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Chapter posted - October 2, 2020

My favorite spooky season is here! Drop me some horror movie recommendations pls! If you haven't already, I recommending watching The Haunting of Hill House. This is a long chapter so enjoy jealous and horny Oliver! Thank you guys for over 80k views on this story <3

Playlist song: Teyana Taylor - How You Want It 

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C H A P T E R  14

Oliver

          I barely managed to escape an encounter with my grandparents. Still annoyed from the last time I went over, I stayed parked in the driveway, watching Grayson cross the threshold. Brian Ashford Sr. poked out his head to see me in the dark, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, but I zoomed out of there faster than you could say bye-Felicia.

Jared texted me to ask if I wanted to shoot up some late-night pool at MacGregor's. I said yes. Trent, the horny bastard, wouldn't be joining us, seeing as him and his girl were too busy sixty-nineing on this fine Sunday evening. Couple shit and all.

When friends started dating amongst friends, the dynamics got weird. Especially considering that Cher was like a semi-sister to me. Occasionally I had a hard time staring at her when we all hung out. The image of her splayed on a kitchen table, cum ribbons all over her torso and Trent between her thighs looking like a hulking demon who'd just fucked his mate was branded in my head. And honestly? Fucking kill me. I wished I could throw that memory in my brain's trash bin. I'd tried. But I'd been unsuccessful, obviously, if I were still talking about it.

Truth be told, Jared and I were pretty lame. We were young, in our prime, and instead of sampling the variety of fine women at our disposal, we were shooting billiards like two losers on a weekend night.

I needed to break my dry spell soon. I couldn't take this anymore.

Next thing you know, I'd be fisting myself every night to the thought of my sensual roommate, and that could fucking. Not. Happen. Again.

"Take your shot." Jared set his cue stick aside. "I'm going to grab a drink."

I leaned over the table and lined up, before feeling pairs of eyes on me. My skin prickled. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a small group of women eyeing me and giggling. I winked at them playfully. They were cute, older, attractive. But did barely anything for my cock. Unfortu-fucking-nately.

I went back to my game and took my shot. Jared conversed with a bartender as he ordered his drink. "Oliver, you want anything?" he hollered, drawing in useless attention. "Babyyyy?"

I sauntered over and ordered a coke. As we were talking, Donovan Shaw – owner of MacGregor and Jared's late brother's best friend – slipped out of a back office, in his full three-piece suit glory. He was tall, built strong like a grizzly bear and a bit on the brooding side. Despite looking like a scary motherfucker with that impassive look, he was always genteel whenever he ran into us.

Like right now, where he glared at his bartender and told him not to charge Jared and I a dime for our drinks. Perks of coming to this place. Quiet. Cozy. And free drinks.

We were discussing something trivial, before Heidi – Jared's brother's widow – materialized next to us. She gave us a warm welcome before pinning Don with bedroom eyes.

"Kyle is with Hunter and Gabby," Heidi informed Donovan. "They've offered to babysit him for the remainder of the night."

Jared and I exchanged shit-eating grins. Donovan coughed, pink tinging his cheeks, before he spoke in his rumbling voice, "Is that so?"

"Mhm. See you later, fellas." Heidi pushed Donovan back with small shoves towards his office and he happily walked backwards. Just before they entered his domain, Donovan's cheeks hollowed as he slipped his tongue into Heidi's mouth and her hands all but ripped at the bulge in his pants.

"Yikes," I laughed when the office door slammed shut. Everyone in the bar saw the little show they put on.

This wasn't the first time we spotted Heidi at MacGregor's for a late-night booty call. I knew from previously coming here that two minutes later, the sound of their fucking and her noises (yep, she was a screamer) would be an undertone to the music blaring through the speakers.

"Fuck, I'm never getting that out of my head." Jared cringed, taking a swig of his drink. "How's living with Teagan, by the way? You guys getting comfortable?"

I all but chucked bitterly. Comfortable? If you called me having a hard-on for my ex-best friend, jerking myself to the thought of her sensuality, and undressing her at the end of the night, then sure. I was getting way too comfortable.

Boundaries, Oliver, I reminded myself.

"Oh, shit."

"What?"

"Oliver..." Jared warned, clucking his tongue. "I don't like that look on your face."

