Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 90

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.

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