Olivia's Game

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2: Strawberry Jam🍓🍓

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Hearing those loud sirens from a distance is not the same as when they're ringing right above your head, when you're in the midst of a very critical situation and running against time.

If you'd told me two months ago that I'd be in the back of an ambulance, speeding off to the nearest hospital, with my father's life hanging in the balance, and about to qualify to make an episode of s*x sent me to the ER - I would've made you feel like the most insane, delusional, person to ever walk this planet. Because insanity is all that this is. Not even fairytales are this inventive. I can not even begin to emphasise how shocked and unbelieving I still am that this is happening to me. I mean I know I'm a sinner but seriously?! Seriously?!

Looking back, I don't know what I was thinking quite honestly..oh I do know, I was foolishly thinking that everything would go fine, that I'd have myself a little fun, sprinkle a little fairy dust then everything would go back to normal, as if nothing ever happened. So much for that. For y'alls planning to seduce your father or that hot ass out-of -reach bunch of mhmm mhmm mmm in your life - I HIGHLY advise you against it, don't do it. Karma is real y'all, karma is very real.

Believe me, as enjoyable as putting "me" first is, being selfish has it's consequences, having gotten burned.. I can advocate for that.

You know what the worst thing is? - I regret nothing. If by any sort of 14 wishes miracle I could turn back the hands of time, and have a chance at a do-over, I'd still do everything all over again, only changing two little aspects - not taking "action" sooner and getting caught.

Step aside people, world's biggest hoe coming through.

What am I saying?! My poor father is in this heart-wrenching position all because of me- I truly have no shame,I'm heartless,I'm selfish, I'm inconsiderate, I'm a horrible,horrible human being. Beelzebub might as well drag me to hell and make me his bride. At least he's one delicious looking piece of meat -if those guilty pleasure novels about incubuses I read are anything to go by -the devil must be unnaturally handsome, only makes sense, where do you think devilishly handsome comes from?!

Look at me, making a joke of such a serious situation and daydreaming about going down on the one and only Prince of darkness in hell, while at it. I am way out of control. I seriously need prayers. Directly from the Pope himself.

"Please hang in there," my heavy heart ached as I squeezed my father's limp hand and looked at the EMT for some assurance,"he's going to be okay, right?" It was hard to believe that less than an hour ago, my dad was up and about doing yard work -now he had an oxygen mask on his face and was strapped onto a f*****g stretcher.

The man.. let's call him Billy, he looks like a billy..a hillbilly, stared at my father briefly before answering me,his huge,droopy green eyes very unsympathetic,"We'll be at the hospital in probs no more than 5 minutes, don't worry, your husband will be okay."

"What! He's not my husband!" I could've blurted out had i not trained myself over the high school years to deal with the most awkward, uncomfortable situations without letting a loose tongue complicate things further, or incriminate me.

I immediately looked away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with my assaulting stare, people have rights on top of rights nowadays.

Oh what have I gotten myself into?!! Now the parademics think my father is my husband. Not even friend or boyfriend, the whole HUSBAND! I get it - me being his daughter is completely out of question, even though the resemblance is undeniably there -but for them to assume my father is my husband is absolutely insane. Imagine that, ME - I still get kicked out of bars and pulled aside by the cops and asked to show my license. I don't look like anybody's husband okay! Why must Billy complicate things like this!! How will I explain this to my mother! Once they tell her "his wife was the one who called 911, the young lady over there." and the finger points in my direction- I'd die on the spot.

I don't even want to think of my poor Gran -who still believes I'm a saint: like lip virgin level -Imagine when she finds out all the things these 'virgin' lips can do, have been doing, all the places they've been -the news would send her straight to the grave.

Tears pool my eyes - I want to cry, I want to scream at the top of my lungs, i want to go gorilla, burn the whole world down, but I'm a realist and i know crying isn't going to solve anything. I just have to accept my fate. Smile on Karma you b***h, smile on. Look at me ; my head is all over the place, I am wearing shoes that don't match, a bird can practically live on my head, I probably smell like I've ran a marathon in twenty minutes : I'm a MESS -but don't be fooled, I'm still the same girl i was that Saturday morning, the same girl who decided May 18th was the day for the 'games' to commence.

