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“What was your uncle’s name?” Alexander asked quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to know the answer.

“Charles. Charles Wright.” She looked at Alexander.

Now he knew that his father had used one of his alternate identities in order to protect this girl. He had found the paperwork on that alias when he was going through some of his father’s things after his death. His father’s real name was Thomas.

“What was the boy doing in the dream? Are you okay talking about it?” he asked, grasping her hand in his.

“Yes. I’m fine.” She took a deep breath before continuing her story. “He pulled me out of the car. He ran me over to another car telling me that he would always protect me from then on. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man dressed in black knocked him out with the butt of his gun. That’s when I woke up.”

Alexander started to rub the back of his head almost in the same place where the boy had been hit in the dream, recalling that moment like it was yesterday. He remembered the darkness, knowing that he could no longer protect his little Olivia.

Alexander got up and went to turn out the light. Climbing back into bed, he pulled Olivia close. “Go to sleep, angel, and forget about that dream. It was just a dream, like you said.” He didn’t sound too convinced. He knew it wasn’t a dream. But he didn’t want Olivia to know that. Not yet. Not until he had all the answers. Alexander had a feeling that he already had the answers in his possession, but he had just been too selfish to look.

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The early morning sun awoke Olivia as it began to seep into her bedroom. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was not yet six in the morning. It had only been a few hours since she woke up screaming, waking Alexander. She rolled over, hoping to snuggle with him, but he wasn’t there. Olivia got out of bed and went downstairs, wondering if he was still in her house or if he left because he saw how clearly unstable she really was.

To her surprise, upon entering her living room, she saw Alexander sitting on the couch in his boxer briefs, a perplexed look on his face as he held an envelope in his hands.

“What’s that?” Olivia asked. He looked up quickly, a hard look on his face that immediately softened when he took in Olivia’s frame standing in the doorway.

“Hello, Love. I hope I didn’t wake you.” He smiled.

“No. You didn’t,” Olivia answered sleepily as she yawned. “The sun woke me up. I rolled over and you weren’t there.” Her face had a disappointed look on it. Alexander made a mental note of how beautiful she looked first thing in the morning, her hair slightly disheveled, rubbing her eyes.

Olivia walked over to the couch where Alexander sat with his elbows on his legs, holding the letter with both hands. Sitting down next to him, she noticed a brown leather messenger bag had somehow arrived during the night. He had files spread over the coffee table along with a nice journal with the year embossed on it in gold. He keeps a journal, she thought to herself. It warmed Olivia’s heart that he felt comfortable enough with her to make himself at home in her house.

“Is that the letter?” Olivia recalled Alexander mentioning a letter his father wrote him before he died that he still hadn’t opened.

“Yes, it is.” He looked conflicted.

“What is it you’re afraid of?” She was curious.

“I guess I’m afraid of what it says. I have a feeling I know what’s in that letter. I don’t know if I want my suspicions confirmed. That would mean that I had been letting my father down since he died. I guess I’m hoping to remain blissfully ignorant.” He laughed.

“Well, you need to do what you think is best. If you need more time, take it. If reading this letter will re-open old wounds, you’re better off being prepared to deal with that.” Olivia smiled.

He wanted to scream, “It could mean that I’ve been letting you down! It could mean that I would have found you years ago! I could have saved you from your pain!!” But he didn’t. He just stared ahead, relishing in the closeness of Olivia.

“Come back to bed.” She stood up and extended her hand to him. He placed the letter on the coffee table before taking her small hand in his.

They crawled back into the bed, a nice glow in the room from the sunlight creeping in. Alexander wrapped his arms around Olivia, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. She turned toward him, noticing he had a distant expression on his face. He was clearly still thinking about that letter. She made it her mission that morning to help him take his mind off it.

Smiling, Olivia pushed Alexander on his back, pinning him down with her legs on either side of him. His eyes flung wide open for a moment before becoming dark with desire. He placed his hands just below her hip bones, feeling her muscular legs as she sat on top of him, unable to hide his erection. Leaning down, she brushed her lips softly along his jaw line. He moaned and a smile spread across Olivia’s face, knowing that she made him do that.

She slowly started to move her hips in a circular motion, causing his erection to get even harder.

“Happy to see me this morning, Mr. Burnham?” Olivia smirked.

“Why Miss Adler, I’m always happy to see you. Haven’t I made that quite clear?” He let out a small breath as she continued torturing him with her body. “God, Love. I can feel how wet you are through our clothes.” Alexander found it hard to keep his head. He wanted to be intimate with her, but he wanted to be truthful with her first. He didn’t know which one of his heads would win out. He had a feeling it would be the wrong one.

“Well, let’s get rid of them, shall we?” She slowly trailed kisses down his chest and torso, taking her time to enjoy the taste of his skin. Olivia looked up and could see that he barely held it together, desperately looking for release.

She slid his boxer briefs down his muscular legs and he sprung free. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at him and gasped, surprised at his size. He smiled, stroking his erection.

Olivia pried his hand off, her hand taking its place. She slowly lowered her lips to him while staring into his green eyes, taking him in her mouth. He moaned with obvious pleasure as she continued moving her mouth over his length, slow and then fast, and then slow again.

“Fuck, Olivia,” Alexander growled. He couldn’t believe that his Olivia was there. And that she was doing that to him. It was so much more spectacular than anything he had ever felt before with any other woman.

Olivia started to pick up the pace. She felt him get harder, tasting the bit of pre-cum that escaped his tip. He wrapped her hair around his hand, helping to guide her as she continued torturing him.

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