An hour passed and Olivia clutched on her pillow as she tossed and turned in her bed, vexed that the three thousand dollar furniture couldn't make her fall asleep.
"I'm f*cked," she cursed as she sprang up, combing her hair with her hand.
Annoyed and disappointed at herself, she stood up and looked far out of the window to clear her mind but was instead left wondering if the moving lights from the sea was the ship that Maxen was on.
Walking out of her bedroom, she grabbed her fluffy robe and covered herself. She dragged her feet from her penthouse suite down to her decoy apartment, lying belly down on the bed that she shared with Maxen.
"What's wrong with me?" she uttered and buried her face on the pillow, baffled at the wrenching pain in her chest. She lifted her head and faced the empty side of the bed, a tear falling from her eyes.
She never was a clingy person, and she didn't want such a person near her too.
