I Hate You...I Think (27 page)

             
“Yeah,” he nodded. “What was your dad like?”

             
The question threw me off guard. “Oh...umm.”

             
“You don’t have to tell me,” Oliver shrugged.

             
“No, I want to,” I smiled squeezing his hand.

             
“He was great. He died when I was little but I still remember a lot about him. He took me everywhere. We did everything together. Miss him a lot."

             
Oliver let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. He pulled me close to his side and kissed my head. I couldn't help but grin.

             
"What was it like after your dad passed away with your mom?"

             
"Horrible..." I frowned.

             
"She would up and leave for days at a time. Mostly to sleep with men. I never had food in the house so I always went to Kimmy's. Her parents were strict though so she would sneak food to me."

             
"She would just leave you to fend for yourself?" Oliver scowled.

             
"Yeah, she drank a lot to. The only reason her and dad got together was cause dad got drunk at a party on night when they were at some Christmas party together. Mom ended up pregnant and dad wanted to be a part of my life. So they got married," I shrugged.

             
"So romantic..." Oliver chuckled.

             
"Yep. Though he didn't know she was already well on her way to being an alcoholic. He had to watch her constantly so she wouldn't drink while she was pregnant, or smoke. She won't win any mother of the year awards that's for sure."

             
"I'm sorry Bun," Oliver told me squeezing my side gently. We were still walking down an almost empty sidewalk but the buildings were getting nicer.

             
"Eh," I waved my hand.

             
"So your dad was mean to you growing up. He beat you a lot?" I frowned thinking about Oliver getting hurt.

             
"Yeah, for as long as I could remember. For anything really too. He always had people in an out too because he was dealing drugs from our apartment. When I was 14 a guy came in and told my dad that I could get into street fighting and make extra money. My dad was all for that. More money, more drugs."

             
"That's awful!"

             
Oliver shrugged. "I'm glad Weasley showed up. I got into street fighting. Got my ass kicked quite a lot at first. Weasley started training me and because of him I'm now with the most beautiful girl in the world," he smiled softly looking down at me. Blushing again I leaned my head into his chest.

             
"Oh stop it, you're embarrassing me," I mumbled.

             
"It's true though. Being so beautiful you deserve the best and I'm going to give that to you."

             
He pulled me to a stop and I looked at the building we were in front of; it was a very expensive clothing store.

             
"Oliver?" I shook my head but he pulled me inside anyways.

             
"Get whatever you want. We're going to a very nice place tonight and I want you to look amazing."

             
"What...no...this is too expensive," I whispered as one of the women at the counter greeted us.

             
"Nothing is too expensive for you, Everlyn," he told me tilting my chin up to look at him and kissing me.

             
"Aww," the girl at the cash register cooed. She had the biggest grin on her face.

             
"Could you help her find something very nice? Cocktail dress maybe. Price is no problem."

             
I opened my mouth to protest but the girl interrupted me.

             
"Sure! Big night tonight, huh?" she smiled showing all her sparkly teeth.

             
"Yep." Oliver looked down at me then. "While she helps you I'm going to run to another place. I'll be back shortly."

             
He kissed my head giving me that mischievous smirk I was so use to and headed out the door.

             
"So miss....?"

             
"Ever," I told the girl.

             
"Ever, lovely name. Do you have a style or color you would like?"

             
"Err...well I..."

             
The girl who was about two foot shorter than me it seemed with blonde hair and blue eyes giggled.

             
"No problem. We'll try everything!" she ushered me to a dressing room then started loading me down with dress after dress.

             
In seemed like HOURS later (more like 30 minutes) I finally settled on two dresses. One was short the other long. I wasn't sure which I liked more, or which was more appropriate. Oliver hadn't really mentioned where we were going, nor had he come back yet.

             
Sighing I stepped out of the dressing room to ask Ashlyn which dress I should choose. Sitting just outside the dressing room was Oliver with a small box in his hand. He had on a nice looking suit that made him look very hot.

             
"Wow," he muttered taking me in.

             
"Oh...umm...is it to much?" I asked looking down at the flowing red dress with sparkles along the bust. It had a slit down my left leg making me blush as Oliver couldn't seem to take his eyes off it.

             
"Perfect," he replied in a husky voice. Standing he approached me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

             
"Where are we going?"

             
He smiled. "You'll see."

             
I groaned. He sat the small box in my hand.

             
I gave him a questioning look.

             
"Kimmy helped me a bit with this."

