This chapter will be written in third person, I'm deciding which I prefer. If I like this chapter in third person, I might write the next couple that way too!
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"He's just a skater boy and I'm just a - whoops!", Olivia laughs, almost falling into the front door. She tiredly roots through her purse to find the keys, and when she does, it takes her a lot longer than it should've to fit the key into the hole. "Stupid bloody door, let me in.", She whispered.
After a few more trial and error attempts, Olivia manages to unlock the front door and stumble inside. Luckily enough she remembers to lock the door behind her. "Food.", She almost moans. "Yes, that is such a good idea? Did anyone ever tell you that you are the smartest person in the entire world? No? Well you are.", She takes in a deep breath and giggles. "Thanks Olivia, that is so sweet of you.", She points in front of herself, to absolutely nobody.
"Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.", That voice shocked her so much that she screamed. Her lungs failed her though, and a silent breath of air escaped her lips instead.
Her frantic eyes find the gorgeous looking man sitting in the living room. He was on the single-person chair, with his legs spread and a drink in his hand. Probably bourbon. Handsome, rich men always drink bourbon, she thought. "You scared me, I nearly wet myself.", She muttered, stumbling into the room.
"That would have been a sight to see, huh?", His voice was laced with humour and amusement.
Olivia narrows her gaze at him. She shakes her head and falls back onto the sofa across from him with a loud sigh. "These heels are so stupid and they hurt me.", She pouts, reaching down to pull off her heels. She groans, failing to do so. "And now they won't leave me alone. Get away!", She orders, staring down at the shoes as if some unknown magic would escape her and take the shoes off her feet.
And it did! One heel was taken off her foot and she flexed her toes. "Oh my god I'm a witch!", She moans, feeling how good it was to move her toes.
"Oh yeah?", That sensual voice was much closer. Olivia opened her eyes - which she hadn't realized had shut - and saw that Brett was knelt down before her, taking off her heels. So much for the magic, she thought. She watches him with amazement.
This huge man knelt before her in nothing but sweatpants. His shoulders so broad and wide, and his chest and arms were so muscular and perfect that he looked unreal. He wasn't real. No man could be that perfect.
He was so powerful and well-kept, but here he was kneeling before her and looking after her. He was a real man. "You're big.", Olivia says, hiccupping soon afterwards.
Brett's hands pause on her second ankle at her words, he stiffens. Taking a deep breath, he gently removes the second heel from her foot, placing it aside carefully. "What have you been drinking? You're really drunk Olivia.", He whispers, his tone gentle and kind.
"Connor did it.", She hums, closing her eyes and leaning back into the sofa. Brett stiffens again at the mention of another mans name on her lips. He shouldn't have felt so protective and possessive at that moment, but he did.
He ignored it though, and pushed it away. "Connor did what?", He asks tentatively, still kneeling before Olivia. His eyes watching her face relax as she gets comfortable on the sofa. She was beautiful, even half passed out.
Olivia giggles at the question, her face flushing. Brett raises a brow at her response. "You don't want to know what Connor did.", Another hiccup.
Brett swallowed. "With that response, I think I don't.", Is all he says.
"He's nice, he was nice to me.", Olivia whispers.
"That's good.", Brett replies, his gaze falling to her thighs which spread before him, leaving nothing to the imagination. His eyes snap away from her silky black panties between her legs. He swallowed and slowly rose to his feet, looking down at the little girl that he once saw as a niece. "Come on, lets get you to bed.", He suggests, trying to think of anything but her panties.
"I'm not tired.", She complains, her eyes snapping open. She looks down at first, expecting him to still be there. Her brows knot in confusion, but her eyes trail up his figure until her gaze meets his. "Hi. I thought you left.", She says sadly.
"Sorry to disappoint you, I'm still here.", he chuckles, still looking down at her from above.
Olivia took this time, in her drunken state of mind, taking in his figure. His chest was carved to perfection and the tattoos on his chest and his arms made him that much more attractive. Her eyes squint at a tattoo on his right shoulder.
It said something.
Shut up and take it.
Olivia muttered the words to herself, figuring out why he'd have them on his shoulder. "Shut up and take what?", She asks, staring up into his eyes. Brett felt his whole body grow tense, realizing what she'd just seen.
"Take my hand. I'm taking you to bed.", He distracts her, reaching out with his hand.
Olivia shakes her head, glancing between his face and his hand extended between them. "Why do you have that tattooed on your shoulder? Shut up and take what? At least make it make sense.", She hums, sitting up to stretch a little.
"It does make sense. You're intoxicated and lack braincells right now.", He teases.
"Excuse you?", She glares up at him. Brett laughs at her attempt to look serious. Olivia finds herself giggling too. "What does it mean?", She asks, pouting up at him.
"Stop that.", He turns serious suddenly and Olivia notices instantly.
She raises a brow but continues pouting. "Seriously stop doing that you look like a toddler.", Brett ordered with a clenched jaw. Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, but obeyed.
"Why are you being mean?", She asks, resisting the urge to pout.
"I'm not. Come on.", He throws out his hand again, waiting for her to take it. She does, but instead of rising from the sofa, she pulls him down beside her. "Olivia.", he states sternly.
"Yes?", She replies sweetly.
"You need to sleep this off.", He sighs, beginning to stand. Olivia shakes her head and places a hand on his knee, a silent order for him to stay. He meets her gaze and remains seated. His whole body burning with the scent of her and the look of her. She smelt like sex and it made his chest ache with need.
