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He won’t keep me from her.

As much as I’m keeping my true feelings for Olivia under wraps, if she wants more, then I’ll be there.

With bells on.

Chapter Twelve

OLIVIA

I bracemy hands on the shower wall, looking down at the water swirling down the drain and fighting my gag reflex.

I hiccup and lose the battle, throwing up bile between my feet.

I groan, washing away the mess and getting out to brush my teeth. Again.

This is the second time I’ve thrown up, and I’m beginning to think I’ve got one hell of a stomach bug. Or maybe it’s that sushi I ate with Marie, the one from the grocery store.

I give Roland a call.

He answers easily, probably getting ready for work.

“What’s up, boss?”

“I’m sick. I don’t think I’ll come in today.”

“Don’t. If you give it to me, I’ll kill you.”

I chuckle.

It’s been weeks now, and I haven’t told either of my best friends what happened with the guys, mostly because I’ve been in my own head about it.

I’m grateful that I don’t have to see Dominic and Sebastian every day, but seeing Damien isn’t going well, either.

I barely talk to him, avoiding him since that night.

I’ve thrown myself into work, making sure everything is on the up and up with the merger.

Of course, I’ve had to interact with him now and again, and he seems to always belookingat me, and all I can think about is how I know what he feels like inside me, what he tastes like.

At least I won’t have to see him today.

I sigh as I plop back down on the bed, and then nausea rolls in my stomach again and suddenly, I’m throwing up into the wastebasket, hunched over the edge of the bed.

Maybe I should see a doctor.

I sit up slowly, a wave of dizziness passing over me.

I shouldn’t drive like this, so I call Marie.

“Thought you were sick,” she drawls.

“I know you’re at work, but is there any way you could leave early and take me to the urgent care?”

“The urgent care? Oh, no. Of course, I’ll be right over. What’s wrong?” There’s shuffling of paperwork in the background, like she’s packing up.

I smile, grateful to have a good friend. “Just a stomach thing. I just want to get some meds and nip it in the bud. I have a lot to do and can’t afford to be down for however long this takes.”

“Be there in twenty.”