Chapter 34
E M M A ' SÂ P O V
"Wake up!" Fay shouted Tuesday morning before jumping on top of me.
"Get the hell off of me," I groaned before shoving her off of me, making her land flat on her face below me.
"Rude much?"
"Annoying much?" I retorted as I slowly began to sit up.
Fay stood up sorely before glaring at me. "Don't give me that look, you started this," I reminded her with my hands raised up in surrender, causing her to sigh.
"Whatever," she grumbled before her face morphed to a happier emotion. "I'm hungry, so get up and get ready woman."
My eyes rolled as I got out of my bed. "The women in the kitchen were told to make you a hot chocolate with mini marshmellows. So if you don't want them soggy, I suggest you... hurry the fuck up."
In the very back of my head, I wondered how they knew I loved that drink, however, my mind was filled with heading to the bathroom fast so I could make it downstairs in time.
When I exited a few minutes later, my hair was brushed and so was my teeth.
I looked at Fay, hoping she'd get the hint to leave so I could change, but she stood still, waiting. "Go," I said after a few short moments, and her eyes widened before she scrambled off of my bed.
Once the door was closed shut behind her, I changed into a simple black romper before exiting my room, facing an annoyed Fay.
"What did I do now?" I sighed, following her out of the hall.
Fay pouted before crossing her arms. "You made me wait for food."
I rolled my eyes again. "You're so dramatic," I grumbled as we jogged down the stairs.
"Finn!" I shouted with a grin spreading wide on my lips when I saw him standing still in front of the door to the kitchen.
Clearly not amused with his silence, Fay poked his cheek repeatedly. "I wonder what would happen if I poked something else," she began, and without waiting to see what she would poke, Finn turned around and left the kitchen silently.
We both laughed as we headed to the table, where one of the cooks, Daisy, made us scrambled eggs with bacon on the side.
Halfway through our meal, Finn entered the kitchen again, but instead of going back to the entrance of the room, he came straight in our direction.
"Meet me in the library after you're done," he whispered into my ear before leaving without any explanation.
"What was that about?" Fay asked, and I looked off to where he left before shrugging.
"No idea."
For the next twenty minutes, Fay and I finished our breakfast, but instead of leaving the table right away, we both spoke to one another.
"Shit, I have to go," I said once I noticed I lost track of time.
Fay didn't ask why, but furrowed her eyebrows instead as she nodded. "I'll see you soon then," she said as I stood up.
After waving goodbye once more, I headed to the library attached to the mansion.
As I was walking to the library, Omar and Victor began following me until I passed through the large library doors.
My eyebrows furrowed as I watched them close the door without coming into the library with me.
"Hello?" I called out. "Finn, you in here?" I asked when no one responded.
Again, no response. Mumbling a bunch of curse words, I settled with moving to the single seater couch by the corner of the library.
Once I sat down, I threw my left leg over my right leg's thigh before staring intently at the metal cuffs on my wrists.
After ten minutes passed from waiting for Finn to come, the front door was burst open, but instead of revealing Finn, the boss came strolling inside, but for a split second, he seemed to freeze when he saw me.
"Hi," I whispered once he was nearing me.
He smiled before taking a seat on the couch across from me. "I don't think we've officially met," his eyes stared deep into mine, and for some reason, it felt as though it had a familiarity to it.
"I'm Anthony. Anthony Harris," he said, sticking his hand between the both of us.
Slowly, I lifted my right hand until our hands clasped together in a handshake.
Once we let go of each other, I sat back and watched as Anthony unbuttoned his jacket before shrugging it off.
After Anthony placed the jacket gently on the armrest, he faced me again, but instead of appearing cocky, he seemed nervous.
"I need to tell you a story, Emma," he began. "And it may seem... hard to believe."
My eyebrows furrowed as I sat up a little higher. "What's the story about?" I asked.
Anthony sighed with his eyes closed tightly before he slowly opened them with a nervous smile on his lips.
"Your mother and I."
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T H I R DÂ Â P E R S O N ' SÂ Â P O V
17 and a half years ago
"Her food is left on the pan on top of the stove, honey," Olivia reminded her husband again as she watched her two best friends, Daniella and Krystal squirm impatiently in front of her.
"Butâ" Alexander began, but stopped when he heard her sigh.
"Put it on medium heat and stir it to avoid it from burning," Olivia said, hearing him turn on the shove on the other side of the line.
"Got it!" He cheered, and she rolled her eyes.
