Page 129 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
"I see why you guys hung out so much here," Lucas said as he looked out towards the coast at my and Ian's favorite spot.
I would still come here even after Ian moved, but it only made me feel lonelier. I hadn't been here myself since sophomore summer. A cold breeze carried the salty ocean air to my nose, making me take a deep breath. I missed the smell. The main thing I smell in New York is the stench of garbage mixed with the urine in the alleyway. There's no fresh air in New York, just the millions of smells intermingled into one stench.
"It's beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. I loved the tickle of his breath on my neck as we watched the waves crash in.
"I'm glad you could see it. Thank you for coming home early," I told him, placing my hands over his.
"I'll come running any time you need me, Rose." I nodded, not able to say anything more. My mind focused on this moment, on the feel of him holding me. I missed him so much and it had only been a couple of days. Like him, I kind of liked knowing he'd be in my life no matter what, because of our child. We will be forever linked, even if we break up. I don't ever want to lose him, but I could live with it better knowing we have a child together.
"What do you want to do, Rose?"
"What do you mean?" I turned my head to look at him, seeing him stare into the beautiful blue sea.
"Do you want to stay a little while longer, or go home? Do you want to confront your father? Or talk to his girlfriend? What do you want to do? Whatever it is, I'm by your side." I mulled it over, asking myself the same question. I want dad's girlfriend to know she's not alone. If he ever starts hitting her, I'll be there to help. I'll help her escape.
"Let's go talk to Daisy," I said firmly.
"Who?" He arched a brow and puckered his lips cutely.
"Dad's girlfriend."
He nodded his head in understanding. We stayed a little while longer, enjoying the view before we headed to the car. I let Lucas drive, to ease his worries, and directed him to the bookstore. We parked up front, where Lucas opened my door for me.
"Are you ready to talk to Daisy?" Lucas asked.
"As ready as I can be." I felt nervous to talk to her, wondering what she would think. Will she believe what I say? Will she heed my warnings? I hope she does.
"Did you guys find everything okay?" Daisy asked as we approached the counter. When she noticed our empty hands, she looked up at us, changing tactics. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"In fact, there is Daisy. It's about my dad, your boyfriend." Her eyes widened as she took me in. She had been looking at me before, but now she saw me. She studied my features, probably trying to find commonalities between dad and I. She didn't wasn’t too convinced and rightfully so. I look nothing like dad, taking after mom way too much.
"Your father?" She asked in disbelief.
"Yes, Nick Brewer, my father."
"He didn't mention having a daughter." She swallowed hard, probably realizing how old I am and how weird it would be to be my step-mother.
"That’s exactly why we need to talk."
The sun began to set, casting a blinding light anytime you looked out of the store's glass door or large windows. A prominent figure blocked off some of the radiance as they entered. It was hard to tell who it was at first, but as they stepped further in and away from the sun's bright light, my eyes recognized Dad's face.
"Olive, what do you think you're doing?" Dad's voice caught me off guard, chilling me to the bone. My hair stood on the back of my neck, feeling extremely exposed. I could see how enraged his expression was. His arms were crossed and flexed in anger. His eyebrows scowled deeply as he looked at me longer.
"Trying to warn her about you before it's too late."
"There's nothing to tell her, Olive. Now leave." He was trying to intimidate me.
"Or what? You'll hit me again?* I egged him on further. I wanted Daisy to see the kind of man Dad truly was.
"I would never hit you," he lied right through his teeth.
"Then what do you call the back-handed slap to my cheek the last time I saw you? I promise you that's not how you high five people."
I could see the rage rising as his muscles flexed further and his nostrils flared. Daisy was like a deer caught in the headlights. She was clearly unsure what to do or say. Her eyes darted between Dad, myself, and occasionally Lucas, probably wondering what part he plays in this.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Livie."
"It's Olive. Only people who actually cared for me get to call me Livie. I came here to warn your girlfriend about you. I want her to know if she ever needs to escape, I'll help her. She won't have to abandon her child with you to do so. You won't see either of them again, so you better make sure to hold back on those punches. I won't allow you to fuck up another child."