"What look?" The bastard was too perceptive for his own good.

Jared's eyes burned into mine, willing me to understand something. "So everything is good between you guys? No fights..."

"Jesus, give us a break. You guys want us to mend our friendship but then are under the impression that Teagan and I don't like each other. We're fine. We've established a schedule. We get along. We're grown adults. I like living with her; she's not troublesome."

Unless she was leaving the bathroom door unlocked and giving me the best unintentional peep show of my fucking life.

Shit. I couldn't allow my mind to wander there. I controlled my breathing, taking a sip of my drink.

Jared looked skeptical but he didn't push it. He did say something that set my teeth on edge. "Careful, Oli. Don't touch that one. It's not going to end well."

I ignored his warning. Because that's exactly what I'd been telling myself all day long. The stillness between us was comfortable. I knew Jared meant no harm with his words. In fact, he was trying to prevent what he thought (and reasonably so) would be a fucking shitshow if Teagan and I ever crossed the line.

I took a sip of my coke, remembering that I needed to ask Jared for a favor. "Remember Axel Dion?"

"Yeah. What about him?"

I scratched my stubble. "I need to get in touch with him."

Jared sat up straight like an arrow, hearing my tone. "For what – is everything okay?"

Axel Dion was heavily resourceful and an old friend. I'd lost his number when I changed phones a few months ago. Last I heard, he was in New York. A couple years back when Jared was having trouble with a local gang in the city, Axel had helped him tie some loose ends.

I needed to tie some loose ends now. Namely in the form of Ava Marino and her little disappearance. To be honest, I didn't believe that Ava didn't have an online print. There was no way, despite what she led people to believe. Once I figured out how to tackle this mystery and started digging, I might need help from Axel and the many tools he kept in his repertoire.

"Just need to catch up. Been awhile."

Jared gave me Axel's number, but not without casting me looks that claimed he knew I was working something up my sleeve.

My friends needed to stay in the dark. The less people involved, the better I assumed.

* * *

It was way past midnight when I came back home. The lights in the condo were off, except for the dim one emanating from the kitchen's stovetop. I went to turn it off, before spotting a passed-out Teagan on the couch. Her body was twisted in an uncomfortable manner, her neck tossed over the arm rest and one leg dangling on the floor.

Upon closer inspection, a wine glass sat on the coffee table with an empty bottle. Goddamn, she'd demolished it.

The back of my neck heated up seeing her like this. It almost looked like she was waiting for me to come back home. But why would she, right? Guilt clawed at my stomach for the way I'd left her, acting like a jackass. My go-to reaction when it came to her.

Teagan snored softly, her mouth barely parted, her chest rising and falling. Her face was etched in deep sleep, but her body yelled discomfort.

Should I have texted her my whereabouts? Told her when I was coming home? Just said: fuck it, Teagan, I'm sorry?

Against my better judgement, I bent over her and adjusted her head gently and lifted her leg. I guessed tonight she'd be sleeping here. I pivoted, my intentions to grab her a blanket from the linen chest, before her hand clasped my wrist in her sleep.

"Oli," she whispered low. I brought my ear closer to her mouth to hear better. She mumbled my name again. "Oli..."

"Teagan," I whispered back, giving in to the odd urge to tuck the stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

She held me in a freakishly strong grip. I could shake it off. But damn me because I didn't. I didn't want to. I should have left her there for the night. Yet against every boundary I'd established for us, I leaned forward to cradle her in my arms.

I'd carry her to her room honeymoon style, deposit her amongst the pillows in her bed, cover her with a comforter and then hasta la vista, baby to my own room. Where I'd no doubt be jerking myself to unholy videos of Middle Eastern porn stars.

But that didn't happen.

As if she could sense me, Teagan's arms vined around my neck as my arm came under her back, lifting her to me. I was going for her legs next...Until they suddenly wrapped around my fucking waist.

I stood up, swaying with a mixture of surprise and what the fuck. My fucking jezebel, enchantress, and ex-best friend stuck herself to me like a deadly octopus, her tentacles weaving themselves to my body and holding on for dear life. Like we were one entity.

One of my arm bracketed her lower back like a gentleman. The other hand scooped the underside of her thigh, near the skin that melded into her voluptuous ass like a cheap pervert trying to cop his first feel.

