Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 90: 90-Taste Of Me

Verity:

"I mean, I really wanted to give my condolences. Your brother, that coward, ruined your life."

As he said those words, I smiled at him, and I swear tears wouldn’t stop gathering in my eyes.

"It’s okay. I healed," I replied, though I bet he could tell I was crushed beneath the surface.

"And look at you. It seems you’ve been working out. You finally decided to shed all those pounds of fat."

Once again, he commented on my weight, reminding me that some people simply never change.

"So it seems like it’ll be just you and me for a whole week," he added with a smirk.

"Oh, I don’t want to imagine how hard—" Oliver said, leaning toward me until my back touched the table.

He planted both hands on either side of me and bent down slightly.

"Harder than ever," he added.

Then his tone shifted.

"We are going to work."

But I knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"Now, I have a few plans that we need to work on, and I think we’ll be staying late," he said dramatically, trying to focus on work.

But I knew it was his subtle way of telling me that I’d be stuck with him for the rest of the day, and possibly for even longer once the office building emptied out.

He then walked over to Ragnar’s desk and stared at the chair.

I noticed everything. The way he moved, the way he looked at it.

He craved the power Ragnar had.

Slowly, he ran a hand along the backrest before beginning to lower himself into the seat.

"I think that’s really inappropriate."

The moment I spoke, he nearly jumped back like a startled cat.

"You shouldn’t sit there. It’s my boss’s chair," I said calmly.

I watched his eyes narrow and his fists clench.

"Also, I don’t think I can stay late. I have a boyfriend I had made a commitment with."

I spoke with a smile on my lips, watching his eyes narrow even further, possibly in shock.

Or maybe something else. I didn’t know.

"You have a boyfriend?" he asked before tilting his head and looking me up and down.

"Well, why am I not surprised anymore? If the old Verity had said that to me—" He rubbed his palms together as he started to speak.

I smiled and cut him off.

"Well, the old Verity is gone. You don’t have to talk about her, or I’ll begin to wonder if you miss her that much."

I watched his face turn red with annoyance.

"And it seems like you’re still single," I commented with a smile, walking over to my workstation and sitting down as I flipped through the file.

I could tell he was staring at me, seated in the chair where his sister usually sat beside Ragnar.

After a brief moment, he started to laugh.

"You’re funny."

I didn’t know why he said that, but it was his way of telling me I had pissed him off.

For the next ten minutes, neither of us spoke.

I honestly forgot he was even there.

My mind was occupied with thoughts of the brothers going away for a week.

Their bond with Gigi would only grow stronger.

The problem was that I knew they had been together for years.

I don’t know why, but it felt like every day I wasn’t with them, Gigi’s hold on them grew stronger.

Ten minutes later, I suddenly heard a voice and snapped my head up.

Oliver had his phone in his hand, watching something.

Not just anything.

I recognized the voice from the video that had been played countless times over the past few years.

And the fucking scary part was that I was never the one playing it.

Whenever I walked past, people would start playing that video.

He was watching the humiliation video of my brother.

I started to clench my fists. My breathing became erratic.

I felt as though my heart might stop.

I finally looked up and saw Oliver watching me with a smile on his lips.

He held his phone up, making sure I knew exactly what he was watching.

I slammed my hand on the table and got to my feet, grabbing my purse and phone.

"Aren’t we supposed to work late tonight? I told you," he called after me, but I had enough.

Everyone was already leaving.

I didn’t have to stay behind and work.

"Ragnar hadn’t informed me that I would be needed after office hours," I muttered.

I wasn’t going to let this man torture me.

I stormed out of the office, briskly making my way toward the elevator.

Then, just as I was about to step inside, I felt a shove from behind.

The next thing I knew, I was stumbling into the elevator while Oliver stepped in after me and shut the doors behind us.

I quickly searched through my bag for my phone, but he put his foot on it and kicked it to the side before stepping in front of me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded, raising my voice.

He tilted his head.

Then he leaned down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me to my feet, slamming my back against the elevator wall as he closed the distance between us.

"You will not show your attitude to me," he hissed, a warning in his eyes. "Remember a few things. Remember your place. Your brother fucking hurt my sister. If anything, I should be the one hurting you and calling it even."

His words made my breathing quicken.

"Haven’t you done enough?"

As soon as I said those words, I watched some of the anger leave his face, replaced by a smirk.

"No. I haven’t taken revenge on this hot version of you yet," he replied.

He let go of my arms and planted his hands on either side of me against the wall, caging me in before looking me up and down.

"I want a taste of you," he mumbled.

I kept staring at him, trembling with fear, while he continued to smirk.