"What does it mean? Tell me and I'll go upstairs willingly.", She raises a brow.
Brett watches her and sighs, giving in defeat. "It was a joke that my friend made me get back in the day. Can you go upstairs now?", He asks, losing his patience.
"That isn't an explanation. What does it mean?", She only repeats her question.
"Olivia, if you don't get up, I'll carry you.", He begins rising to his feet, and this time she doesn't stop him. She just sits there with her arms crossed, looking mad, sad, drunk and tired all at the same time. "I'm tired, come on.", He huffs.
She says nothing. She just sits there, staring up at him.
"You're such a child when you're drunk.", he complains.
"And you're a meanie.", She replies.
He runs a hand over his face and thinks for a few moments. He calms himself and then crouches down in front of her so that she was looking down at him. It was something he did with his kids so that they felt more comfortable and in control. It worked with them and he hoped it would with Olivia, because what he was about to say would make her very uncomfortable.
"The tattoo is intended for women that I fuck.", his rough voice spoke lowly.
Oliva's eyes widen. Shut up and take it.
"Now go to bed.", he orders, staring up into her eyes. Olivia licks her lips, tasting the alcohol and the taste of Connor. Both of them trying to ignore what he had just said and admitted. The dirty words on his tongue made her remember what she'd done with Connor in a public place.
"I did a bad thing.", She admits quickly.
Brett sighs, realizing that she still wasn't going to go to her room as easily as he had hoped. "People do bad things all the time, that doesn't make you a bad person.", is all he says, sounding fatherly.
"Stop talking to me like a child.", She huffs.
"Then stop acting like one.", He resorts, his lips tugging upwards.
"Well shame on you.", She says drunk and extremely foolish. "You're the one that got a boner over a woman who acts like a child.", She stares at him with those disobedient eyes.
"Come again?", he says, calm and collected. Brett dared her, silently, to repeat what she'd just said. His dominance showing through.
Olivia snorts at the words and covers her face with her hands. "I don't want to come again.", She giggles. It was then that Brett finally lost his control.
"Get up Olivia.", He demands. Olivia stops snorting and peers up at him. "I'm going to count to three, and if you aren't standing on three I am going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you to bed." he tells her. His own stare holding her in her place.
"One.", He begins. Olivia still looks at him coolly.
"Two.", Olivia's heart rate increases and her body grows hot.
Brett raises his brows, folding his arms across his chest as he glares down at her. So father-like and so powerful, Olivia had to stop herself from smirking at the thoughts she had.
"Fine.", She suddenly comes to her senses. Olivia rises from her seat and almost falls back. Brett catches her, placing his large hands firmly on her waist, holding her upright. Her eyes flutter to his and her cheeks warm up.
"Stop.", His voice hoarse. Olivia bites down on her bottom lip. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?", She swallows.
Brett stops himself from answering with something extremely witty and extremely sexual. Instead, he shakes his head a little and turns her around in his hold, so that he was stood behind her. Brett pushes her forward a little, hands still on her hips as he holds her up as she walks towards the stairs.
He makes sure to keep his front separate from her very prominent backside. He forces his eyes to stay looking up. "I hope you enjoyed your night.", He finally says, basically pushing her up each step of the stairs.
"I did.", And the hiccups where back. "I missed the kids, are they okay?", She tries to look over her shoulder at him.
"Keep your eyes ahead.", He orders and she does, pouting at his tone. "And they are fine, they are both well and asleep, so be quiet.", He whispers and he was so close that his warm breath fanned the back of her neck. She almost moaned at the feel of it.
"Good.", She smiles, remember Charlotte. "She loves me.", She hums as they reach her bedroom. Brett reaches around her, pushing the door open. Olivia stumbles inside, thankful that Brett was there to keep her from faceplanting the floor.
"She does.", he agrees, sitting her down on the bed whilst he pulls back the covers. "Get in.", he orders, his tone gentle though. Olivia sighs and does as she's told. "Goodnight.", Is all he says after pulling the covers over the nineteen year old woman.
"Goodnight.", She moans.
Brett's body reacts to the sound but he forces his thoughts to remain clean. "Sweet dreams, Olivia. I will get up with the children in the morning, please rest.", He says and turns to leave, but her tiny voice stops him.
"Brett.", She whimpers sadly.
He doesn't look back towards her, he just stares at the door wishing he could teleport back to his own room. Back to where he was safe from any temptations. He doesn't reply, he just waits for whatever it is that she wants to say.
"I'm not scared of it.", She sounds disappointed. Brett raises an eyebrow, finally turning to face her. He saw that her eyes were shut and her face was relaxed. She looked so cute right now.
"Scared of what?", He was reluctant to ask, but he did.
"Of that thing in your pants.", the nineteen year old hums softly at the thought of it.
Brett though, couldn't help but to feel the confusion and worry present in his mind. Why would he have thought that? And why would she think he thought that? "What?", is all he can figure to say.
"I ran out of here earlier when I saw that you had a boner. I wasn't scared of it.", Her eyes flutter open, and he sees that they are red and bloodshot. She's drunk and extremely tired.
"I know.", He coos, not wanting to carry on this conversation any longer.
"Goodnight Olivia.", was all he said before leaving the girls room as fast as he could.