Olivia and Kyle went to the hospital, and the nurses said that it would heal in a few weeks, but he should try to rest and be as comfortable as possible. Which was exactly why he was laid up in bed on his Xbox with a McDonalds.
Brett had told Olivia that he would pick up Charlotte on his way home from work as he would be finishing earlier, which meant that Olivia had taken a nice, long and relaxing bath.
"Talia I don't know but I'm not going to town tonight, or ever again for that matter.", Olivia told her best friend who was on speaker phone whilst she bathed.
"Listen, you're nineteen years old Olivia. You should be out drinking and partying not being a mother to two children.", Talia resorted with a sad tone.
"I like staying here and taking care of the children, they need someone Talia.", Olivia sighed, rubbing her thighs with the vanilla and almond scented liquid. Talia only sighed at that, as if she thought her friend was lying - but she wasn't - it was the truth. Olivia loved being with the kids and helping them, they needed someone.
"Yeah, right.", Talia only said.
"Kyle got into a fight today and the principle didn't even let him see a nurse.", Olivia complained.
"That's crazy! Why the hell not?", Talia exclaimed. Olivia laughed at her friends reaction. It reminded her that her friend wasn't insane like everybody else seemed to be these days. Olivia still couldn't comprehend what was going through that mans head when he denied a young boy a nurse.
"Because he deserved to be punished.", Olivia stated blandly. Talia burst out into a fit of laughter.
"He said that?"
"Yep.", Olivia leaned back into the tub, soaking up the warm water as she sighed happily. Olivia knew that she was behaving like a married, middle-aged woman already, but she enjoyed it. She liked looking after Charlotte and Kyle, and she liked cooking and playing with them. And she thoroughly enjoyed the presence of Brett.
"Right, I've got to go! We're heading out to town.", And by we Olivia knew that she meant her and her boyfriend. Olivia hummed her response. "Bye girly!", Talia sang down the phone.
"Tell Chris I said hello.", She said.
"Will do," Talia replied and then the phone call ended.
Later on that night
Olivia had put Charlotte to bed and was sitting at the dining room table with Brett, drinking a glass of white wine. "You should have heard the things he said, Brett.", She sighed, finishing off her first glass of Chardonnay.
"I think I've heard enough.", Brett admitted.
"He was an absolute asshole.", Olivia poured herself another glass, needing it after the day she had.
"You made that pretty clear. I rang our lawyer, he said he'll be here on Friday. He's got a friend of his collecting the footage already so he can view it before coming to talk to you.", Brett explained, drinking some of his own wine now.
Olivia smiled weakly. She was tired. Mentally and physically. "Thank you for listening to me and trusting me.", She whispered.
Brett said nothing for a few moments, he just gazed over her face, trying to read the emotions present there. He swirled the liquid around the glass as he fixed her with his intense stare. Olivia said nothing either. Her cheeks flushed, whether it was from the alcohol or his stare, she wasn't sure.
Olivia couldn't help but to wonder what he thought. She wanted to know what he thought about her, and what he thought when they were looking at each other like this. For her, it was amazing and soul-shattering but for a man who's wife had just passed away only months ago, she wasn't sure. Sometimes she wished she knew his every single thought.
"You remind me of her, you know?", Was the words that fell from his lips. Olivia stilled. "Kate was a lot like you, just a little more timid.", He chuckled. It wasn't a real laugh, it was one fuelled with sadness. With despair and loss. Everything which Olivia knew he must be feeling.
Olivia swallowed, unsure of how to approach this conversation. "I was timid once upon a time, but having your heart broke by a boy can change that quite quickly.", Olivia smiled sadly. She didn't know how to talk about Katherine with him, especially when he was comparing his wife with herself.
Brett seemed to stiffen at Olivia's admission. "You're nineteen years old.", He stated, as if it should be impossible to have had her heartbroken already. Olivia took another sip of her wine.
"I fell in love when I was fourteen.", She admitted with a soft sigh. Brett said nothing, he just nodded once, as if to tell her to continue. His silent orders were obeyed, nevertheless. "Ben lived next door to us. He cheated on me about a year ago.", Olivia explained a very long story, in a matter of seconds.
Brett glanced down at the wine in his glass, setting the glass down on the table before focusing his attention back towards the young nanny. "He was seventeen when I first met him.", She admitted. Olivia had been fourteen and had been in love with a seventeen year old. Ben was a troubled boy. Drugs and alcohol was how he spent his time.
And then when him and his family moved next door, Olivia had been caught up in his spell. She'd drank with him at only fourteen. Of course her mum and dad never knew. They never would.
"My parents don't know.", Olivia told Brett, hoping this could be another secret he'd keep to himself.