"Okay hon, I've got to go. You sure you can watch Jessica fine?"
Alexander scoffed, and Olivia envisioned him shooing that idea aside. "I'll be fine. Enjoy your girls night out."
They both said goodbye to each other once more before they hung up.
"Jeez Liv, I left Connor with Daniel and since then, he still hasn't called for help," Daniella stated smugly, and Liv used telekinesis so her friends bag would hit her thigh hard.
Krystal groaned. "Can we please head inside the club now? I want to drink."
Both Olivia and Daniella laughed before agreeing. "Okay let's head inside."
Instead of walking to the long line that had grown since they last paid attention to it, they moved to the side of the building, where the only living thing that existed in that alley was a squirrel eating some food from the trash.
When they got to the side door, it was no surprise that it was locked, but that didn't stop Olivia from letting her hand float on top of the handle before it unlocked.
The three of them opened the door and followed down the long, dark hallway until the sound of music blasting out of the speakers increased by every step they took.
"Let's dance," Daniella shouted when the dance floor came to view.
Before either Olivia or Krystal could respond, she grabbed Krystal's arm before dragging her to the dance floor.
"I guess I'll get the drinks then," Olivia grumbled under her breath as she moved to the bar that was currently filled with dozens of people surrounding it.
Luckily, a male bartender found her awkwardly standing by a bar stool before ignoring the rest of his eager customers.
After placing her order for three dirty martinis, she sat patiently on the seat while waiting for the drinks to be finished.
"Here miss," the bartender said as he slid over three martini glasses.
Olivia smiled once before trying to manage holding three glasses.
After she believed she got the hang of it, she turned around, ready to find the girls when the three martinis were slammed against a hard chest, which caused it to spill all over their white tee-shirt.
Her eyes widened as she looked up to see one of the bluest eyes she has ever seen. "I am so sorry," she shouted over the music as she left the glasses on the bar before leaning over to grab some napkins.
Without thinking twice, Olivia began to dab the strange mans chest. "It's okay," he laughed, and she felt as though her stomach felt lighter at the sound.
She looked up once again, only to now notice how his hair shinned into a chopper color under the bright lights shining down.
As though he noticed her checking him out, he smirked. "I'm Anthony," he greeted, putting his hands in his leather jacket pockets.
She nodded once. "Name's Olivia," she said before looking back down to his soaking wet shirt.
"I'm sorry," she cringed, but instead of saying it was alright, Anthony smirked.
"It's fine Livy," he eyed her up and down before looking back into her eyes. "You wanna go somewhere private?"
Olivia's eyebrows shot up at his bluntness. "No thanks," she scoffed.
He pretended to be offended. "Ouch, why not?"
"You're not my type," she shrugged before continuing. "And I'm married," she said before moving around him to find her friends.
"Come on, Livy!" She heard him laugh from behind but she shook her head as she continued walking.
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Anthony kept his eyes on her the entire night. Watched how she danced with her friends, and how she was able to chug an entire glass of alcohol without pausing or cringing.
Towards the end of the night, he noticed her walking back to the bar, and he slowly followed from behind, however, as she was nearing it, Olivia tripped on her own feet, almost falling down before Anthony caught her.
"Look at you Livy, you're falling for me already," Anthony laughed at his own joke, and normally, she would roll her eyes at that comment, but seeing how the few shots that she drank previously coursed through her veins, she couldn't help but laugh as well.
Olivia tried to stand straight but wobbled slightly, making Anthony stable her. "You okay?" he whispered, and she slowly nodded.
"I think so," she laughed, looking into his eyes before briefly peaking down to his lips.
Anthony noticed the shift in her behavior and glanced down at her lips as well.
Before Olivia could understand what she was doing, she wrapped her hand behind his neck before guiding his lips down to hers.
There lips moved together simultaneously, and although the alcohol made her feel on top of the world, she felt as though her head was on top of the clouds.
"Harris," a deep voice called out from behind them, and they quickly separated before turning around to face a tall man with dark hair with emerald green eyes.
He eyed Olivia before focusing his attention back to Anthony. He tilted his head discreetly to her, making him catch the message.
"I'll see you around?" Anthony asked, and Olivia slowly nodded before leaving the two men to themselves.
"Why didn't you kill her when you had the chance?" He hissed to Anthony, and his jaw clenched.
"Chill, Sam. I will," he smirked before turning around to watch Olivia dance with her friends.
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A day had passed, and they were finally entering May.
Olivia woke up, hungover, but internally thanked her husband who left an Advil case by the nightstand, followed by a bottle of water.