             
I pulled the lid off quickly; inside was a beautiful locket. The locket itself was bronze with a black gem in center. The beading seemed a bit newer than the locket which was tattered but still beautiful.

             
"Do you like it?" he asked hesitantly. This was the first time I had ever seen Oliver nervous and even tentative.

             
"It's beautiful. I love it," I smiled.

             
He let out a sigh of relief. "It was my great grandmother's. The only thing my mom actually kept. Even more surprising my dad never got rid of it. Open it up."

             
I did and began tearing up. Inside was the picture of me and my dad I grabbed from my bedroom a few weeks ago and on the other side was a picture of Oliver and I that Kimmy took.

             
I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight to me.

             
"Help me put it on?"

             
He took it and placed it around my neck then leaned down and kissed my throat, then jaw all the way to my ear as his arms wrapped around my stomach.

             
"I love you more than life itself, Ever, never forget that."

Chapter Sixteen

             
We stood staring up at one of the tallest buildings in the city. I gaped at it. Our date was here?

             
"Isn't this like some corporate office or something?"

             
"It's made to look that way. It's really a "lounge" of sorts, for high rolling men and women. Some happen to not like their wives much," Oliver told me as we headed toward the front of the building.

             
"What are we doing then?"

             
"Well, it's an invitation only type party tonight," he smirked.

             
I gave him a look. "You have an invitation?"

             
"Nope."

             
The front doors of the building looked like any normal business office. Inside was a wide open entry way, even a receptionist desk, but no one was around.

             
"It's not guarded?"

             
"Pulled a few strings," he shrugged.

             
"Pulled a few strings and whatever one left?" I laughed.

             
"My little secret," he winked with his famous smart ass smirk. For a moment I wanted to flick him between his eyes. But, he tugged me out of my thoughts to an elevator.

Once the doors closed and he had pushed the button for second to top floor he turned to me. He gathered me in his arms suddenly and lifted me into his chest. I gasp as he pressed me into the wall and kissed me deeply. I didn't argue with his strange behavior as he nibbled on my bottom lip asking for entrance.

Opening my mouth he explodes every inch. I was very aware of both of his warm hands on my backside as he held me up between him and the wall. When he pulled away we were both gasping for air.

             
"What is with the sudden attack?" I kind of giggled.

             
"I have wanted to do that for a long time. We just never get any privacy at home," he muttered pressing his lips to my cheek then jaw.

             
"Hope you enjoy tonight."

             
"Trust me I will."

             
Oliver's hands still hold on to my bottom, he leaned his head against mine. It was silent aside from the dinging of each floor we passed.

             
"Have you ever considered...umm...love making?" he asked awkwardly his cheeks tinted pink and I bit my lip as not to awe at how cute he looked. My cheeks tinted as well as his words sunk in.

             
"Well...I...no...but yes. That one night at the party...when we got drunk. I thought about it then."

             
"Well, have you thought about wanting to be with me....like that? If no then I understand," he said pulling back. "I mean I would never force you to do th-"

             
Curling my fingers in his hair I kissed him sweetly.

             
"Oliver...I...I do...would like to be with you like that." Blushing I looked down at his tie.

             
"Would you...like to...err...well...?”

             
"Here?!" I stared at him in horror.

             
"What! No, no. Not here, or now," he chuckled.

             
There was a loud "DING" as we reached our floor. Oliver sat me down quickly and smoothed out my dress as the doors opened. I adjusted his shirt as it was messed up as well. A low humming of voices was coming from somewhere. Stepping out into the burgundy hallway he followed the sound.

             
"Later, when we go back to our hotel?" Oliver asked finishing our conversation. Glancing up at him I think my face turned the same shade as the walls. Oliver wanted to do "stuff" when we got back to our hotel room! Am I ready for that? Am I ready to be intimate like that with Oliver? Is it too soon?

             
"We'll talk about it later?" Oliver whispered softly as we reached a set of double doors that stood open. I nodded.

             
Stepping into the room the noise of music and many people talking filled my ears. The women and men were dressed elegantly. The ceiling and carpet was the same burgundy from the hall, although the walls were black.

             
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and comfortable couches and chairs were scattered about. The atmosphere was relaxed with the only light coming from the many candles or from the city just beyond the back wall which was made entirely of glass. In the center was a circular bar with seating all the way around.

             
"This place is amazing," I told Oliver quietly.

             
"You haven't seen all of it."

             
Oliver and I headed for the bar first and he ordered two, Manhattan Sweets.

             
"What is that?" I asked when the bartender walked away.