Stranger's POV
I stood in the shadows behind Wellington & Sons building, my back pressed against the cold wall as I waited for my beautiful Olivia to emerge. Or rather, Oliver.
The thought made me chuckle softly.
She really was a brave little daredevil. My brilliant, reckless angel, walking into the lion's den every single day with nothing but prosthetics and pure audacity to protect her. How she managed to maintain this insane charade without getting caught was beyond me, but maybe that's exactly why my attraction to her keeps increasing every day.
She was crazy. I was crazy. We were a match made in heaven - or hell, depending on your perspective.
I checked my watch: 7 PM.
*What the fuck was keeping her?*
Most of the building's lights had already dimmed. The other staffs have retired hours ago. But the executive floors still glowed like beacons in the darkness, and I knew exactly which office held my obsession captive.