After she took two 200mg pills, Olivia slowly sat up from the bed and moved her feet inside of her slippers.
Unplugging her phone out of its charger, she noticed a next from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey Livy. Was thinking about you and thought you'd like to meet up.
Olivia's brows furrowed as she lied back down on the bed with her phone in her hold.
Olivia: Anthony?
His reply came in seconds.
Anthony: You know it. Andie's Café. 11.30pm.
Olivia: No thanks.
Anthony: I'll pay for breakfast.
That's actually not a bad deal, she thought.
Olivia: Fine. But I'm leaving when you get annoying.
Anthony: Deal. See you soon.
She glanced at the time on the clock next to her, noting that it's ten thirty.
Thank God it was Alex's turn to take Jessica to day care, she thought before slowly heading to the bathroom.
After forty minutes passed, Olivia left her bedroom freshly clean from her shower, and dressed in sweatpants and sweatshirt.
Olivia headed to her car and drove the next fifteen minutes to the café.
When she entered the building, she was surprised to see Anthony already seated by the far end of the café with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Hi," he smiled, and she looked at his attire, noticing it was somewhat similar to what he wore yesterday.
Same leather jacket. Same color shirt â minus the stain. Just different pants.
"Hey," she mumbled, sitting across from him.
Olivia lifted up the menu began reading through it when she began to feel Anthony's feet playing with hers.
"Anthony," she began, closing the menu. "We can't do this, I'm married," Olivia whispered, and Anthony sighed.
"Well, how about being friends?" he suggested, and Olivia slowly nodded as she licked her lower lip.
"Okay," she agreed.
"Hi," the waitress greeted the both of them before asking what they would like to eat.
Once they gave their orders, the waitress, who introduced herself as Andy, took the menus before leaving them alone.
They were surrounded by silence for a brief moment, and during that time, Olivia noticed how cold the restaurant felt like inside.
She crossed her arms, slowly rubbing her hand up and down her arm to try to create warmth.
Suddenly, Anthony stood up from the table and shrugged off his leather jacket before draping it on Olivia.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"It was no problem," he whispered with a hint of a smile on his lips.
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Over a month had passed from their first meeting.
Anthony and Olivia were currently sitting on a park bench, discussing what they believed was an important matter.
"How do you not like pie?" Olivia gasped out, and he laughed at her dramatic behavior.
"It's just not for me," he shrugged with a shy smile on his lips.
She face palmed before grabbing a single grape from the plastic plate on her lap. "You, Anthony Prince Harris, are a weird creature."
"Hey, at least I don't hate ice cream," he smirked, reminding her of her strong dislike.
Olivia laughed before reaching for another grape â which so happened to be at the same time Anthony did too.
Their fingers brushed each others and they stared at each other breathlessly before she moved her hand off her lap.
Olivia watched as the children in the park played with their friends, and she couldn't help but miss Jessica slightly.
Suddenly, the silence was cut short by the sound of Anthony's phone ringing.
"I'll be right back," he smiled as he stood up from bench.
After there was a safe enough distance between the both of them, he answered the called. "Harris," Anthony said.
"It's Sam. Did you do it yet?"
He sighed. "No, not yet," he whispered, glancing to the side as he watched Olivia wave at a three year old toddler.
"Anthony, it's been a month. The inner circle gave you a limit of ten more days to kill twenty witches before you're cast out," Sam reminded him.
"I knowâ"
"No, you don't know. We've wanted to be in the inner circle for two years. And now you have a chance to get in, and you're being a wuss?"
Anthony's jaw clenched. "Shut the fuck up Lockheart. I only need one left anyways," he growled out, and his friend laughed.
"Then do it," Sam said before ending the call.
Anthony roughly shoved his phone into his back pocket while watching Olivia hand a child a strawberry.
He sighed as he took slow steps towards her. "Hey," he smiled. "You wanna head to my place?"
Although her thoughts were questioning her if it was right or not, her heart spoke for her. "Yes."
Once they got inside his car, they drove for thirty minutes to Anthony's apartment out of the city.
When Anthony parked underground, they took the elevator up to the eleventh floor while the both of them stayed silent.
"Do you want to eat anything?" Anthony asked once he unlocked the front door.
Olivia shook her head as she observed his two bedroom apartment. "You have a nice place here," she whispered, admired by the painting by the far wall.
"Where did you get this?" Olivia asked, and Anthony stood next to her to see what caught her attention.
