Fucking Ella.
I turn on my heel before anyone can see me break, push back out the door, and make the walk back across the street with tears burning in my eyes.
Chapter fifty-one
Olivia
Thursday
One more day. I have one more day.
War ismine.
I want to be with War.
Tonight I’m telling him. Tonight he won’t pass me by last minute. No more hiding. No more last-second shrug-offs.
No more of this hiding shit.
I watch him from the window.
Like some creepy voyeur.
I chuckle to myself.
He’s my voyeur. Always watching me.
Camera in my office. Probably one in the apartment.
Definitelyin his penthouse.
But here?
Here he doesn’t watch me.
Doesn’t command me.
Doesn’t take what Iwillinglywant to give.
He just waits.
I never thought I’d hate a patient Warren Beaumont. But I do.
I liked the command. The control.
I loved never having to think about clothes, or food, or toiletries.
Anything I needed, it was just there.
And not juststuff.
It was the way he picked it all. Carefully. Expensively.
Like I was something worth curating.
He made me feel like I deserved it.
Never once did I feel less than.