Her head rested against my shoulder, her mouth on my neck. So close that if she wanted, she could suck my rascal tattoo between those plump lips. I tried to keep the X-rated thoughts at bay, because it wasn't fair to think of her this way. She had no idea what kind of beast she stirred inside of me – the kind that liked to ride pussy really hard and grasp a woman's throat so she could see who was pounding into her ferally. Or handcuff her to my headboard and have rough, filthy sex all night long.

Tucking her close to me, I bounded down the dark hallway towards her room.

Teagan wasn't itty bitty model skinny. She was slim at the waist, but with hourglass curves meant to bring a man to his knees. She weighed more than the girls I screwed, but I didn't break a sweat. I could bench press like a motherfucker, so a passed-out chick was nothing.

Unfortunately, with every step down the hallway, her decadent body jolted against mine, her hard nipples literally drilling against my pecs. Teagan's cotton short covered pussy rubbed against my abs, and I swear I could feel the heat through the fabric of my shirt. I gritted my teeth, trying to breathe though this ordeal. I hoisted her higher against my body when she slipped the slightest bit. Rubbing against my bulge. She moaned in her sleep, the sound going straight to my balls.

"Himeros," she murmured something unintelligible against my neck as I kicked open her door and flickered on the light. I wanted to drop her like a hot potato and run off to my room, but she decided to rouse awake in those few seconds.

I climbed her bed on my knees and gently lowered her. Her back hit the soft sheets and her eyes fluttered open on a sleepy moan. I was in the process of untangling her arms from around my shoulders when she gasped horrifyingly, knifing up, her legs still wrapped tightly around my hips.

She wheezed as her forehead collided with mine and I got all sorts of disoriented, feeling like my whole world tilted on its axis. My hand buried into the nape of her neck as I hissed, holding her to me. It was comical really. Little stars danced around my head. "Fuck. Your skull made of steel of something? Holy shit, Teagan."

My frontal lobe felt like it got tackled by a football linebacker. I went dizzy.

The grogginess slowly ebbed away, but it was still there in her gaze as she came down to planet earth, still a little drunk. "Oli...wha...ooh, G-God. I'm s-sorry."

She dropped her legs from around my waist, seeming embarrassed. I collapsed on the bed beside her, clutching my forehead and trying to ease the throbbing she caused.

I stared at the stars and realized that wait, this wasn't in my head. She had, in fact, glow-in-the-dark stars stamped to her ceiling. A little kiddish of her, but cute I guess.

Soft hands moved mine away before she lightly grazed my forehead with her fingers, slurring, "I'm sorry, Oli."

"You're wine drunk."

Teagan leaned over me, her eyes glazed and tits squashing against my chest as she inspected my injury. She did a shit job, too, sloppily patting my forehead and cheeks. I didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't going to find anything.

"You must have fallen asleep waiting for me," I murmured. My eyes were riveted to her cleavage and it looked a second away from coming out and playing peek-a-boo with me.

Teagan smiled drunkenly, not saying a word, just watching me through half-mast eyes. She leaned over me more firmly, folding her forearms over my chest and putting her chin on them.

"I was going to leave you on the couch but... I figured you'd be cranky in the morning. You're the only chick I know who, if given the opportunity, would marry her bed."

Still, Teagan didn't say anything. I was lying down in her soft bed, fully clothed and Teagan decided that I was her bed for the night. She was plastered on top of me. And why didn't I move her away? Yeah, I didn't know either.

Lightly, as she fought against her sleep, her fingers touched my forehead and temple – a silent apology. "Goodnight, Himeros."

Who the fuck was Himeros? Another motherfucking guy? Wyatt's middle name?

Then she flat out fell asleep on top me, her mass of long black hair surrounding us like an inky curtain. I took a deep breath, my hand gently threading through her locks. "Fuck my life."

I fell asleep five minutes after, cocooned in my enchantress's arms as she snored softly.

* * *

"I'm coming," I barred through clenched teeth, pumping my hips, causing Noreen's eyes to widen. Tears coursing down her cheeks, but a wild smile wrapped around my cock. My fist in her ponytail clenched as my cum filled the condom.

