Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Chapter 138

Fresh from the shower, his hair slick and damp, Oliver felt the droplets trail from the tips of his locks, gliding down, pausing briefly at the ridge of his collarbone before continuing their path. He approached the bed, where Josefina lay in deep slumber. Assured she was out like a light, he quietly retreated to the adjacent guest room to catch some Z's.

Later, seated on the couch, Oliver busied himself with some paperwork on his laptop until an unfamiliar ringtone broke the silence. A frown creased his brow as he answered the call. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"Oliver, it's me," Shay's voice filtered through, tinged with a tremor of hesitance.

"What's up?" His tone remained as cold as ever, devoid of any warmth, almost robotic, lacking even a hint of tenderness.

Shay stumbled, "It's just that I—"

With a click, the line went dead. Oliver had hung up. Shay felt the sting of rejection, her face contorted with the shock of his callousness. How could he be so heartless?

Fuming, she dialed Sydney, who was just about to tuck herself in for the night. The phone barely rang before Sydney, recognizing Shay's number, picked up.

"Mom, I heard from Finley that my Oliver's got a girlfriend now? Any idea who the lucky lady is?"

Mentioning Josefina was enough to get Sydney's blood boiling. "It's that Harrison girl," she spat out. "You haven't seen the half of it, Shay. That girl's got nerve. Your dad and Oliver had a bit of a tiff, and she just swoops in, provoking your dad. Now look at us, practically under house arrest in this villa, can't step a foot outside. I'm dying to see you, but nope, can't do that either."

Shay furrowed his brow, surprised at how capable Lena turned out to be. In the brief time Shay had been abroad, had that little slut really managed to snag Oliver?

"Does Oliver really listen to her like that? Allowing her to do as she pleases?" Shay asked, incredulous.

Sydney huffed. "I don't know what's gotten into him. He treats that girl so well, better than his own parents."

Shay's expression darkened further. "He's really that smitten?"

"Your dad's about to blow a gasket. You know how he is with the ladies. He'd keel over without them. Now, he's so desperate he can't even think of a way to hop the fence."

"What? He tried to escape?"

"Escape, my foot! Oliver's security caught him, and he ended up breaking a leg. Now he's crawling around, gloomier than a raincloud, plotting his great escape from Alcatraz."

Shay looked downright ghastly. She needed to return home, and pronto. "Mom, I'll be back in a few days. I've got to see for myself what kind of girl has Oliver wrapped around her little finger."

Despite Sydney's earnest pleas, Shay's mind was set. She hung up, sinking back against the couch, staring blankly at the breakfast spread before her, appetite nowhere to be found. Restlessly, Shay grabbed her phone and shot off a series of texts to her friends back home.

...

Morning light pierced through the glass, casting golden streaks across Josefina's eyes. Her lush, long lashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, only to be met with a sight that sent her heart into a tailspin.

What in the world? Why was she sprawled across Oliver's chest?

She needed answers, and fast.

With a soft exclamation, Josefina scrambled off of him. As Oliver's eyes flicked open, he caught sight of her – small and vulnerable – and he couldn't help but suppress a chuckle.

"Josie, if anyone's been taken advantage of, it's me. What's got you all worked up?"

Josefina, taking advantage of Oliver?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!