Miranda
Eight months ago
“What’s this? Where’s Carter?” Oliver asks, walking up to me. We are currently in a VIP room in one of the clubs he owns.
“He’s on his way, but I needed to talk to you before he gets here. I need your help, Oliver.”
“So let me get this straight. Thirty minutes ago, it’s not Carter I spoke to but you?”
“Yes. Look, I’m sorry I tricked you, but it’s urgent that I talk to you.” I tell him, pleading with my eyes, and he looks at me silently for a moment.
“You must be glad you’re Carter’s mom. You have no idea how bad this could have turned out for you,” he says, leaning down to my face, invading my personal space and I swallow hard, “now get the hell out of here,” he adds, the last part through gritted teeth.
“Oliv-”
“Get the hell out!” I flinch at his tone and