Condom for this particular blowjob, because I didn't know where Noreen's mouth had been, and she was notorious for screwing the other waiters at the restaurant. She was a nice enough girl. Oftentimes gave me come-hither smirks and I decided to finally act on it this afternoon because shit, I needed to have my dick sucked so damn bad.

I woke up this morning in Teagan's bed, both of us woven in each other's arms, with glorious morning wood. If she'd been my girlfriend, her sleep shorts would have been scrunched to the side and I'd be balls deep inside her, plowing hard until she'd be moaning loud enough to wake up the fucking neighbors. But she wasn't my girlfriend and therefore off-limits for more than that reason.

Ergo Noreen got the job done and sufficiently too, might I add. She knew I wouldn't call her. She knew I wouldn't give her a relationship. Because that's not what she wanted either. She'd just wanted to suck my cock like she stated ten minutes ago, and I complied happily.

I disposed of the condom in a nearby bin and tucked myself. Noreen wiped the black mascara streaks down her face and grinned at me.

"You good, sweetheart?" I asked her out of politeness.

When she nodded, we left the secluded alleyway by the side of the lot and headed back into 1001 Nights for our shifts. To be discreet, she went in first and I entered through the back door two minutes later.

There were no employees in the backroom, so I figured everyone was on the floor. Including Elliott and Alessandro who'd be joining me in the upstairs portion as we prepped the speakeasy. Of course, Mickey bailed today and Maria was coming in late because of a doctor's appointment. So it all fell down on my shoulders.

I decided to head for the bathrooms, but a rough voice stopped me in my tracks, emanating from the small alcove near the hallway leading to the janitor's closet. I recognized Alessandro's husky tone. Usually it was bored and disinterested. In this moment, it echoed low, sharp and near frantic like.

I flattened against a wall where he couldn't see me as I listened to his conversation.

"Lo so, Zio. I've been working on it. You can tell papà if he asks. Salvatore, too," he grated. "I'm not stupid. I know Damiano has been in the city, checking up on me. I'll come back to New York when I've wrapped up my business. Won't be much longer. Si, Ciao."

Alessandro spoke Italian, but I understood the gist of his conversation. Someone was on his case about something and some guy was here to check up on him. Didn't sound like a friend visiting from the way he spat the name.

And what kind of business was he talking about?

This whole exchange seemed out of character for Alessandro. But when I really thought about it, he was similar to Ava in the sense that we didn't know much about him. We knew that he drove a crotch rocket to work, was partial to Italian leather, boxed to keep in shape, and had an unhealthy addiction to Baci Perugina chocolates. All mundane things I'd picked up from watching him. But they were useless when it came to defining someone down to their very core.

Alessandro Corsetti was hiding many layers behind his carefully composed mask.

It struck me then how odd it was that Alessandro had started working at 1001 Nights a month after Ava Marino became lead singer, over more than a year ago. Hiring muscle for the speakeasy portion wasn't an idea that Mickey had until Alessandro came along with his resume.

It was a good idea to have security upstairs, but it wasn't needed then. Especially when Mickey already had his security crew who worked the restaurant downstairs – Rob and company.

What did he mean when he said his business should wrap up soon? Did that mean Alessandro was leaving the city in the upcoming weeks?

I took that moment to casually emerge from the hallway, whistling. My oxford wingtips made enough noise to alert him of my arrival.

Sandro only looked surprised for two point five seconds, before he covered it with practiced boredom. "Hey, Oli."

Too precise. Too measured.

There was the in I needed to file him as suspicious. Maybe I was exaggerating, but something didn't sit well in my gut the more I thought of how close Sandro had seemed to Ava. It didn't sit well with me the more I thought of Ava and him being so similar in the way that they both kept their lives locked up from their own 'friends' at work.

"Hey, man," I returned, folding my arms across my chest and leaning against the opposite wall. I engaged him in small talk just to gauge him some more. I liked Alessandro – I did – but I felt like I was looking at him through new coloured lenses.

And what I saw was someone dark, secretive and puzzling.

And I loved a fucking mystery.

I smirked as his phone lit up with a text message, catching the picture of a pretty girl as his lockscreen. "Girlfriend?"

Alessandro leveled me a look that was nearly a sneer. "Not even close."

