Olivia's pov

"May I ask who was that guy, honey?" I looked up at Jax who was studying me while holding up a cigarette between his fingers.

"Honey?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yes, you are not my fiancé?" He asked with a smirk plastered on his face.

"There's no one here, Mr Sanchez, so you don't need to stick with the act."

He chuckled after puffing the cigarette.

"Olivia, Olivia, Olivia. " He whispered, shaking his head and crashing the cigarette in his whiskey glass.

"You didn't stick up with the act with that guy, huh?" He spats raising his voice while leaning closer to me.

"Jax, just stop. I don't want to deal with you today." I huffed, making him grin even more.

He leaned back in his seat, fixing his Blue marine blazer.

"Just tell me who was it?" he raised his eyebrow at me, waiting impatiently for my answer.

"Well, he saved your fiance from tripping to her death! I was about to trip in front of a speeding car." His eyes widen in shock. Then shock turned to laughter.

"I believe that." Leaning his head back with tears in his eyes.

I looked away from him to the window, completely ignoring his attitude.

"Then I should thank him, you know his name?" My eyes drew back to his.

"I should thank him! Not you!" I said as I raised my voice.

"What would he say about us, that Olivia's fiance doesn't care about her?" He shouted this time.

"You fucking raise that voice again and I will rip the contract in shreds."

He frowned at me, piercing me with his brown eyes. He then sighed, staring at me.

"What kinda a woman are you, Garcia?"

"A woman that you don't want to mess with, Sanchez." I spat at him as the limousine slowed down.

"Miss Garcia, we arrived at your destination." Jax's driver said looking back from the black window that was half-open.

"Thank you for the ride," I took my black bag next to me. And before I knew it, the door was already open. I rolled my eyes again, getting up from my seat.

When I looked around, I saw some employers outside looking at us and whispering.

Jax closed the car door and the distance between us at the same time.

"Don't put on a scene, Olivia, and kiss your fiancé." He smirked down at me like he was waiting for a prize.

I sighed, leaning up to his ear, "Don't you dare do anything about that guy."

I moved away to peck his cheek.

"Now get the fuck out of my way," I whispered, making him step away.

"Don't forget to call me babe, I will take your car to the garage." He shouted as I stepped close to the employers out of their work.

I stood two feet away from them and crossed my arms as I watched them whispering and checking Jax out. Who was probably winking at them.

I coughed impatiently. Their heads turned towards me, now filled with shock.

"All of you in my office!" I shouted before entering the doors of my company.

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Ethan's pov

"Troy bring a beer," I yell to my friend who was busy filling his stomach in the kitchen.

I plumped myself on the couch, taking a deep breath. I spread my arms on the edge of the seat I was sitting on.

'Olivia Garcia.'

That was all I keep thinking about. The imaged of her popped in my head, making me bite my lips.

"What are you, Ethan 18?" I sighed as I took the remote control from the small table in front of me.

"What did you say?" Troy asked me, thinking I was talking to him.

I rolled my eyes "Nothing bro, just come here with the beer." I turned the TV on as I scrolled through channels.

Troy finally came out of the kitchen, with two beers in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other.

He handed me the beer before taking his seat next to mine.

"You want some?" he asked while shaking the popcorn bowl. I waved with my hand, concentrating on what to watch.

"There's nothing, dude." I shrugged while handing him the remote.

I picked the beer to open it with the edge of the table. It popped open in a second. I took a sip with my eyes still fixed on the television.

And at that instant, something caught my eyes.

"Troy, go back," I demanded.

"What? The New Yorkers, I hate that Chanel." as he nagged, he scrolled back.

There she was in her whole glory. Her hair up in a bun, making her features show up more. Her eyes were like the eyes of a cat, they had the aura of a mysterious and naughty yet gentle. The way the fine lines under her eyes complimented her smile was magnificent. The red lipstick that she had on was making my stomach twist in its place.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I rubbed my forehead, focusing on the conversation.

"Olivia Gracia, how are you today?" the interviewer asked.

"Wait dude, isn't that the girl you were talking to in the morning?" Troy asked as he grabbed a big handful of popcorn to his mouth.

"Keep quiet a bit." I got the volume up, so it filled the walls of our tiny apartment.

"Am good how about you?" She smiled, following with a light in her dark eyes.

"So tell me, Olivia, when is the next fashion show?" The interviewer asked.

"I don't want to say a date now, but it's soon." She nodes with a tight smile.

"Now we are off to the private questions. How are Jax Sánchez and your relationship going?" The woman asked with a big smile.

Olivia furrowed her eyebrows before smiling. She nodded.

"You know Sara, I hate these kinds of questions. But since you are at it, my relationship with Jax is kinda amazing." She said that with confidence in her voice as she fixed her posture.

Was it that guy in the limo?

"You can't deny it. You are the most loved couple of New York City." At those words, the screen took us to show their pictures on the streets holding hands. Olivia wore a beatific smile, laughing at a joke with the man holding her hand, his arms filled with tattoos hiding some popping veins, wearing a white up sleeved shirt. His other hand up to his face, covering it.

My heart twisted as I chugged the beer at once before getting up to the trash can.

Troy seemed to notice my annoyance and turned the TV off.

"Oh wow, Jax Sanchez." He huffed as he took another handful of popcorn.

"I honestly don't know who he is," I declared, oblivion of who that man was. I opened the fridge to pick up the beer again.

But as usual, the fridge was empty; I sighed as I closed it back.

"He is the richest gal in New York." He said shocked by my statement.

I got back to where I was sitting.

"And why is that?" I asked, intrigued.

"Cause he owns half of the city." I lift my eyebrows once his words slide through my ear.

"And I deeply think that their relationship is just a contract." He continued.

"Why you think that? They look happy."

"Because," he emphasized as he placed his beer on the table.

"I don't think rich people get a happy love life." He shrugged.

"Well, you never know." I sighed, reaching out for the bowl of popcorn from his hands. 

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