♤May 18th♤

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"Livy wake up...Wake up Livy."

I understand. I understand why the world's prisons are filled, because I'm about to add on to the population. Seriously- waking me up from good sleep, especially when I'm having a nice dream about being on a luxurious cruise ship with a blue-eyed hunk -is just simply calling for murder. Especially in these dry days where even good dreams to get the jam on the toast, don't come easily.

"Jesus Christ Riley, leave me alone." I growled at the little brat and pulled the covers over my head. Now where was I?

"Ahh Devan.... so you like traveling? How would you like it if I gave you a VIP tour of the the most beautiful country in the universe- my body.."

"Come on Livy wake up.." Riley's little hands tugged at the covers, shuttering my fantasy yet again..agrhh to think i was just getting hot! "there's something i want you to see."

The last time I heard that sentence, half of my make-up supply rested on a dog's face. And people wonder why I don't like kids, and unfortunately i'm surrounded by two little naggers. I would like them better if they came with a remote control- pause, sleep, fast forward...and rarely..play.

"What is it?" I gave up ignoring her the minute her chubby fingers started pulling and kneading my cheeks. "You know Riley, one day you'll be a teenager and you'll know how hard it is to please this.." I gave the kid a lecture, confusing her.

"Theo and I made you, daddy and Amber breakfast." A huge grin spread across Riley's face, exposing the gaps between her milk teeth. Okay..i have to admit, even though I sometimes wished I could stuff her in a box and mail her to Ibiza, I have a soft spot for the little nugget.

I mean how can anybody say no to that adorable face? Fat cheeks, bug-eyed and gaped teeth smile and all?

And besides, it was always wise to give kids a little motivation by showing them appreciation so they can learn that good things are done more than twice- especially if you're lazy like me and would rather eat a leftover taco than to crack open a few eggs or hunt for the branflakes in a year's worth supply of chocopops.

"That's really nice of you Ry-ry, come here," I pulled her into my arms and planted kisses all over her face..there's the giggle i was looking for, "I'll be down in a few minutes, now please knock EVERY time before you enter my room...Especially when you hear a buzz.."

Kids, aren't they ever curious! "Why?" Riley asked in the most innocent voice ever, to believe I was once as clueless and pure as her - until life corrupted me.

Fixing the bow tying around her pigtails, I felt my twanny drying up and losing interest.. I should have never deleted my Rick Steele compilation! "Because...."

Those big blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, "Because what?"

"Because you'll see things you are not supposed to see." At least I was being a dotting big sis and warning her. I watched as her lips parted and began to move..no no no don't say it..

"What things Livy?"

What things...ehemm my twanny with a vibrator lodged deep in it for example!

And believe me kid, it is not a nice sight for a little girl to see.

"Riley, where are you? We have to leave now otherwise we'll be late." What are mothers for! Thank goodness my mother called out for her before I said something I shouldn't and scared my poor baby sis for life.

"Don't make mom come up here, you know how she is when she's in gorilla mode." I smoothend the little creases on her princess of ice dress and gave her a tiny peck on the lips.

"Don't forget to feed Lucy."

"I won't." Guess what..I lied. Riley should really stop trusting me to take care of her pet goldfish, the last Lucy I fishsat, ended getting flushed down the toilet. It's not like I did it on purpose, those tiny things are really easy to forget.

"I love you Livy." Riley wrapped her tiny arms around my waist, nudging her nose in my shirt, "you smell like grandma's brownies."

"Shhh..Don't let dad hear you say that." I whispered in a secretive tone, which made her beautiful face light up.

Detaching from me, she zipped her lips, wearing a sad face as she turned to leave. Poor kid, as adorable and heartwarming as it is, I sometimes wondered why my baby sis loved me so much..Especially since I'm not always..toodler- friendly.

"Don't come back with a boyfriend." I told her in serious tone, making her giggle as she closed the door behind her.

Taking a read of the time on my alarm clock, I was shocked to find out it was only 7:45am - this was going to be a special day, I never wake up this early when I'm on break from school.

