Chapter 4 - Rockaway Tower (1/2)
Rockaway Tower
Up inside the penthouse of the most exclusive c.o.n.d.o.minium in the metro, a freshly showered Olivia wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe stood in front of the mirror.
She stood motionless for a good minute until she wiped the fog that covered the mirror, turning the white mask into droplets of water at her warm hand's touch. And when she had a good view of herself, her eyes zeroed in on her collarbone that turned purple from a bite mark.
She scrubbed the purple mark hard with a white washcloth, trying to erase the sickening mark from her body. She winced when it started to hurt and the memory of last night swallowed her mind like a storm surge. Her stomach started to turn upside down, sick to the core when she started to feel every little touch that Lance made on her body.
Last night, Olivia heard the doorbell ring while she was busily reviewing a pile of doc.u.ments in her bedroom. It had been a week since her arrival yet Lance never showed his face and she was certain that it was him behind the main door so she gathered the doc.u.ments on her bed and hid everything inside a drawer.
She composed herself and forced a sweet smile that masked the bitterness in her heart as she welcomed Lance who entered her place without a word. No hugs. No kisses. No how are yous. He went straight to the living room and slumped on the couch as he talked about his work before asking for her help.
Back in the present, Olivia's long slender fingers brushed on the bite mark on her collarbone. She clearly remembered how she received this 'gift'. In the middle of their lovemaking on the sofa, because she didn't want him in her room, she asked him if he loves her. Lance replied with a deep stinging bite on her collarbone and an angry hot tear fell from her eyes when she knew what he's about to say would be a damn lie.
”Of course.”
That's what he said. But the three words that she was dying to hear never left his mouth. Lance even looked at her straight into the eye that she almost believed him.
The clock struck twelve, waking up Lance from his nap. He quickly gathered his clothing and dressed up, ready to leave and return to the one whom he truly loves. Olivia closed her eyes and took a soft and shallow breath. She could feel her head spinning from all the emotional restraint that she had to endure.
”Prenuptial agreement. Just in case,” she slid the folder on the glass accent table in the living room.
It took Lance awhile before he decided to sign the doc.u.ments. He never read the contents because he knew that he would not marry her anyway. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to break-up with her and now was not the perfect time to do that, not when he still needed her.
After signing the doc.u.ments, Lance gave her a pat on the head and left. The door of Olivia's penthouse softly shut behind him. Olivia bit her lower lip and turned on her heel, walking towards the floor to ceiling windows. Her gaze landed on the park from afar, the only patch of green amongst the towering buildings in the metro. She's on top of the world and the clouds were at her reach yet she could feel the walls of the high-ceiling penthouse closing in on her, trapping her inside.
Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. Finally, Lance Go broke up with Olivia Lin over the phone.
”Let's call off the engagement, Liv.”
”What's her name?”