Chapter One

Olivia

It's funny how life goes sometimes. You meet someone at a certain age, and suddenly your best friends. Doing everything together, sharing secrets, living in the same place, and suddenly sharing a boyfriend. I don't mind sharing, especially with her, we've always shared everything after all. But I never imagine that one day I would share a boyfriend with my best friend one that I loved very much one that she knew that I love to.

Apparently I should have seen the signs, according to my older brother she's always gone after things that I loved. She's always been jealous and manipulative. But the fact that I didn't notice this side of her, as I told my brother, means that she was very good at hiding herself from me. But there is one thing that I can promise she was never always like this, or maybe she's right I've never really paid attention to our friendship. But in my defense she's always been the happiest person that I've known.

Sometimes I envied her. Both of us were from the same financial statuses. We grew up from the same block, but whilst both her parents had jobs I only had a mother who had a job and I had two brothers and they younger sister. But my mother was a powerhouse. There was nothing that she didn't do, she provided for us best she could and we lacked nothing. I may have stretched the truth a bit we are not ready from the same financial status. Because when she left in a double story four bedroom house, our house was a single story with only three bedrooms meaning that my sister and I shed a bedroom and my brothers shared a bedroom too.

The only thing that I regret from our friendship is introducing her to my boyfriend. She and I will never again be friends again no do I want to ever see her again especially after finding her with Mike on my bed. Apparently it was not the first time nor the second nor a third, the only reason that I found out about them or rather found them naked on my bed together was because I had to come back to the apartment for my flash drive.

I couldn't even address them because my boss was waiting for me downstairs in the car. I am a second assistant to Jason Osborne and today I am attending to him because his main assistant Julia Michaelson has been hospitalized. Apparently Jason didn't want to take his first assistant. Honestly, he and I don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, and among those things are my attitude. According to him, I have a bad working attitude, and I don't respect him as my boss. I do respect him, it's just that sometimes he gets on my nerves. And yes I know that is my boss.

But another of the problem that we both have with each other is the sexual tension dance between us. And yes again I know he's my boss. But no one is supposed to be that hot. He Oozes of sexuality. He is a walking sex stick.

Jason is a very good looking guy and I mean hot with capital letters HOT. But he's also a jerk and he is so full of himself that sometimes I ask myself if he thinks that he is the only person on Earth. And I am currently sitting next to him on our way back to the office. My mind is reeling I feel so stupid right now. I've texted my brother telling him what I just witnessed.

Tobias or Toby as we call him is the one that I'm closest to amongst my siblings, he's also the oldest amongst the four of us. As soon as I got back in the car I got my phone out and send him a message telling him what happened. My boss keeps watching me with a side eye but I pay him no attention. I know that I'm not supposed to be doing personal things during work hours but I cannot help myself at this moment.

"Rudy, take us to the house." He suddenly says to his driver, making me look up from my phone. I cannot dispute what he requested of his driver because like he likes to remind me, he is the boss and also this is his car.

I look at him with pleading eyes that we must just go to the office, because right now I would like to lock my self in the bathroom and scream my lungs out and probably cry. Although I don't know what exactly I would be crying for. I've never been one to cry for relationships, of course I loved Mike but crying just because I found him in bed with my best friend is not something that I would do. So I will settle for screaming because I am very angry.

I am angry at myself mostly because I don't know how I did see that those two are fucking. I'm contemplating on asking my boss to give me half the day, so that I can go and chase them out of my flat, it is under my name after all. Or maybe I can just pack my things and just go, find myself another place but this time I'm not going to share it with anybody. After all I've just lost my best friend and my boyfriend at the same time.

I don't realize that I've zoned out until Jason touches my arm and asks me if I'm okay.

"Excuse me?" I ask him back, wondering why he asked me.

"You've been staring at me for a few minutes not saying anything. Are you okay?" He asks again.

"Uhh yeah I'm fine. Can I use your bathroom as soon as we get to your house?" I ask him, suddenly feeling a lot sad than I let myself think.

"Yes sure, we're going to be a while though before we get there. Do you want to stop at a garage maybe?" He asks me.

I suddenly realized that this is the longest conversation we've had without any arguments, besides work. I must really be out of it to not be giving him attitude. I mean he is a nice person when he's not being a nut job.

"No, it's fine, I will wait." I answer him back and look forward hoping that we will remain silent for the rest of the ride.

The rest of the ride to his place is silent is I'd hoped. We seem to be going to the out skirts of California. The ride is at least an hour. We get a small little town, it's not even a town really. Mountain's View, is apparently the name. And just like it's name, it's surrounded by mountains. Jason lives a little further from the town and the rest of the people. The gate of leading to his house opens automatically making me wonder if it has a sensor. His house looks enormous, but I can't even appreciate it's beauty as my mind is set on getting a bit of space to myself.