Brett said nothing for a long while, just watched the young woman closely. He nodded eventually deciding that it wasn't his place to tell her dad. "Would you like to talk about him? Ben?", He tilted his head to the side a little. Olivia smiled at his fatherly look.
She shook her head. "He isn't important anymore.", She shrugged. It was a lie. She thought about him often. She missed him sometimes too, but hated him more. She hated him much more.
"Well if you change your mind Olivia, I'm here.", Brett smiled lightly.
"Thank you.", She whispered weakly. Her gaze dropping to his hands which were below the table. His body seemed to be shaking. He was upset? Or maybe even angry? She watched his own gaze trail down to his lap, where she knew his hands were clasped together in attempt to calm himself. "I'm here for you as well.", She reminded him gently.
His gaze snapped up to hers. In that moment, he looked so boyish. He didn't look like a 34 year old man, but he looked young and worried. He looked like he had problems and wasn't in as much control as he usually was.
Brett swallowed, visibly. His eyes darker than they usually were. Olivia noticed and placed her own hands atop the table, smoothing them out so they laid flat. His breathing ragged at the gentleness of her touch. Something had clicked between them, something during this conversation had changed.
Neither of them knew what that something was - but they both recognised the shift in the atmosphere. The shift of tension. The shift from talking to silence.
Brett rose to his feet almost immediately after she touched the table. It was something so small, but so unusually inviting. He couldn't help but to think about her hands. Her soft and delicate hands. He shouldn't want them to touch his skin. His scarred and calloused skin. It would be a sin, an absolute sin, but he couldn't help but to think about it.
He imagined it - her - a lot more than he would like to admit to himself. Olivia had no idea about the business that he was in. The business her father was in. He'd kept it a secret from his entire family, a lot like Brett had with his own wife and children.
She deserved better than the man he was. She deserved better than the memories that haunted and sullied his mind every night. She would never know of what he did. What he does. She could never know, and neither could his children.
Olivia found herself watching him as he stalked around the table, stopping beside her. She swallowed and peered up into his youthful, hungry eyes. Something was charged there, in his darkened blue eyes. Something was flickering there - something that Olivia shouldn't recognise, and shouldn't want to want to see in his eyes.
It was something forbidden and it should disgust her, but it did not. The lust sparkling in his gaze made her weak for him. It made her body burn for his touch. His fingers or his lips, anything she would be thankful for.
Olivia bit down on her bottom lip, trying to supress the things she wanted to beg for him to do. To stay and not excuse himself to bed, like she knew he was seconds away from doing. It was always the same. Every single time that this happened, this connection - he ran.
She was thankful most of the time, but right now, she wanted him to stay. She needed him to want to stay. And he did - Brett wanted to stay more than anything - but he knew that whatever would happen should not, which is exactly why he peeled his magnetic stare from her face, and looked down at the floor between them.
"Goodnight Olivia.", He rasped. His voice hoarse and low. Olivia shuddered at the sound of his voice. It was so sensual and manly and so attractive. Like him.
Olivia almost reached for him. Her fingers itched to reach for his wrist, to turn him back to face her, even if the only thing he did do was watch her, she was okay with that. She just wanted him here. But, she didn't. She didn't reach for him. Not as he turned around, and not when he walked away.
Instead she sat there. She watched him disappear through the doorway, and she listened to his footsteps heading up the stairs. She swallowed and her eyes closed lightly.
Her chest rose and fell in rapid movements, and it took her a while to get her breathing under control, but when she did, she disappeared up to her own bedroom.
She fell asleep thinking about Brett that night, as she did most nights.
And in the room down the hall, Brett laid on his bed, chest up, staring at the ceiling. He should sleep. Brett told himself he should sleep - he needed to sleep - to stop the sinful thoughts escalating to something more. Something disgusting that he could not take back.
But he couldn't sleep. Every single time he closed his eyes, he saw her. His nanny, his friends nineteen-year-old daughter. Brett saw Olivia biting her bottom lip, like she had minutes ago down the stairs. He licked his dry lips, and let out a slight growl of frustration.
Frustration towards himself and his disgusting thoughts.
But he couldn't take back them. And he couldn't take back what he was about to do. His right hand reached down into his sweatpants, and seized his hard cock. His eyes finally managing to shut with the relief of pain as he began moving his calloused hands roughly against the hard length.
It was rough. He fucked his hand so rough that he felt pain. He wanted to feel pain for doing this. He hated himself as he continued moving his hand up and down his thick shift. He hated himself even more when he came thinking about her.
He came thinking about Olivia, something he swore to himself that he wouldn't do.
And he had just crossed that line - and he knew it would be impossible to go back.
Uh-oh! Naughty Brett. He's so hot to hate though. :) I hope you're enjoying this so far? I really am! Thank you so much for reading. I'd really appreciate it if you could give this chapter a quick vote, or maybe even a comment to let me know what you think so far?
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