you.” I just shake my head. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t have kissed me back.”

I laugh. “Do you not remember me pushing you back as soon as you tried?” I don’t think he did.

“That never happened.”

“Yes it did. I’m doing celibacy right now. I’m not dating, I’m not having sex, and I am most definitely not kissing anyone right now.”

“You’re doing celibacy?” He gives me a weird look.

“Yes I am.”

“I don’t see that lasting very long.” I roll my eyes. “Control your eyes.” He says.

“Control what you say to me then.” He chuckles.

“Control doesn’t exist around you, Hanna.” My breath got ragged when he said that. It was hot.

“Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s true, Hanna. If you asked me to fuck you on the hood of you car right now I would, I wouldn’t care who watched.” He then gets serious. “I want you, Hanna. I’ll prove to you that I’m serious, that I could be the one for you.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so I just stayed quiet.

“I’ll let you think about it, let me know when you’re ready to find out that I am very serious about this.” And with that, Oliver walked away from me.

I looked at my phone and saw that I was now running very late to my own meetings. Dammit.

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