"Hm. Cute." I started heading towards the upstairs for the speakeasy.

"Oliver?" he called out to me, but I heard the testiness in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"Mind your fucking business."

Before the end of my shift, I'd sifted through Alessandro's belongings in his locker. I'd sneakily observed him enough time to know his combo. Once in, I took pictures of his driver's license and any other information that seemed important. The other stuff in his locker was redundant, but I still registered everything.

I did notice he kept his phone on him, even though Mickey had a strict no-cellphones-on-the-floor policy.

During closing I snuck into the office and rifled through employee records, where I took pictures of Alessandro's file. When I plugged his home address into my GPS, I noticed he was currently living in a condo, one minute of a walk from Ava's Marino's old address.

Coincidence?

I fucking hoped so.

* * *

"Darling, I'm hooome," I sing-songed when I entered our place.

I got home pretty late. The sound of the shower was on, so I knew Teagan was in there. The one thing I hadn't considered about having a roommate was the shower time. Sometimes Teagan and I got home roughly around the same hour and we both wanted to wash the day away. Last time we flipped a coin to see who went first since no one wanted to shower second. Wet tiles, steam and all.

It was my turn to cook, but because Mickey dipped on his managerial duties, I had to work longer hours and couldn't make dinner. At least Teagan didn't make me feel too bad about it. To make up for the last minute switch, I'd ordered her Uber Eats while I was at work.

Chicken Pad Thai okay for you? – Olive Oil

You're actually cooking dinner for once?? *shocked emoji* Oh, my god. I was so sure you'd half-ass it tonight and order pizza again. – Boston Tea Party

Ha-ha-ha. Fuck you. I'm working late hours again because Mickey isn't here, and I have to close. You mentioned craving it last week. I'm going to order you some. – Olive Oil

Oh. That sucks. Yes please. I'll be home in twenty minutes 😊 – Boston Tea Party

Ordered. x – Olive Oil

We had a decent routine going for us. She was agreeable and easy to live with when her sexual appeal wasn't taunting the living hell out of me and giving me boners.

Unsurprisingly, Teagan had left me more than my fair share of dinner. She always did that, even when she cooked. There was ¾ of the chicken Pad Thai left in the Styrofoam container and my stomach rumbled on cue.

I wolfed down my dinner while Teagan continued showering. After making quick work of the dishes, I left the kitchen, spotting a package by the door. It was from Tara but didn't specify to who. So technically, it was fair game, right?

I was about to regret my decision in ten seconds.

Too curious for my own good, I ripped through the package (Asshole move, I know. I should have waited for Teagan) and was left fucking dumbfounded.

Tara had gotten Teagan a fucking brand-new purple vibrator.

A post-it note attached to it read: Tee, baby. This one is my all-time favorite toy. Enjoy. Xoxo

* * *

Teagan padded into the living room ten minutes later, where I sat with a glass of whiskey, watching an organized crime documentary on Netflix.

"Hey! You're home." She beamed wide.

I didn't say anything, choosing to take a swig of my drink. I relished the burn coating down my throat. It gave me something else to think about, other than Teagan lying in her silk sheets, legs spread wide, dark locks fanning her pillows, face screwed in pleasure, softly thrusting the vibrator into her pussy.

"Oliver?" She stepped closer. Her sweet, calming lavender – and lurking with a hint of vanilla – smell wafted over to me. I took another hearty pull of Jack Daniels.

Teagan joined me on the leather couch, sitting crossed legged beside me. Reluctantly, my eyes devoured her: shower-wet strands hanging down to her waist, face natural and bare of any makeup, and wearing a pale pink virginal night gown that reached her knees. Seriously, what was her deal? Sometimes she donned granny attire, other times (like last night) she'd wear the skimpiest tank top and shorts to bed. I couldn't keep up with her.

"You okay?" Her brows furrowed as her brown eyes cascaded over my body from head to toe like she was analyzing me for injuries.

"Hmm."

She laughed nervously. "You're acting weird... Hello. Hi. Welcome back home. How was your shift? Mine was great. I hope you aren't too tired. I'm not. Do you want me to heat up your dinner? Get you another glass of whiskey? Maybe we can watch a show together?"

