Page 28 of Saved By A Dark Billionaire
He just lost his father, but he was checking in on me. He shouldn't be worrying about me.
Olive:Not well. How are you holding up?
I asked him, wishing there was more I could do or say to make him feel better. I've only known him a week, but in that week I've seen Leo had a gentle heart. He's kind, and he's funny. He's clumsy, but still somehow cool.
Leo:Not well.
Olive:I am so sorry, Leo. Is there anything I can do for you?
I have a lot on my plate right now, but I would add on to it, if it would help him.
Leo:Distract me.
Olive:No problem! Are you wanting memes? Dark humor? Or maybe a rundown of my life? Lol, kidding about the last one.
I will scour the internet for the best memes to make him laugh, but not really sure what his sense of humor is.
Leo:Actually, the rundown of your life seemed the most interesting of my options. Haha.
I slapped my forehead so hard I almost woke mom back up. She stirred for a moment, taking a deep breath. She was still beautiful despite her graying complection.
Olive:Oof, I would need lots of alcohol and about 3 hours of your life. Lol.
Leo:I'll bring the alcohol if you tell me what you like to drink, because I clearly don't know.
He referred to his choice of drink for me at the tunnel nightclub on Friday.
Olive:Deal! Bring Whiskey, I need to feel the burn, and whiskey always gets me talking about deeper things in life. Hospital roof sound good?
I honestly don't think I've ever opened up about my past to anyone, aside from Davis. Hailey knows the most about me, but even with her I hadn't told her about my mom or dad until last week when I found out mom had cancer and needed someone to talk to.
Leo:Yeah, that's fine. I'll come around 7 tonight. Hope it's okay. Lucas is coming too. I haven't been able to get him to leave me alone.
Another loud forehead slap had mom stirring. I am sure my forehead is red now. I sighed, because telling Lucas about my life feels different from telling Leo. It feels more intimate which I am not a fan of.
Olive:In that case, I'm going to need more alcohol.
Leo:No problem. Thank you, Olive. I appreciate this.
That was enough to make me feel better about the whole thing. I took a deep breath, letting the nerves fly away.
Olive:I got you, Leo! Also, call me Liv.
Leo:Okay, Liv. See you at 7.
I refocused on my schoolwork, not trying to fall behind in my senior year. It feels impossible to get out of the hole you dig if you miss too much work or class.
"There she is, the woman of the hour," Leo greeted me with open arms as I walked through the roof door.
I wasn't sure if the door would lock behind me, so I left a wooden block as a wedge. Leo greeted me with a big hug. I felt his arms wrap around me and squeeze me tightly. He inhaled deeply, slumping his shoulders, sniffling as he pulled away. He was trying to bite back the tears. I could see my future in him right now. I'll probably be the same way in a week.
"Do I get one of those too?" Lucas asked with a smirk, his arms held open.
I pondered over it for a moment, but Lucas didn't give me much of a choice. He took me in his arms, squeezing me gently. I melted into the hug, wrapping my arms around him, too. His sandalwood and vanilla cologne attacked my lungs, making me dizzy with lust for a moment. I was the one to pull back first, when I realized this hug had become a long embrace.
"Okay, where's the whiskey?" I asked, looking around.
Lucas handed me the bottle.
