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Oliver pushed me to my back and took my right nipple in his mouth. I hoped it would always be this way between us.
When Sunday rolled around, I felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving. Oliver reassured me that we would invite everyone to Southampton again and that the house would always be available for my family to use.
We departed shortly before three, leaving the staff to tidy up the house for the next guests. I leaned against Oliver's shoulder in the car, attempting to nap and make up for the sleep I had missed the night before. Upon arriving home, I felt utterly lazy and watched as Oliver unpacked my suitcase despite my protests.
"How do you have so much energy?" I marveled.
"I'm used to little sleep," Oliver replied casually.
"Even before me?" I asked, surprised.
"Absolutely. My schedule has been somewhat disrupted by you, but I can still function quite well," he explained.
I scowled playfully. "Disrupted?"
"Distracted, upset, whatever word you want to insert," he clarified with a grin.
I couldn't help but giggle at his choice of words. "Insert?"
"Ryleigh, you like to act so innocent sometimes, but I know otherwise," Oliver teased.
"Why don't you come and see just how innocent I am?" I suggested flirtatiously.
"I have work to do," Oliver replied, trying to sound serious despite the twinkle in his eyes.
"Will this convince you?" I asked, removing my t-shirt and opening my bra.
"You're such a tease," Oliver chuckled.
"I'll lie here like this until you make a move," I teased, enjoying the banter.
With a grin, Oliver dove onto the bed, and unpacking our suitcases was quickly forgotten as we surrendered to each other's embrace.
Chapter 19
I’m nervous as hell. Oliver’s friends are meeting us at a steakhouse in midtown. I’ve never met them before, and I wondered what they’ll think of me. I worry they’ll question our age difference or think I’m a gold digger trying to get my hands on Oliver’s millions.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my royal blue dress with the modest scoop neck. I had opted for a somewhat conservative look compared to my usual style. As I applied mascara, Oliver emerged from the closet, impeccably dressed in a navy-blue suit, complemented by a blue shirt and a light yellow tie. He looked stunning, as always.
"You're beautiful," Oliver said, his gaze lingering on me in the mirror.
"I hope your friends will like me," I confessed, feeling a flutter of nerves.
“What's not to like? They'll love you. If they don't, I'm kicking them out of the wedding party," Oliver reassured me with a grin.
"You're asking them to be in the wedding party?" I asked, surprised.
"Of course. They're my closest friends," Oliver explained. "You never told me who your bridesmaids would be."
"Sadie will be my maid of honor. Most of my friends are scattered around the country, but I have some from Westchester that you haven't met," I replied, recalling the limited number of close friends I had.
"I'd like to meet them. You never talk about them," Oliver noted, genuine curiosity in his voice.
"We grew apart during college. Isn't that what always happens? I think people felt sorry for me because of my father. I didn't have a lot of friends in middle school because I was the weird quiet kid," I admitted, reflecting on my past.
"If they could see you now," Oliver murmured, standing behind me and straightening his tie in the mirror.
Before I knew it, his hands were sliding up to cup my breasts, and I gently pushed him away.