I looked at her miserably, before blurting out, "I opened your package by accident, and I know Tara sent you a purple vibrator."

Ever so slowly, Teagan's tan skin suffused with a pink blush and her mouth parted, her tits rising and falling with...annoyance? Anger? Shame? I wasn't too sure.

"What?" She tried not to screech.

"I'm sorry, OK?" I shot, raising my hands in surrender. "My curiosity got the better of me, I opened it and now I know." I know what you'll be doing in the middle of the night, in your dark room, while I masturbate on the other side. "In my defense, it wasn't specifically addressed to you. Nonetheless, I wish I hadn't opened it." Because now I couldn't erase the image of her from my head.

Not that I had much luck doing so prior to finding her vibrator.

Boundaries my Canadian, Indian, Russian ass. I was fucked.

Like fire caught her bottom, Teagan yelped up and ran for the package by the door. I tried to measly pack it back the same way I found it but failed of course. Teagan tore through it and pulled out the purple vibrator, giving it a critical look.

Not that she needed to know this, but my cock was longer and thicker.

Tara did a shit job picking out a sex toy for her friend, if you asked me. At least give her something that was eight inches long. Something that would satisfy her.

I drained my whiskey and went to the kitchen to pour myself another one.

"I won't be judged by you," Teagan murmured solemnly from somewhere behind me.

My fingers tightened around my glass to the point where I feared shattering it with the pressure I exerted. I spun around, gritting, "I'm not judging you."

"I'm a young woman who needs relief. I'm not ashamed. Tara was just helping me out."

"Why don't you give Tara a gold medal for best BFF? Better yet, why don't you call Wyatt? He's nice. Or maybe you already did, and his performance wasn't stellar. Therefore now you need a damn vibrator to do the job," I seethed for no damn reason.

I sounded unreasonable even to my own ears. I had a feeling Wyatt had touched her the way I'd wanted to, and God help me.

Teagan's eyes widened and she all but whacked me with the offending toy.

I deserved it.

"Why are you being so crass? Jesus Christ. What has gotten into you? Who pissed in your breakfast this morning, Oli? Because it certainly wasn't me!"

"I'm sorry!" I threw at her again, before marching towards my room. I needed a shower. I needed sleep. I needed to fuck myself. Plain and simple.

This morning's blowjob hadn't been satisfactory, and it was all Teagan's fault. Any relief I felt was mild. The minute I saw her, my lust came rushing back tenfold stronger.

I stopped when I reached my bedroom door, tipping my head back and downing the remaining whiskey in my glass. Dammit. There was an itch travelling along my whole body, but it couldn't be scratched. This girl – no woman – she got under my skin.

Suddenly, I felt like teenage Oliver, hopelessly in lust with his girl best friend. I felt trapped in those moments once again, where no woman held a candle against Teagan. Teagan, with her intoxicating eyes, lazy goddess smirk, funny jokes, beautiful mind, and sensuality. I was fucked.

And I refused to travel down that rabbit hole again.

It got me nowhere. It got us nowhere.

That night was only successful in ruining whatever male pride I had left, smashing my ego to smithereens, making Teagan cry, forcing me to say words that ended our friendship and driving us away from each other for years.

Teagan stomped after me like a little kid, huffing. She yanked me around by my suspenders – a move that would have literally pissed the shit outta me if she didn't look so delectable. "Oliver!"

I wanted to crush this woman to my chest, absorb her warmth and give her mine in return. I wanted to say fuck it and fist her hair and stamp my mouth over hers just so I could remember if she tasted as good as she had all those years ago.

The truth lay suspended in the air between us

Young Teagan had tasted sweet, like my favorite candy. Grown up Teagan? She would taste like sin, like my fucking demise.

"What is it?" I growled, crowding her against the hallway wall.

"Excuse you." She laughed without humour, disbelievingly. "I'm not doing this shit with you. Your mood swings aggravate me. Some days you're obscenely nice. Other days you're a completely ass."

"I'm sorry," I snarled, so close to her shiny, inviting mouth. If she were game to taste the whiskey on my tongue, I'd be kissing the fuck of her right now.

She tugged at my suspenders, gluing my body to hers. I felt the heat of her breasts against my chest. I fought the groan threatening to climb out. "What is it, Oli? You jealous Tara gave me a vibrator? You want one? What's eating at you?"

