Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

As Oliver's lips drew ever nearer, Josefina's hands pressed against his firm chest, thinking to push him away when his mouth slid past hers and whispered into her ear. "Josie, thank you."

A shiver ran through Josefina, an electric current coursing through her body as she stared blankly at Oliver.

His face was inches from hers, his handsome features pleasing to the eye. His eyes, no longer the crimson fury from before, held a gentle warmth.

"Josie, your trust means the world to me," he said with a soft smile, propping himself up on one elbow.

Josefina's heart melted a little. Oliver had that look of a lost puppy, and his tender gaze was utterly captivating.

"Oliver, please get up now."

But Oliver continued to hold himself up, his gaze intense upon her. The room was as bright as day, allowing Josefina to see every expression on Oliver's face. Their position was intimate, and Josefina, pushing at him, said, "Let's talk properly. Get up."

staring at her, broached a new subject. "Do you want to

"I don't need to know. Everyone has a history. We shouldn't

up, moving to find a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and smirked with a predatory edge, "He has an illegitimate child and now wants me

mockingly, "My mother died in front of me. I went after him with a knife and sent him to the hospital. They

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"How could you be crazy? You're not." In her mind, Rowan was the real scum. He had cheated and fathered a child outside his marriage, driving Oliver's mother to her death. How could Oliver be mad? He was just a man provoked, seeking

dark laughter filled the room as he crushed

sit alone in the vast living room, his loneliness palpable, like a child with no home. She suddenly felt the urge to reach out

hand caressed

her the excuse to push him

stood up as Josefina fumbled for her phone and answered the call. Hattie's concerned voice came from the speaker. "Josie, Sweetie, you're still not back? Work's been rough,

voice was gentle, "Mom,