Oliver was satisfied as she brought out a lunch box from underneath his desk and placed it in front of her.
"What is it?" she eyed suspiciously.
"Open it."
"Is it a bomb? Are you trying to kill me?" she gasped and Oliver rolled his eyes. "It would also kill me too, Hastings. Besides I have many other ways to make you explode."
The meaning was clear and she glared at him before opening the lunch box. Removing the lid of the square plate, her eyes widened. It was breakfast. Toasted bread that wasn't burnt, her boba tea and fruits.
Somehow, for some inexplicable reason, he eyes watered. No one had ever taken care of her like this before. It was always the other way around. Oliver did this for her before but then he just stopped these few weeks.
She was going to die and was all alone in the condo with no one but her thoughts. If Oliver had kept the cameras, snuck in to arrange her room and stocked her fridge she wouldn't have been alone.
"Why?" Oliver thought she was asking why he brought her breakfast. "Because you rarely eat breakfast and I knew you were going to come late so you wouldn't have time to cook for yourself." his eyes softened, staring at her.
She shook her head. "Not that. Why did you leave me all alone? You just left." She had no right to complain but being with Oliver let her walls crumble. She just needed someone to not ask questions as she cried and they would hold her as she broke apart and pick up the pieces.
"Hastings, I thought you needed space. I thought you hated me." The accusation in her tone was maddening. She asked him to stay away from her.
"I do. I hate you so much that it hurts sometimes. Do you hate me too?"
He honestly didn't know and instead of answering her question, he said, "Eat and don't you dare cry you raccoon. I'm not going anywhere again." It made her heart assured. He was there watching her as she ate like she was the most fascinating thing in the world.
And to him, she was. The silence was comfortable and the food was good. "Was it okay?"
"Did you cook it by yourself?"
"Yes. I learned how to make it." Or better yet, Rory taught him. He wanted to make it just for her, every morning.
"It's good. Thank you." she said sincerely and Oliver nodded.
"So for your punishment, you will be on night duty, today."
"Eh?"
"Have you forgotten that you came late to work or did you expect you would walk away just like that?"
She was truly speechless. "Are you fucking kidding me? You are an asshole through and through!"
His elbows rested on the table, laughing, "Aww, she has a nickname for me."
"You are a fucking bastard, you know that?" She stood up, huffing before leaving his office with the sound of Oliver's laugh following her.
His laugh was the most beautiful she had ever heard in her life. It was something she was willing to play on repeat but for him, it was every word she said.
"Looks like your punishment didn't go too well," Jack winced playfully, sitting on her desk.
"I swear I can fucking stab you with my pen if you don't shut your mouth!"
Jack giggled, "And I would go to the afterlife missing your sweet lemon cakes you bake for me!"
"You are a fucking idiot."
"You are using the word 'fuck' too much, maybe you're in that mood?" Rosa sitting across from her butt in, typing on her computer, innocently.
"Don't you have anything better to do than disturb me? I already have night duty do not add to my headache." she rubbed her temples and Jack slid of her desk and went to his seat after winking at her.
She flipped her middle finger at him and he barked out a laugh.
The office was now empty and it was almost twelve in the midnight. Being on night duty meant being the person to monitor an attack on the systems so you had to be awake and fast to strike back.
Her neck was stiff and she cracked it. God this had to be the most boring thing she had ever done in her life, so she started playing games on her sister.
"Pay 10 coins to buy an outfit for Angela." Someone said from behind her, hot breath on her neck. She recognized the voice.
"Is this part of the punishment I gave you, Hastings?"
She quickly changed the tab to something else. "Professor!" Kayla almost jumped out of her seat.
Oliver pulled out a chair and sat directly opposite Kayla, distance a foreign word to him.
"What are you doing here at this time? Shouldn't you be home?" The air was suffocating because of his presence. He made her unable to think and breathe. They were all alone.
Oliver rested his head on knuckles. "Because I'm curious. So tell me something about yourself, Hastings."
Kayla scowled, "Like you don't already know everything about me."
"That's true. I know you liked playing the cello. What else can you do? You seem to know how to do everything under the sun." He wasn't mocking her but a hint of pride and admiration were in his eyes and voice, genuinely interested.
"But I'm not as talented as Rory. She can do everything. That woman is fucking super woman. I mean she deserves it because of all the horrors she went through."
Being abused by her family who weren't real family, then being kidnapped by a psychopath who almost killed you and your husband. She had gone through a lot yet she was the most optimistic person she had ever met.
"You've also gone through a lot and deserve to be happy too." He said softly, studying her. She smiled lightly.
"Your sister doesn't seem to like me too much."
"Who? Asher?"
"Yes. She saw you touching me and you never touch any other woman so I must be very special."
"You fucking are, Hastings." The words hung in the air as the two of them looked into each other's eyes. The shift in the atmosphere, deafening.
"Tell me what horrors you've gone through, Oliver? How did I save you?" The words came out breathy. Oliver's eyes flickered to her lush lips. Lips he wanted to ravage.
"Not tonight, Hastings. Not fucking now," he warned, hand reaching out and touched her cheek gently. Caressing it, fingers in her hair.
He leaned forward, lips looming over hers before claiming them. Her eyes closed feeling his softness. He took his time, exploring every inch, tasting it, slowly like they had all the time in the world. It was so intimate, so different and everything she wanted.
The kiss was perfect. Their lips fit each other's like they were made for each other.
Then, the kiss turned fiery, passionate, and dominating. Their tongues fought for control and Oliver was winning which she couldn't let happen. Before she knew what she was doing, she bit his lower lip, drawing blood.
He pulled away, heaving, licking the blood. "You'll fucking pay for that, Hastings!"
"Fuck you." she uttered before Oliver's lips came crashing down on hers. Fuck he was addicted to her. He wanted this every single time.
Her mouth. One day, he would fuck her filthy little mouth. Defile it and enjoy every little bit of his cum dripping from her lips then he'd do it again. He had to do it again so all the nasty words she said would be all over his cock.
Kayla moaned into his mouth and his hands went under her dress, ripping her underwear before roughly plunging a finger into her. She gasped, pulling away.
"Oliver!" He grabbed the back of her hair, harshly. "I said you'd pay for it!"
His finger moved in and out of her and she rolled her head back, ecstasy flowing through her. Fuck. His thrusts became faster.
"Fuck your pussy is raining for me, Hastings. It's so fucking soaked!" he loved what he did to her. He couldn't wait to wreck her.
"Fuck I'm about to cum!" When she said that, Oliver retracted his finger and smiled cruelly.
"What the actual fuck!?" Her breath was uneven, eyes wide. She was a mess, her cunt throbbing with the need to cum.
"I said you would pay and you don't get to cum until I tell you to."