Chapter 148. Speak of the Devil, and He Appears

Olivia's POV

I woke up with a terrible fever. My entire body shook, and I was covered in sweat.

I buried myself under the covers, determined to wait out my symptoms. I wanted to be certain that the medication worked yesterday, and it wasn't I who waited it out.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to half an hour. I was still lying on my bed, shivering and sweating. My whole body ached and my eyes stung and were more watery.

My thighs clenched together under the covers, and I could feel my juices gushing out of me. My libido was over the roof, and I was craving André.

I turned my head to the bedside table and saw the box of syringes lying there. All I had to do was take one and stick it into my arm or thigh, and all my symptoms would go away. I didn't want to. I was determined to wait for it all to be over."

Thirty minutes turned to an hour, and I saw that there was no hope in sight. I had waited much longer than this when André came in t