Olivia's POV
Steam billowed around me as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body. The bathroom mirror had fogged up completely - probably for the best, given how many hickeys Christopher had left on my body. That man and his obsession with marking his territory.
I padded into my bedroom, water droplets trailing behind me. The contents of my closet stared back accusingly as I tried to decide what to wear to this definitely-not-a-date between Stacy and Michael.
"Why do I own so many clothes and still have nothing to wear?" I muttered, rifling through hangers. Half of these pieces still had tags - Christopher's impromptu shopping sprees were getting out of hand.
Speaking of Christopher... his offer to move into one of his properties kept bouncing around in my head. The thought of waking up in some fancy penthouse or beachfront villa was tempting. No more noisy neighbors, no more fighting with the ancient radiator, no more...