He Waited She Wilted (Ottilie and Yorath) novel Chapter 11

Yves's eyes were full of tenderness and joy. "Is it that upcoming movie?"

"What movie?"

"The last one you filmed three years ago. I saw the news that it's finally premiering."

Ottilie lowered her gaze to the glass of water in front of her, flashes of the film set rushing through her mind.

In a luxurious, entirely soundproofed room, the cameras had been turned off. Nyssa had tricked her into going inside, leaving her with a group of male actors who took things too far.

"Ottilie..."

She snapped back to reality and saw Yves already standing. His face was right next to hers, calling her name with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"Your mouth is bleeding."

Yves grabbed a napkin and pressed it to the corner of her lips.

The delayed sting made Ottilie realize she had bitten her own lip under extreme emotional duress. She took the napkin and held it against the wound herself.

"Sorry, I accidentally bit my lip. I didn't mean to worry you."

Ottilie took out the crystal globe. "A promotion gift for you."

Yves opened the box, carefully lifting the gift out with both hands. "It’s so artistic. I love it."

They left the restaurant at nine o'clock that evening.

At nine-ten, Jevon called Yorath. "Did you watch the video I sent you?"

Yorath moved his mouse and clicked on Jevon's chat window.

In the video, Ottilie and Yves were having dinner. Yves suddenly stood up and leaned in close to her, making it look as though he had kissed her.

...

At ten o'clock, Yves dropped Ottilie off at home.

As soon as she walked through the door, she saw Shawn sprawled in the yard, drunk and throwing up. She bypassed him and headed inside.

"Ottilie," Shawn slurred, "hasn't your Mr. Walden decided to marry you yet? If he's not in a hurry, I am. I've got a girlfriend now, and I need cash."

"Mr. Walden and I are just getting to know each other. There are no plans to take things further right now. You'll have to figure out your own wedding expenses," she replied smoothly.

Furious, Shawn marched up to her and pointed a finger right at her nose. "Do you still think you're some big star being kept by Yorath Fordham? Don't you dare talk to me like that. Let me tell you, I met Huxley Tarrant, the son of Yorath's mentor. Even your precious Yorath has to suck up to their family. He's going to introduce his sister Nyssa to me as a girlfriend. You'd better start sucking up to me, or you won't get a single benefit in the future."

"Congratulations on joining high society," she said flatly.

After that, she went back to her room and locked the door.

Shawn pounded on it from the outside. "Ottilie, get out here! I'm going to the hospital tomorrow to visit Huxley, and you're coming with me to apologize to Nyssa. If she doesn't forgive you, you'll drop to your knees right by her bed and beg until she does."