You Distract Me - S01 E66

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You Distract Me - S01 E66

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

Shayne

I saw it.

I saw just how far gone she was from me. There was no getting her back.

"What the fuck do you want, Shayne?"

Despite the harshness of her words, there was a whisper of warmth in her monotone voice.

Hope. The balming brush of hope caused me to raise my head.

The sight of her was blurred with unshed tears. I roughed a hand across my eyes and rose to my feet.

She pressed her back into the door, her hand still on the handle. "Please stay where you are."

"Okay." For good measure, I took a couple steps back. "I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"I haven't seen you in two months. I'm sorry but I was beginning to go crazy."

"You've seen me. You can leave now."

"Olivia—"

"Are you here to kill me?"

The fuck? "What? Why would you think that?"

Her beautiful expressive eyes never left mine. "Because I'll be testifying against you tomorrow. Why else would you come here the day before?"

"Because you won't be testifying tomorrow. I wanted to see you one last time."

Her guard fell, her hand falling from the door handle. "What do you mean I won't be testifying?"

"I signed a plea deal so there won't be any trial."

A sudden humorless grin crossed her features. She nodded. "Ah, of course. What more did I expect? Shayne West being accountable for her actions? Not a chance, right?"

"Trials are messy and time consuming. I didn't want to put anyone, especially you through any of it."

"No matter how messy, they're there for a reason. You must be proud of yourself for not getting locked up, huh?" Her hostility grew with every word.

I took a step forward. "Well—"

She raised her hand to stop me. "No, please. Since you're not here to end my life, I'm begging you to leave me alone. You have a lot to celebrate anyway," she said, taking her hand back to the door handle.

I stopped her before she could touch it. "I agreed to sixty years without parole."

"W-what?"

Her face quickly went from hostile to realization to mortification and finally to...pale?

Like a hundred meter runner, she set off from the door, ran towards and then passed me.

I turned on my heel just in time to see her burst into the hallway bathroom right before slamming the door shut.

Confused and worried, I stood in front of the closed door. "Are you okay?"

The moment the last word left my mouth, the violent sound of hurling guts had me freezing on the spot.

"Olivia, is everything okay?"

Her voice came out gurgled. "Yes, I'm ok—" More hurling. "I'm okay."

No she wasn't. "Anything I can do to help?"

"No, everything's fine!" She suddenly belched, mighty and oddly impressive. "Oh my God, kill me now," she said more quietly.

"Everything does not seem fine, just saying." Despite my concern, I couldn't help the tag of a smile.

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"I'll be right out. Please just take a seat on the couch!"

She didn't want me to leave anymore, understandably after what I'd told her. But if my presence had upset her this much.

"Olivia, it's okay, I can leave. I just wanted to see you and tell you what's going on myself."

Her voice was less strained and more firm. "Shayne, take a seat."

Roger that. "You sure you don't need anything?"

"Nope, I—" She got right back to emptying her stomach contents. This time it almost sounded like a projectile.

I pursed my lips. "Alright, I'll take a seat then."

Her couch was a fucking rock. And unfortunately it was the only furniture around other than the two wooden bar stools at the counter. The walls were a horrendous shade of yellow. Nothing personal was framed or nailed up. It wasn't fancy by any means.

And I would have given the whole fucking world just to share the place with her.

The shower in the hallway bathroom turned on. I tsk-tsked. It must have been a hell of a mess.

Ten minutes later, I watched the door handle to the bathroom turn and I sat upright. I moved to the edge of the couch, elbows on knees, eyes on the door.

It slowly creaked open until the full sight of her stood in the doorway.

The towel ended right around her gently curved hips. Her hair was wet and dark, droplets of water falling from it's ends to the hidden valley between her breasts. Her skin was rosy pink and supple from the shower. And lord help me, those fantastic legs were on full display, glistening and bare.

The full force of my hunger hit me so hard I had to dig my feet into the ground and force my gaze away, taking in a deep breath. This wasn't what I was here for, and even if it was, it was highly unlikely she would even let me touch her.

"You want to stay for dinner?"

When my eyes jumped to hers in surprise, they were looking at everything but me. The rosiness in her cheeks was brutal, and she couldn't seem to stop biting her bottom lip.

Damn, I nearly forgot about the major puking session. At least she hadn't sensed my raging need and was more worried about what I'd witnessed some minutes ago.

I smiled, a giddy feeling filling my chest. "I'd love to stay for dinner. How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine. Everything got out."

I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah I heard."

She winced, finally looking at me. "I'm sorry, that was so embarrassing. Last time that happened was back in high school, when I crashed my mom's car and didn't tell her."

I let out a low whistle. "Not the easiest of situations. So when you're nervous, you..." I gestured towards the bathroom.

Her blush deepened. "Yeah, more so when I'm stressed."

"So I stressed you?" I shouldn't have come.

"I've been holding back that nausea for weeks. It wasn't you, trust me." She folded her arms. "What you said, about the plea deal. Is it true?"

I began to speak, but her phone beat me to it.

"One second," she said before walking to the counter and answering the call. "Good evening...Yes? Uhuh...plea deal? Oh I see..No, no problem at all...You have a good night too."

Too distracted to look away in time, she turned to me and found my eyes where her ass just was a moment ago. She tightened the towel around her body, a different blush reddening her cheeks.

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Shit. "I'm sorry—"

"I'll go get dressed and then I'll get started on dinner," she hurriedly said before swiftly leaving the room, away from my hungry gaze.

