Chapter 107. Eleven Years

“Hey,” Sam chided the mayor's wife before I could speak. “We should all treat each other with respect, we aren't kids anymore.”

Olivia started walking across the room, and all eyes turned to her. 

And at that moment, I saw something in Sam’s eyes that made me remember Olivia's words. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE REAL SAMANTHA IS LIKE.

But it was a flicker. 

Sam was smiling brightly the next second and asking Olivia to stand beside her, the same spot Olivia Jones stood all jittery and uncomfortable eleven years ago.

Were those rumors true then?

I wove my hand around Olivia's waist, pulling her to myself, and at the contact of our bodies a silent gasp escaped her lips, fixing a band-aid to my wounded heart. 

Our sexual bond was still intact. 

I moved her to stand beside me, leveling a cold gaze at the others and waiting for the first person that would dare speak.

They were wiser than I gave them credit for because no