Waking up for the third time today, I groaned as I turned my head and looked around the room. I was alone in my bed. I sat up, the blanket on me slipping off and revealing my naked body. I yelped and pulled the blanket back up, cheeks turning a bright red. Sighing, I slid out of bed and quickly put on some underwear and a big T-shirt that fell to my mid thighs. With a yawn, I began to walk to the bathroom.
“Owww…..Ollie is so rough….” I whined as I rubbed my lower back.
Soon hitting the bathroom, I stepped inside and turned the light on. I looked in the mirror and hung my head with a groan.
“Nice sex hair, sweet cheeks.” A voice said.
I screamed and turned to find Al there in the door way. “What the hell?!” I yelled.
“Relax, I was just checking on you. Oliver told me to keep an eye on you.” Al said.
“Oliver isn’t here?” I asked.
He shook his head. “He’ll be back, he just needed to go to his house.”
I sighed. “Well, go sit somewhere else. I need to shower……again.”
Al smirked. “Whatever you say, ______.” he said before leaving, closing the door behind him.
I gave pout before turning the shower on and stepping inside, giving a relaxed sigh as the water hit me. It relaxed my muscles, undoing some soreness I had. I stood under the warm water as I began to once again worry about my boyfriend.
“What is this they have planned? Who are Lutz and Kiku? And who is their other “friend”?” I thought as I washed myself. Then I washed my hair before rinsing it and stepping out. Grabbing a towel, I dried off and wrapped it around myself. I looked into the mirror, finally noticing the marks he left on me.
“Huh?!” I gasped as I looked all over my neck and chest. “Oh Oliver…..” I sighed.
A knock on my door. “Poppet, you called?” a familiar voice asked. I opened the door, giving a pout.
Oliver frowned. “______, what’s wrong?” he asked.
I pointed to my neck. “You left marks…..visible ones.” I whined.
Oliver looked and sighed. “I’m sorry poppet.” he said.
I sighed as well. “It’s alright.”
With a nod, Oliver and placed his hand at my waist. “Al didn’t do anything?” he asked.
“Besides telling me nice sex hair before I jumped in the shower, no.” I said.
Oliver chuckled a bit, pulling me into a tight embrace. I yelped since I was only wearing a towel. "No not again!" I warned.
Oliver laughed and gave my cheek a kiss. "I know poppet. At least, not now anyway~" he cooed, tapping my nose.
I blushed darkly and huffed a bit. "Can I go change now?" I asked.
"I rather you not but yes you may~" he chuckled, making me blush more. I pulled away from his grasp and walked to my room to change. I closed my door so he couldn't watch and even pounce on me for another round. After debating for a bit, I put on some loose gym shorts and a tank top on. I grabbed a brush on by dresser and quickly brushed my hair out before finally leaving the room.
"Oliver?" I called out.
"The kitchen, poppet!" he called back.
I eventually made my way over as he was sitting in a chair, glass if water in front of him. I went over and sat across from him, giving a small smile. He gave one back.
"Why did you go back?" I asked him, bringing my hair over my shoulder so I could braid it.
"Just to get some clothes, poppet. I'll be here for a while and we don't want me wearing the same old clothes, do we?" he said with a light chuckle.
"I guess not." I said with a smile. "Is Al still here?"
"No, he went home for a bit." he said as he took a drink from his glass.
I gave a nod then looked over at the clock. It was mid afternoon. I was going to make something but decided against it. I could wait until dinner. I averted my attention out the window, watching clouds roll by and some birds fly around. Those same pestering thoughts from this morning roamed into my head once more. I gave a sighed before looking back at Oliver. He, himself, was in his own little world. Sighing a bit louder, I got up from the table and made my way into the living room. I sat down then brought my legs up so I could lay on it. I turned the TV on and watched a meaningless program.
"_______? Where did you go?" Oliver called.
"The living room." I called back.
Hearing footsteps, I soon looked over to see Oliver walk into the living room. He stopped at the door way and leaned on the frame. "Poppet, what are you doing?" he asked.
"Watching the telly, dear." I replied then looked over. "Is Al coming back over later?"
"He might, I'll tell you if he is or not as soon as I know." he answered then went to gaze out the window.
Giving a sigh, I looked back at the TV and basically zoned out. My mind always went back to Oliver and his brother. I wonder what nonsense they are into. And I worry for my own safety, I just have a bad feeling that I will also get dragged into it. My facial expression went from neutral to showing a small frown. And Oliver noticed it right away.
"Poppet? Why are you frowning? Is something on your mind?" he asked before makng his way over and kneeling in front of me.
With him blocking my view of the TV, I had no choice but to pay attention to him. "Ollie, honey, I'm just thinking ." I answered.
"Nothing you need to worry about, dear."
"But it is making you frown."
"Honey, it's nothing."
"______, please tell me."
"I am telling you."
"Oliver Kirkland, I'm fi--" I started but was interrupted by Oliver's phone going off.
"It's probably Al." he sighed before answering the phone. "Ello, Oliver speaking."
I laid there and waited for him to get off the phone. But as he talked, his facial exoression slowly dropped as well.
"I see...don't come back here. Go find Matt and I'll meet you at the usual spot....no she isn't coming with me. Alright, goodbye." Once done, he hung up then looked at me. "I have to go somewhere for a bit."
"Alright, I'll be here." I answered then gazed back at the TV.
"You aren't going to ask where or anything like that?"
"No, less I know the better."
"_____, what are you--"
"Go honey, I'll be waiting for you here."
Oliver finally gave up and sighed. "We'll talk about this later." he said then leaned down to steal a kiss. "I love you poppet."
"Love you too, Ollie." I said with a small smile.
After that, Oliver left and left me all alone in my apartment. I just went back to watching the TV and playing with my phone. Oliver was only gone for about fifteen minutes before I heard the doorbell ring. Sighing and groaning a bit, I got up off the couch and made my way to the door. I didn't check to see who it was, I just opened the door.
"Yes, hel-" I stopped mid-sentence when I saw a man standing at my door. He was taller than me by a good six inches, he wore dark clothing and had tanned skin with dark brown hair. What made me stop talking was his eyes, his eye color was a purple color that sent a chill down my spine. I just stood there frozen in my spot and speechless.
The man gave me a sly smirk that instantly sent a chill down my spine.
"Ciao bella, I was wondering if you can help me with something~"