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"Are you happy? Are the candles too much?"
Olivia Russo, now Olivia Richardson, turned her blonde head away from the Mexican shore to look back at her husband. God--she'd only gotten just used to calling him her fiance, and she was sure the new title would taken even longer. Her husband.
For years, Olivia Russo had fantasized about a different life. Her past relationship had been nothing short of toxic, unpredictable, and flawed. A younger Olivia craved and adored the adventure and wild ride her ex constantly sent her on, and some of their time together were her favorite memories. But as their time went on, his possessiveness made her feel trapped. Her ex had a way of always getting what he wanted, when he wanted. And she was completely aware that there was something inside of her that usually gave into it, as if she were under his spell.
And it scared the shit out of her.
But Olivia wanted more. She wanted a partner. A husband. Love. Family. Money. Stability. Something healthy.
And Jack Richardson could provide her all of those things.
Even now, hours after their wedding ceremony, he fought desperately to please her, as if it were his only mission in life, to keep her. She'd been spoiled since the moment they met at a charity event she'd volunteered at. Since then, the blonde was constantly showered with gifts; clothing, jewelry, trips, whatever he thought would make her happy. And less than a year later, his latest gift was a diamond ring. Some thought perhaps they were moving too fast. On the outside, he was everything she was looking for. He was gentle and kind, could provide and take care of her, and she couldn't remember ever fighting with him or him trying to control her. Of course, on the outside, she was perfect for him as well; a good heart, beautiful mind, and the body and face to go with his public image. But neither of them knew the other's past. And oddly enough, neither of them asked about it. While Olivia typically appreciated that their talks never strayed too deep in their past, it often made her wonder if he, too, had secrets.
"Stop," She spoke, finally, her lips curving up into a smile. Reaching forward, she gently placed her small hand on top of his. "It's perfect." She assured him, giving his hand a loving squeeze before she placed it back in her lap again. She hadn't been lying. The whole had gone all out for the newlyweds - blankets in the sand, a table with dinner, champagne, and candles to light their space where the glow of the moon could not. And only about twenty feet or so, the calm ocean waters pooled next to them. How could anyone complain?
"You're perfect." He retorted with a grin, reaching for her hand again. It was enough to make anyone likely gag at the sight of the two of them. It had taken her a while to get used to it, herself.
Allowing him her hand, she leaned in to kiss him. He kissed her gently, and slowly, and perhaps he'd only meant it to be a short kiss, because she could feel his weight pulling away again. Unwilling to stop that easily, or quickly, Liv pushed herself forward to continue that kiss, willing to crawl onto his lap to get it.
"Olivia, not here." He protested, quickly reminding her that he wasn't a fan of displaying too much affection in public. It had been different getting used to a man who didn't feel the need to show the whole world what belonged to him. She guessed it had something to do with him keeping up his public image back at him. But they weren't at home, anymore. And there was no one around.
"Then where?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper. This was their honeymoon and while the beaches of Mexico awaited her to lay out on them, she hadn't originally planned to spend too much time outside of the bedroom.
Wordlessly, Jack stood up, pulling her up with him as his hand still held on to hers. Wearing her white cotton dress, her bikini seen through it in the right light, the blonde followed him back up to their room.
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Somewhere in the night, Jack's phone lit up beside the bed. After checking his messages, he looked over to his wife beside him who hadn't moved an inch since she'd fallen asleep on his arm. Her blonde hair was spilled across his arm and the pillow beneath her, white sheets covering only the lower half of her naked body. Carefully, and quite masterfully, he managed to escape and dress himself, his footsteps quiet as he moved to the door.
When Olivia awoke in the morning, she blamed her interruption of sleep on the birds she could hear chirping outside the open balcony door, the curtains dancing from the ocean breeze. Letting out a girlish, annoyed groan, she stretched her arms wide and found that nothing touched them. Blue eyes opened, only to find that not only was she alone in an empty bed, but an empty room as well.
"Babe?" She called out, sitting up as if that would help her hear better. No reply. Perhaps he was in the shower. Or getting them breakfast.
Not too concerned, Olivia swung her bare feet over the edge of the bed until they finally touched the ground. Disappointed to not find him in the shower, she decided to take one herself. The rainfall shower in the resort room was far better than anything she had back at home, which kept her in there that much longer. When she was finished getting ready, dressed in a new bikini and a blue sundress, she let her golden locks dry on their own to create their own natural wave. When she exited the bathroom, the steam escaping through the doorway, she looked around, disappointed to find the room still empty.
That's when she noticed his clothes on the floor were gone. She strictly remembered tossing his belt across the room, and hitting a lamp. The lamp was now back in place, evidence of the belt missing. Her damp, blonde head whipped around to where she knew he'd placed his suitca--
"Jack?!" She cried out, more urgently this time, seeing his suitcase was no longer in the corner of the room. Concern finally hitting her, Liv hurried over to her bag where she'd left her phone. Frantically, her nervous fingers could barely dial his number fast enough.
Straight to voicemail.
The blonde spun in a circle, trying to find anything that might belong to Jack. The cheesy sap would have surely left a note!
For hours, Olivia called around the hotel, even waited in the room until she could no longer stand it. She paced the lobby, the beach, anywhere close that he might have gone.
Nothing.
When she'd gotten the authorities involved, she also made a call to her parents. Jack's parents. For now, with it still being 'too soon' and nothing they could do, Olivia's next call was to the last person she thought she would ever call again. The one person who was least likely to want to help her. And yet, in her desperation, she didn't know who else to turn to but her ex, almost out of sheer habit.
