After Christmas day, we flew to Bordeaux with an approximate time of an hour and ten minutes. Olivia was still wary about flying but this time I made sure she enjoyed her second experience. I held her hand as we were about to lift off and when everything was going smoothly I let her look out the window. It amazed me how the little things made her happy. This was one of those qualities I loved about her.
We would be staying at this small cozy cottage located beside the vineyard. Julien, the caretaker of the place, greeted us when we arrived late in the afternoon.
"Monsieur Pierce! Madame! Welcome to Bordeaux." He led us into the cottage and also helped with our luggage. "Everything is already set for your stay. If you need any help with anything my wife and I just live at the other end of the vineyard. I'll be back tomorrow. Good day." We gratefully thanked him. He did a small bow and left us to settle ourselves.
"Want to see the place?" I asked Olivia as I saw her eyes wandered around the living room.
She turned to me and smiled. "Sure."
The whole cottage was made of wood except for the fireplace that was made of stone. It had a kitchen, one bedroom and a bathroom. When we got to the other end of the house, there were two doors. The left door was our bedroom and the right would be the bathroom. I opened the bedroom door so we could settle our things. At the center of the room, you could see the king sized bed with a canopy that was adorned with a light olive green cloth. The sheets were white and accented with brown pillow cases with a bed scarf draped over the foot of the bed. There was also a large window on the left with the scenic view of the vineyard. It was a simple place yet held a lot of promising gleeful memories for the both of us.
"Are you okay staying with me?" I cautiously asked Olivia. She blushed as she lifted her gaze to me. Her doe-eyed look would always weaken my knees. Such innocence didn't deserve the hurt she'd been through.
"You planned this." Her tone was accusing but I detect a small amusement from her features. I just gave her a smirk then walked out of the bedroom.
"Pierce!" She called out.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"We're making a pillow wall." She folded her arms as she was trying to stand her ground. I just shook my head and chuckled all the way to the kitchen.
It was getting dark outside so I started to prepare dinner. Julien was kind enough to provide us food for the duration of our stay. Olivia offered to help out in the kitchen but I kept her away from the stove. I let her chop up some vegetables instead while I prepared the marinade for the ribs. Dinner was interesting, as usual. We talked about a lot of things and never really ran out of things to say. She was at ease to be with. You didn't have to worry about her always checking herself in the mirror or her concern about her outfit. Mainly conceited girls go on about. Conversation flowed freely as I told her about my plans for tomorrow. She was really excited about it.
I fought the urge to get in physical contact with Olivia all throughout dinner. I didn't want to get carried away again. Plus, we were going to be up early for something I had planned. After dinner, Olivia volunteered on washing the dishes. I told her I'd go on ahead to shower and change into something comfortable for bed. Mindlessly watching some television, I saw Olivia emerge from the bedroom. I narrowed my eyes to what she was wearing. A subtle anger was boiling within.
"What are you wearing?" I asked a bit harshly. She was wearing a huge white shirt and boxers. It wasn't even mine.
She furrowed her brows, "What? This is what I wear at home." I was being petty but I didn't like what I saw. I stood up from the couch and went inside the bedroom. Rummaging through my belongings, I found a sweatshirt and boxer shorts. She sat on the couch watching television when I got out. I blocked her view from the screen and she looked up at me puzzled. I threw my clothing on her lap.
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The Other CEO | ✓Romance
||PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION BOOKS|| ♥The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award♥ Olivia Bailey was happily working as the personal assistant of Wilson Alexander, the owner, and CEO of Alexander Corporation, when he suddenly died of heart failure. Grie...