An ordinary dream it was meant to be but Oliver found himself falling in that dream, over her beautiful gaze of a goddess, he found himself swimming in the honey of her eyes and testing the grapes of her lips. His heart beating like a drum behind his rib cage as he felt her warm skin on his face inches away this time. He could inhale her breath, and would have wanted to remain there, Evelyn Ada Jones entangled in his arms, her soft eyes looking deep into him.
"Do you love me?" She whispered as she closed the distance again.
"Sir!" Oliver snapped his eyes open, cutting the scene back to real life. He grunted when he jerked his injured arm.
He watched Clare going through the windows and splitting the curtains open. Letting the disturbing sun rays in. Oliver set his foot on the ground and recited his quote while Mrs. Clare went through his heavy schedule.
He had to be on the construction field, then in a rescheduled meeting, and a conference for businessmen, then with Mr. Peter Jones for his lessons and more.
Oliver took his breakfast in an unending silence, the sound of his fork and knife was the only entertaining sound in the large room.
Mrs. Clare didn't change her morning legumes but she made sure the maids made it colorful and inviting. Eating with one hand was one war he had to conquer.
Oliver's phone started buzzing, he looked down to find FATHER flashing in bold.
"Shit." He muttered as he kept staring at the call, not daring to answer. The call sound ceased, he tried to return to eating but found his stomach in the midst of his worries.
Oliver wiped his mouth before grabbing his phone and leaving. Tim helped him into the car and came in just after with his stuff. Once again his phone began buzzing but he just ignored it.
Tim saw that and could help it, "you're only making it worse." He said as he lit up a cigarette.
"Shut up, Tim, I know what to do." Oliver nodded nervously to himself.
Tim's phone was next to start buzzing, "Your father is calling again." He mocked.
Oliver stared at Tim with wide eyes before recollecting himself, "tell him, I'm in a meeting."
"Why?"
Tim answered with a relaxed, "sir," he glanced at Oliver and the boy looked like he would pass out from holding his breath.
"No sir, he is in a meeting. Yes sir, will let him know sir." He lowered the phone.
Oliver let out a loud breath, "Jesus Christ." He muttered.
"You owe me one little prince," Tim said before taking a long drag on his cigarette.
Oliver arrived on the construction ground and he was greeted by the chief engineer himself who took him round and let him see the progress himself. He immediately started a report as they rode to Zilda. Once again his phone started buzzing. He as usual ignores the call.
Getting to Zilda he held a successful meeting with investors and had a private meeting with Mr. Benson, his assistant.
At the end of the day, he still hasn't picked up the call. It was when he was done with Mr. Peter who for a reason had invited him to his office for the lecture, Evelyn and her brother happened to be pulling in when Mr. Peter was escorting him and Tim to the car.
She looked hesitant and didn't say a word, rather her eyes traveled down his hand in the case. Though he had his suit over his shoulders.
"Hello," she smiled. Immediately he was taken back to his dream as confusing as it was.
"Sir." Tim nudged him, snapping him out of stance.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Just tired." He added.
"Evelyn and us would like to say a big thank you for saving her yesterday. She narrated everything to me. Mr. Peter explained.
"You're welcome sir, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I can't protect a lady under my watch?" Oliver put up a polite smile.
Evelyn laughed nervously. They exchanged farewells and Oliver left along with Tim.
Back in his mansion, he had dinner quietly and was soon retreating to bed, when a maid rushed to him informing him of his mother's calling.
Oliver this time picked up the call. "Mother." He started.
"My goodness, son, your father has been trying to reach you all day long. What happened? Are you okay?"
"Yes mother, I'm quite alright."
"Why did you ignore his calls like that?"
"I didn't ignore his calls, I forgot my phone before leaving this morning." Oliver bit his lower lip. He hated lying cause it meant stooping low for him.
"I see, what is with your arm? Are you badly hurt?"
"I'm fine, it was a minor accident."
"Oh my GOD! What accident? Did anyone get hurt? Your driver or your bodyguard?"
"No mother, I was not careful so I hurt my arm. Now I feel better, don't you worry about me." He muttered.
"I see, anyway, your brothers and Emma would be coming for a short visit soon, they're eager to meet you after a few years now."
Oliver's breathing hitched as he heard the news. "I don't think it is a good idea, I'm very busy here and I have so much to deal with."
"What are you hiding Oliver Tomlinson Brooke? A girlfriend at home?"
*What is with them thinking I'm dating someone?
"No ma'am, I'm just too busy."
"I hope you're not skinny again."
"No ma'am, I'm not, at least I don't think I am."
"Baby, I think I should equally add my presence to the list of visitations. I feel like holding my baby again."
Oliver rolled his eyes, *help me
He heard her laugh from the other side, "Don't forget to call your father, he sounded very mad at you."
"I can't do this tonight. I tend to sleep with a relaxed mind."
"He was really mad, I don't like this when your father is that mad with you, you know what happens. I'm glad you're far away from him." She sighed.
Oliver paused, "mother."
"Yes, honey."
"Can you call him now instead? Let him know about what I told you?"
"Consider it done, baby."
Oliver smiled, even though it was little and not up to a real smile. "Goodnight, mother."
"Night honey, don't forget to get in your covers and don't let the bugs bite. Don't stay up late doing some paperwork, it is important you sleep now you're young."
"Yes ma'am," Oliver replied politely.
"Big kisses." She hung the call and the room fell silent.
Oliver walked to his office, lowering himself on his desk chair, he lit up his laptop and began his work on the reports he must deliver and his assignments. While staring at the screen his mind wanders back to Evelyn. It was just a dream yet it felt so real if not for Mrs. Clare who cut in without invitation.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, Evelyn was ugly. And she was not his type; he couldn't imagine himself falling for her like in his dream. She was just not the right person.
He shook his head as he imagined her glass face. Rather die in a black hole than fall for Evelyn's glassed face.
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