I shut my eyes and facepalmed. Could I have been any less repulsive?

Within a matter of minutes, she was back, and covered from head to toe.

She adjusted the sleeves on her gigantic hoody. "Would you like some coffee while I prepare dinner?"

"I can make it myself if you don't mind."

"A guest willing to make their own coffee? Why would I mind?" she said, a small frown pulling down at the corners of her mouth.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It is a small kitchen."

She smiled, a genuine, beautiful smile that lit up her bright green eyes. God, I'd missed her.

"It isn't small, it's cozy," she said, walking into the kitchen.

"Okay then." I rose from the couch and winced at a stab of pain in my lower back.

Olivia chuckled. "It was on sale, so don't say a word. You've already criticized my kitchen."

I raised my hands in surrender. "Alright I won't." I went to stand at the counter, opposite her. "It is small though," I said with a silent laugh.

She rolled her eyes, taking the conversation in good stride. "The coffee is in that bag and the milk's in that one."

"Alright. I can help unpack the rest of the stuff."

"If it's no trouble, I'd appreciate it."

As I stocked up the cabinets, she got around to making dinner. I made sure to make zero contact with her, but it didn't help that her wonderful scent filled up the kitchen.

"You obviously heard from the phone call they told me about the plea deal," she said, cutting into a chicken breast. "I just don't get it."

I paused before resuming to store away the now empty bags. "Don't get what?"

"It's sixty years, Shayne," she said incredulously. "Surely you can't be serious about it."

I folded my arms and leaned back against the counter beside her. "I'm pretty sure that phone call explained my seriousness," I said looking down at her.

"That may be but—" She looked up and instantly froze, her eyes going wide.

"What?"

She looked away and continued cutting. "Nothing, it's just been a while having you this close, looking at me like that."

I immediately moved several inches away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

"Well, uncomfortable? Maybe not. But unfamiliar? For sure."

Eager to hear this, I simple nodded to urge her on.

She put down the knife and fully turned to me. "It just feels like it'll take a lot for us to get back to where we used to be. I mean you wanted to use me to get to my dad, Shayne. And then seeing what you did to that poor man. Not to mention the possibility of you spending six decades behind bars."

All I could do was stare, unable to find the right words.

"Well? Say something."

I still couldn't.

"You know what? It's fine. It's probably bad timing to open any doors that might never close. You can make your coffee, I'll get back to dinner."

It was obvious she'd shut me out right there. I'd done the damage myself and I didn't know how to repair it.

Almost an hour later of zero conversation I was putting away the dishes in the dishwasher.

"That was delicious. Thanks for asking me to stay for dinner."

"No problem." She didn't look at me as she continued wiping down the counter.

"I lied."

Seemingly unbothered, she shrugged. "Nothing new with that. What did you lie about this time."

"I was never going to tell you about my intentions to use you. I just hoped you'd never find out."

She sighed and threw the used paper towel into the trash. "I appreciate the honesty, albeit it's brutality. But I don't know what you expect me to do with that information," she said, resting her hands on her hips.

"I want you to know that my intention was never to hurt you and lose you. I didn't plan on telling you because I feared that same exact result."

"Well, I found out. I was hurt."

"But I didn't lose you?" I was treading on thin ice and we both knew it.

"I don't know, Shayne."

She started to turn away but I held her hand to stop her.

"Don't!" she said before yanking her hand away. "You're the one who decided to sign that plea deal and you're asking me if you've lost me? What do you think?" Her eyes turned watery.

"Olivia, I don't want to lose you."

Her voice got louder. "You don't mean that, or else you wouldn't have decided to give up on us. You and my dad have just decided to abandon me and leave me alone. All I'll have left is a mother that I don't trust and a crazy biological father who I probably will never see again."

"No one's abandoning you, I promise."

"Your promises don't mean shit!" Tears rolling down her face, she came to me and shoved her hands into my chest. "Go! Since you wanna leave me so bad, why don't you just go right now? Just go!"

She shoved me once more before going limp in a cry. I quickly held her in my arms and brought her down to the floor with me. With my back against the counter cabinet, I let her cry into my shoulder, her whole body cradled in my lap.

"Shhh, it's okay," I said, kissing the top of her head and caressing her back.

Her crying gradually turned silent until she went still in my arms. After what felt like ages, she lifted her head from my shoulder.

She stared a few seconds before speaking. "I'm sorry."

I frowned. "Sorry for what?" Unable to help myself, I caressed strands of dark hair behind her ear.

"For everything. For agreeing to testify against you. For what happened in Turkey. For having Oran Demir as my father. Just...I'm sorry for all of it."

"Hey, there's nothing to apologize for."

"No, there is." She adjusted herself in my lap. "I'm sorry for actually thinking you would ever hurt me. Truth is, it was easier to fear you than it was to accept that I was in love with you no matter what you've done. From the bottom of my heart I am sorry."

"Okay. Okay. It's okay." I kissed her forehead. "Don't worry about it."

Pulling back, I brushed my thumb over her cheek before she closed her eyes in a sigh.

At their own accord, my eyes fell to her luscious mouth and my need for her made a swift return. Fuck.

She opened her eyes just in time to see mine glued to her lips.

I cleared my throat and completely detached my gaze from any part of her. "We better get off this floor," I said, making to get up.

A soft slender hand slipping to the back of my neck halted my movements and had me staring right back into those now pleading eyes.

"I've missed you." With the uttered words, she pulled me closer and pressed her mouth to mine.