Olivia Russo, now Olivia Richardson, turned her blonde head away from the Mexican shore to look back at her husband. God--she'd only gotten just used to calling him her fiance, and she was sure the new title would taken even longer. Her husband.
For years, Olivia Russo had fantasized about a different life. Her past relationship had been nothing short of toxic, unpredictable, and flawed. A younger Olivia craved and adored the adventure and wild ride her ex constantly sent her on, and some of their time together were her favorite memories. But as their time went on, his possessiveness made her feel trapped. Her ex had a way of always getting what he wanted, when he wanted. And she was completely aware that there was something inside of her that usually gave into it, as if she were under his spell.
And it scared the shit out of her.
But Olivia wanted more. She wanted a partner. A husband. Love. Family. Money. Stability. Something healthy.
And Jack Richardson could provide her all of those things.
Even now, hours after their wedding ceremony, he fought desperately to please her, as if it were his only mission in life, to keep her. She'd been spoiled since the moment they met at a charity event she'd volunteered at. Since then, the blonde was constantly showered with gifts; clothing, jewelry, trips, whatever he thought would make her happy. And less than a year later, his latest gift was a diamond ring. Some thought perhaps they were moving too fast. On the outside, he was everything she was looking for. He was gentle and kind, could provide and take care of her, and she couldn't remember ever fighting with him or him trying to control her. Of course, on the outside, she was perfect for him as well; a good heart, beautiful mind, and the body and face to go with his public image. But neither of them knew the other's past. And oddly enough, neither of them asked about it. While Olivia typically appreciated that their talks never strayed too deep in their past, it often made her wonder if he, too, had secrets.
"Stop," She spoke, finally, her lips curving up into a smile. Reaching forward, she gently placed her small hand on top of his. "It's perfect." She assured him, giving his hand a loving squeeze before she placed it back in her lap again. She hadn't been lying. The whole had gone all out for the newlyweds - blankets in the sand, a table with dinner, champagne, and candles to light their space where the glow of the moon could not. And only about twenty feet or so, the calm ocean waters pooled next to them. How could anyone complain?
"You're perfect." He retorted with a grin, reaching for her hand again. It was enough to make anyone likely gag at the sight of the two of them. It had taken her a while to get used to it, herself.
Allowing him her hand, she leaned in to kiss him. He kissed her gently, and slowly, and perhaps he'd only meant it to be a short kiss, because she could feel his weight pulling away again. Unwilling to stop that easily, or quickly, Liv pushed herself forward to continue that kiss, willing to crawl onto his lap to get it.
"Olivia, not here." He protested, quickly reminding her that he wasn't a fan of displaying too much affection in public. It had been different getting used to a man who didn't feel the need to show the whole world what belonged to him. She guessed it had something to do with him keeping up his public image back at him. But they weren't at home, anymore. And there was no one around.
"Then where?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper. This was their honeymoon and while the beaches of Mexico awaited her to lay out on them, she hadn't originally planned to spend too much time outside of the bedroom.
Wordlessly, Jack stood up, pulling her up with him as his hand still held on to hers. Wearing her white cotton dress, her bikini seen through it in the right light, the blonde followed him back up to their room.
-----
Somewhere in the night, Jack's phone lit up beside the bed. After checking his messages, he looked over to his wife beside him who hadn't moved an inch since she'd fallen asleep on his arm. Her blonde hair was spilled across his arm and the pillow beneath her, white sheets covering only the lower half of her naked body. Carefully, and quite masterfully, he managed to escape and dress himself, his footsteps quiet as he moved to the door.
When Olivia awoke in the morning, she blamed her interruption of sleep on the birds she could hear chirping outside the open balcony door, the curtains dancing from the ocean breeze. Letting out a girlish, annoyed groan, she stretched her arms wide and found that nothing touched them. Blue eyes opened, only to find that not only was she alone in an empty bed, but an empty room as well.
"Babe?" She called out, sitting up as if that would help her hear better. No reply. Perhaps he was in the shower. Or getting them breakfast.
Not too concerned, Olivia swung her bare feet over the edge of the bed until they finally touched the ground. Disappointed to not find him in the shower, she decided to take one herself. The rainfall shower in the resort room was far better than anything she had back at home, which kept her in there that much longer. When she was finished getting ready, dressed in a new bikini and a blue sundress, she let her golden locks dry on their own to create their own natural wave. When she exited the bathroom, the steam escaping through the doorway, she looked around, disappointed to find the room still empty.
That's when she noticed his clothes on the floor were gone. She strictly remembered tossing his belt across the room, and hitting a lamp. The lamp was now back in place, evidence of the belt missing. Her damp, blonde head whipped around to where she knew he'd placed his suitca--
"Jack?!" She cried out, more urgently this time, seeing his suitcase was no longer in the corner of the room. Concern finally hitting her, Liv hurried over to her bag where she'd left her phone. Frantically, her nervous fingers could barely dial his number fast enough.
Straight to voicemail.
The blonde spun in a circle, trying to find anything that might belong to Jack. The cheesy sap would have surely left a note!
For hours, Olivia called around the hotel, even waited in the room until she could no longer stand it. She paced the lobby, the beach, anywhere close that he might have gone.
Nothing.
When she'd gotten the authorities involved, she also made a call to her parents. Jack's parents. For now, with it still being 'too soon' and nothing they could do, Olivia's next call was to the last person she thought she would ever call again. The one person who was least likely to want to help her. And yet, in her desperation, she didn't know who else to turn to but her ex, almost out of sheer habit.