Chapter 22: Chapter 22

May: You weren't gone?

I question wryly and he seems to be surprised to hear the tone of my question, but he only lets out a tiny giggle, being sarcastic as always.

- Ah good. Now instead of giving explanations, you get defensive.

May: I don't have to explain to anyone, least of all you.

- Let's see and why do you treat me like that?

He asks crossing his shoulders and showing a hint of curiosity on his face.

May: Because you're an idiot.

He just smiles, as if the last words that just came out of my mouth had been transformed when they reached his ears, going from being an insult to a complement in his favor.

- Thank you, but ... the one who is in an uncomfortable situation is you, not me.

May: WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I scream, fed up with their detours that all they want is to get back at me and they don't seem to fail so far.

He arches his eyebrows in amazement.

- Easy little sister.

He says with a clear distention in his voice, although I know perfectly well that he is up to something and all he wants is to provoke me. I take my eyes off him and, for the first time since my brother appeared, I look at Samuel, who is standing next to me and watching Oliver without showing any emotion on his face.

Oliver: Shall I tell you something? They look cute together.

May (look at him): I would say the same about your hairstyle, but ... unfortunately I don't like to lie.

Oliver: Well, well ... I need to talk.

May: I don't feel like it.

Oliver: I think this is going to interest you, it has to do with you.

May (sigh): Speak up.

I exclaim, fed up with the situation and he shakes his head, straining his lips.

Oliver: Only after your "Romeo" leaves us alone.

I huff and return to fix my gaze on Samuel, who noticing my attention on his face looks at me as if he was waiting for me to say something to him. But seeing that that doesn't happen ...

Samuel: Sure?

No words come out of my mouth, I just nod. He grimaces at me and walks away, walking towards my brother with his gaze fixed on his eyes. Although I only see his back, I can imagine the hatred he must have accumulated just by noticing a small part of Oliver's annoying personality, who, honestly, never managed to understand that he wins being like that, besides that people hate him, detail that It couldn't be defined as an advantage, at least ... not for me.

Oliver turns around for a second when Samuel walks by, although I keep watching him the whole time. When he reaches the door and ties his fingers to the doorknob, he turns his face back and looks at me. He forms a grimace similar to a small smile on his lips and turns to the door, opening it and leaving. Once those soaring double doors are completely closed before my eyes, I turn their direction back to the only person still in the room.

Oliver: I never imagined seeing you with an employee, I swear.

He says starting to walk around the room and I sigh, knowing that a boring speech from an idiot I cannot tolerate awaits me. I take a seat in one of the chairs at the table, the same one I was sitting on at dinner if I remember correctly. He reaches the other end of the room and stops at the large window that overlooks the front garden.

Oliver: Imagine (he raises his hands in the air, as if sliding them over a transparent sign) ... "The daughter of the D'angelo dating ...

May (I interrupt): Cut her off.

Oliver: You're right, even imagining it is ridiculous. Bah (he chooses his shoulders) ... it's more ridiculous to see.

May: Where do you want to go?

The smile that forms on him suggests that he had been waiting for that question for a long time. He walks slowly toward me, crouches in front of my chair, and watches me, resting his hands on the edges of the seat.

Oliver: I want you to help me with something.

He says looking at me seriously and I can't help but burst out laughing.

May: And what makes you think I'm going to do that?

Oliver: It suits you.

May (squints): Oh yeah?

Oliver: Yes.

May: And can you find out why?

He looks away, nailing her to the ground, and takes several seconds to answer.

Oliver: If you don't ... I'll tell Dad what I saw.

May (river): You still have the logic of a 5-year-old.

Oliver: Think what you want.

May: You wouldn't do that.

Oliver: And why wouldn't I?

May: Pff ... and how are you so sure that he will believe you?

Oliver: You live fighting and he gets along excellent with me so ...

May (I cut him off): Are you really going to blackmail your own sister?

Oliver (laughs): Don't take it as blackmail, it's just a favor for another favor. You help me, I pretend I haven't seen anything. Everyone happy.

May (smile): How cute (I erase the smile from my face). Seek your help elsewhere, idiot.

He exclaimed taking his hands and taking them off the chair, causing him to fall backwards. I stand up, ignoring him and set the chair in place. When I turn around he is already standing.

Oliver: If I go out there now, you're in trouble. Know it.

He says pointing to the dark wood double doors.

May: Do what you want.

Oliver: How little your beautiful love story worries you.

"Love story". What happens to me with Samuel is love? I never asked myself that, not until now. A few minutes ago I heard him telling me that he is in love with me, something that left me stunned, but that I was not able to respond with "and I from you" or something similar. That, added to the sudden appearance of my brother and his "threat" to tell what he saw is too much pressure to overcome in just half an hour ... or less. What if Oliver told everyone that he saw me kissing with Samuel? If this had happened two or three months before, I would know that she had the support and understanding of mom, not now, since she only spends her time defending her husband. As for him ... I don't even want to imagine how his reaction will be if he even hired a bodyguard to control me at every moment of the day, which coincidentally is Samuel. I don't know what exactly I feel about him, but just not knowing what effect the news of this relationship will have on my father terrifies me. What if you fire him? He would have his number anyway, although Dad is even able to force him to change it. Also, now that I know more about his life and know that this job is worth a lot to him, I can't risk losing it. And above all things: I can't risk losing him, or getting him out of my life.

May: WAIT!

I scream when I notice that Oliver is no longer in front of me, but several meters away, facing the door.

May: What do you need help with?

I ask surrendered and a satisfied smile is drawn on her face.