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6. The hot bimbo

Freya’s POV

I jumped away from the window as our eyes connected like it had burned me I could remember the intensity in his eyes and it had me shivering, I was so drawn to him I could swear I saw sparks from where our shoulders brushed earlier–they way he stared down at me in the hallway, a smirk on his lips like he knew something, It made me rub my thighs together, I had never felt so deprived at the same time contented.

I looked down at the broken flower vase on the floor I had broken in a rush to break the spell he had cast over me.

I immediately walked out of the room–I didn’t want to lose my job over a broken vase so I opted out to believe that I didn’t step a foot in this room.

The passage that led to Oliver’s room was thankfully empty, I didn’t want anyone to see me and ask me questions I had no answers to–I noticed his room was slightly ajar, and the lady from earlier was sitting on the bed walking back past the room, I stopped deciding to help her out since she seemed confused and headed back to the room, standing outside about to enter the door was thrown open catching me off guard.

She stood behind the door “What do you want?” she said out, it wasn’t a coincidence she had opened the door as I was about to enter, it seems she had smelled me.

Seeming surprised at her aggressiveness towards me “You seem lost, I wanted to help you leave” I said but it seemed I made a mistake.

“Oh please, this isn’t my first time here” she brags, oh she was a regular whore–I made that an item to remember.

“Oh I didn’t know, you had that whore look on your face,” I said watching her lose her cool.

“I and Oliver are dating, about to get married” She emphasized the word ‘married’, but I knew better than to believe her, Oliver didn’t seem like the kind of person that would settle down anytime soon but her confidence made it hard to believe otherwise.

“So Stay away for him, he doesn’t go for humans like you,” she said with condescension, giving me a once over–I didn’t need to hear it from her Oliver wasn’t a fan of mine, he had made that clear from the moment our fate entwined not to talk of how he had spoken badly about me to his grandmother–my only saving grace was that she didn’t give in to his consideration.

“What makes you think I have one bit of attraction towards him?” I laughed, knowing how hypocritical that sounded, any one with eyes could see how pulled into him I was.

“Don’t lie, half of the female population of our kind and your kind want him, they all want a taste” she said smugly, here again with my kind–I didn’t understand what they meant every time they had called me human, weren’t we of the same breed?

“I don’t like him,” I muttered, glaring at her.

“Good” she hummed “You could never get his attention so don’t bother” She closed the door to my face, I was right to hate her since I first saw her–if this was the kind of girl Oliver was attracted to I will gladly not be one of them.

I went back into that room, the room from where I had looked down to him. The view there was impeccable and at the same time had this calm aura around the four corners of the room.

I needed to think, and mourn over the time I had spent here–it was of futile use thinking I wasn’t attracted to him, I was mesmerized by him and I didn’t know how to go about that –I wanted to stop that attraction so badly I had started contemplating ways to avoid him but I knew how impossible that was, I mean we both stayed in the same house even though it was of different side running into him was inevitable.

The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my train of thought, looking back I was met with the look of surprise on Mrs Callum's face–feeling the need to explain myself “I got lost” I said watching a smile take over her face.

“Oh it is fine” she waved off “I think I owe you a house tour” she beamed, her face lighting up–she was such a positive person to be around, I wonder how Oliver turned out that grumpy.

“No it is fine, I will just figure my way around I don’t wanna stress you out” I protested.

“Nonsense, I wouldn’t propose this to you if it was of any stress come on” she led the way outside the room while I followed behind her.

I never knew there was this much space in this house, wide was an understatement as I passed through every passage that led to different aspects of the house–stopping at the front of a family portrait consisting of a little boy about the age of 5 if I wasn’t mistaken, a woman and a man.

There was a striking resemblance between the boy and the man which made me believe this was Oliver as a child and his father, I felt the texture of the photo noticing he looked happy here, and I marveled at the smile he wore on his face–it didn’t seem fake like the laughter he throws around since I had met him for the sake of fun.

“He was so happy as a young child” She smiled sadly at the picture–this was the first time I have ever seen her sad and it broke me.

Curiosity took hold of me, I asked “What changed?”

She swiped a tear off the side of her eyes “his mother, my daughter became part of the wind” she said, her voice croaked a little from trying to hold her tears–I could tell how much the death affected the family it seem to me she was the sunshine that came every day to this family but it was gone which left everyday gloomy for them.

A question was at the tip of my tongue–where was his father? Did he also leave him behind to join nature? There was this little understanding I felt deep within towards Oliver–the loss of a mother.

I wanted him so badly to find solace in me, but I knew it wasn’t possible as to how closed off he was to anyone but his grandmother.

“Freya dear?” she called, my mind was far away I hadn’t noticed when she had moved, waking to catch up with her I knew right there I was coming to have a soft spot for this woman here.

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