He chuckled nervously. "I made it," Anthony confessed, and Olivia's eyes widened.
"What," she gasped out, briefly looking at him before looking back at the midnight sky that he claimed to have painted. "You're so talented," she whispered, taking slow steps closer to the painting.
Anthony watched her every move, knowing that he had to do the one thing he currently despised to do: kill the woman he was pretty sure he loved.
But instead of feeling the burning sensation to kill a witch, he wanted to kiss one instead.
Slowly, he began to take slow steps towards Olivia until he was breathing down her neck.
"Livy," he whispered deeply, and she felt at shortness of breath by the sound.
Olivia looked away from the painting, turning around cautiously to face Anthony.
They both glanced into each others eyes, before their gaze narrowed to each of their lips.
Olivia released a shaky breath, still keeping her eyes on his lips as he slowly leaned down until his lips gently brushed hers.
When he pulled back, they looked at each other once more before Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck, smashing her lips with Anthony's.
They both smiled into the kiss, but when Anthony turned themselves around, roughly placing Olivia against the wall next to his bedroom door, she felt out of breath all over again.
Anthony bit her lower lip gently, and she sighed into the kiss, giving him enough access to place his tongue into her mouth.
Olivia moaned loudly as he began to massage his tongue with hers.
He began to guide them into his bedroom, and just before Olivia fell down on the bed, she pulled his shirt off.
"Are you sure?" He asked breathlessly as he leaned down on the bed, only supporting himself with his arm that's pressed on the empty spot next to Olivia's head.
She nodded her head before cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips down to hers.
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Anthony woke up by four in the afternoon under his dark grey covers, naked, next to Olivia.
He slowly sat up. Once he was comfortably leaning against the headboard, he glanced at Olivia's unmoving body, and smiled.
His phone rang suddenly, and he thanked God that his phone wasn't in his room so it wouldn't wake her up.
Quickly, he moved out of his bedroom and found his cell phone on the kitchen counter.
"Harris," he said blankly.
"Did you do it yet?" Sam asked on the other side of the line.
Anthony released a long breath. "No," he started, but cut Sam off before he could rant. "I can't."
"Why the fuck not, Harris?" he hissed, and Anthony closed his eyes tightly.
"Because I love her," Anthony clenched out, and all he could hear on the other side was silence.
"You fell for a witch?" Sam asked after some time. "You're fucked, Anthony."
"I know," he grumbled, watching his bedroom door to make sure Olivia wouldn't appear.
Sam sighed. "Listen, I just spoke to the guys in the inner circle. They're annoyed with you Anthony. You were supposed to join them weeks ago."
Anthony looked up to his ceiling as he sighed. "I've been busy."
"With her, I know," he scoffed before continuing. "They said if you don't kill her, they will."
His eyes widened, straightening his stance. "What?" he growled. "Why would they do that?"
"You don't get it, do you? Hunter's falling for witches is bad for us. It's illegal for a reason. And if you keep seeing her, they will attack," Sam reminded him, and Anthony's jaw clenched harder than before.
"But," he started. "They said that if you leave her now, they won't touch her," Sam said softly.
Anthony slowly walked to his bedroom, watching Olivia sleep peacefully under the covers.
"Okay," he whispered before hanging up on Sam.
He went to the front of his closest and changed into boxers, jeans and a black tee-shirt.
Anthony glanced at Olivia one last time before heading out of his apartment for the rest of the day.
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E M M A ' S P O V
My brows furrowed, but my heart raced in my chest. "What does this all mean?" I asked slowly, and Anthony, who was currently sweating from his temples loosened his tie.
"When I left, I changed my number," he began. "Which is why I didn't hear her final voicemail to me."
I swallowed hard as I asked my next question. "What did she say?"
Through our whole conversation, I tried to avoid eye contact with him. Now, however, we were both staring into each others eyes.
"That she was pregnant, Emma," he breathed out, and my eyes widened.
Before I could register that in my head, the library door was thrown open, revealing Finn, who looked excited. For a bloodbath.
He bent down and whispered something into Anthony's ear for a few seconds before retreating.
Anthony suddenly smirked before looking at me. "Looks like your friends are here, Emma."
He stood up, but my heart dropped by that announcement.
"Let's invite them in, shall we?"
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Ah, the throw back.
I know some of you may think that her mother's a whore, but you'll know further into the story why she felt attracted to him the way she did.
I hope you lovelies enjoyed this chapter! Please vote and/or comment! And I'll see you in the next one xx