"Drop it." My hands clamped her hips hard and my fucking wet dream only canted them against me. My dick was rising to life.

"No. Maybe I should buy you a Fleshlight so we're even. Seems like you need relief too."

"Don't you dare," I whispered roughly against her temple. "I'll take one when hell freezes over. I got enough game, darling – I like my pussy alive, wet and sweet, thank you very much."

"Oh yeah? Well lately it seems like you don't know what you fucking want," she retorted, fire in her eyes.

"You don't know what I fucking want," I growled against her earlobe, resisting the urge to kiss it, bite it.

"Hmm," she purred tauntingly, rubbing her hands up my chest. "Tell me what you want."

"You couldn't handle my tastes."

"Who said anything about me?" She arched an eyebrow condescendingly, winning this round.

I clenched my jaw and backed away from her, already missing the feel of her softer curves against my harsh planes. Knowing that she'd feel like heaven underneath me as I punished her with my cock.

Don't think it about it, Oliver. Don't do it.

She stole my phone and ran to her bedroom in my fleeting moment of shock. It got my blood thrumming, the fucking chase. So I sauntered after her carefully, measuredly. Depositing my whiskey glass with a loud thud on the crescent moon table so she knew I was coming for her.

When I entered her bedroom, she was furiously thumbing away at my phone.

"Give it back, Teagan," I crooned softly, darkly, stepping into her space like a black cloud.

Defiant eyes met mine. "I just installed a dating app on your phone. You know, for you to get relief."

"Teagan."

"Look, I don't know what the hang up is with you. Or what happened with your ex-girlfriend. But it's been months. Time to move on. Time to date. Time to fuck girls so when you come home, you're not acting like a bitch with me. I pay for this place too, so show me some respect."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, counting to five in my head. Is she serious? "Don't tell me what to do."

She launched my cellphone at me like it was a bar of soap and not an expensive fucking device. "I just did. Trust me, you'll thank me down the line. And, if ever something is bothering you, you can come talk to me. I'm your friend; I'm here for you."

I'm your friend, Oliver. Teagan's tear-stained voice from years ago drifted into my mind from the depth of everything I kept locked up. It planted itself again and played on a loop.

And as long as she lived under my roof, I needed to tell myself – and my libido – that that's all she could be.

I pocketed my phone and stopped at her doorframe. I spoke without turning back to glance at her. "Why did Tara send you a vibrator? Why aren't you...Dating...Finding relief or whatever?"

Teagan's shuddering inhale echoed inside her room. "I took a vow of celibacy for eight months in October."

I whipped my head around, nearly barking, "What?"

She chewed her lips. The bravado in her drained away and she looked like a little girl, staring at her painted toes. "My last boyfriend he, um, left me in a bad place afterwards. I needed to heal."

Before I could think better of it, I was in her face, crouching down to reach her level. Her chin was tucked into my palm as I angled her face towards mine. Reckless energy, blooming with anger, spread over me. "What do you mean heal? What happened? He hurt you?"

If I found out some lowlife fucker laid his hands on my...on Teagan, I'd lose it. Violence had no business near a relationship. No place near love. I always treated my girlfriends with respect and I never understood why other shitbags didn't get the memo.

Her haunted eyes raised to mine as she pressed a hand against my jaw, absentmindedly stroking my stubble. "It doesn't matter, darling."

Something in my chest splintered. It ached at hearing her tone, at seeing the underlying damage I finally figured out she hide underneath her steel armour. So strong.

Years trickled by without us seeing each other until now.

Didn't she understand? Didn't she get it?

It did matter to me.

She always fucking mattered. 

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A/N: Y'all ain't READY for next week's chapter - a whole flashback scene to that party from BT, but from Oli and Teagan's point of view! Hint: when Nat found Oli heartbroken ;) So much happened this chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying this story. Oli might be the daddiest man I've written so far (sorry Sam). Questions: Heidi and Donovan? Oliver looking into the mystery? Alessandro? Tara sending Teagan a vibrator and Oli finding it?! What are your thoughts on Oli and Tee's dynamics so far? Lil bit of sexual tension thrown in at the end for y'all! 

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