Shoving my feet into my slippers, I dragged my feet downstairs, with a plan to eat the breakfast my darling siblings had prepared for me quickly enough not to choke, then rush upstairs, watch my favorite pornstar banging some chicks senseless and then have a full-on love making session with my dildo, Rick. Is it even necessary for me to mention the "then go back to sleep" part? I mean we all know a good wank knocks you off faster than Breck Sinner lost that WrestleTopia match to Skullbird.

What, you don't watch VWC?

Getting into the kitchen, the first thing..person, my eyes fell on was my father, who simultaneously after, raised his head from the plate of food and gave me a rather nervous smile. I mean honestly, after what happened last night, I can't blame him for not being able to retain normal body language around me..heck I was nervous as well..Especially because last night I somehow managed to convince myself that it was necessary I tested him to see how far he'd be willing to let things escalate...

And fine, I'll admit it..I enjoyed him ogling me last night..

I mean which girl doesn't like knowing that they're desired? Don't lie....

"Good morning dad, how did you sleep?" I shook off the pinch of nervousness I had and took out a stool next to him - but my ole man still had quite the struggle maintaining eye contact with me.

"It's goin' to rain bacon today, you're up this early!" Dad mocked me, handing me a plate of the twins' attempt of the "English breakfast". No black pudding, that's no true English breakfast!

"Well that's the global starvation crisis solved." Call it a skill, a talent- I always had a good comeback, even my friends new not to diss me..but I must've inherited it from this old chop right here.

"With the amount of fat in bacon, there'll be no global starvation crisis because people would've died from coronary heart disease. "

Smart ass.

Sticking out my tongue at him, I bit into the toast, only then noticing the transformation he'd undergone since the last time I saw him eight months ago.

The long, shoulder-length hair he'd kept for years was gone and replaced by a stylish clean cut, his lightly grizzled light brown beard was trimmed and shaped nicer than I remembered and his body, which was on the lean side comparing the ratio of his height at 6ft 4" to body mass, was now more defined and toned. Underneath the vest he was wearing, I could see little outlines of his more prominent chest and his biceps bulged out - he'd gained a lot of muscle mass and that..was the cherry on top. I've always seen my dad to be a very handsome man, to be considerably good looking for a man his age before- but looking at him right at this moment had me defining his good looks using all the inappropriate words.

Since I've definently been caught staring at him far longer than necessary, I have to redeem myself..now here's a tip ladies - when you're examining the merchandise, keep your eyes fixed, don't let them go from head to toe, because then, you can let your lips slightly fall ajar and pretend you've just zoned out and fell into a daydream staring in their direction. Trust me..it works all the time, I haven't been given those "stop staring you creep" stares before soo...

"What is that hanging from your hair?" Dad asked, squinting his eyes to get a better look.

I immediately noticed the little brownie crumb hiding inside my brown tangles and discreetly swat it to the ground while pretending to search for it. "What? I don't see anything." I played dumb, nonchalantly taking a bite of my sausage.

Dad eyed me suspiciously, about to make a comment when Amber shuffled in, yawning loudly and reaching for the coffee machine. "Good morning.." My big sister rubbed her eyes, never ceasing to amaze me with her disregard for proper greetings.

"Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?" Dad arched forward and kissed her on the cheek before handing her the food.

I have to admit, as I quietly watched on, the little green monster in me was spitting out flames.

"Aren't ya going to work today?" He asked her, reaching for the strawberry jam and spreading it on his toast.

"I am." Which sounded more like oiih-hemm, coming from Amber's stuffed mouth. For a twenty two year old, she sure lacked table manners, even the kids were better than her.

"You lock in at eight thirty and you're only eating breakfast now, you haven't even showered yet, ya don't act like anyone who woke up with the intention of going to work today." Dad goes on and I'm just like helllooo!! I still exist you know?! Heelloooo!!

I mean I am right next to them, I am not at all hard to miss, I am damn hard to forget, okay, just ask my exes and they'll you. Agrrhh!

I miss my gran, she'd never turn me into a f*****g background character!

"I'll just say I got a flat tyre on my way." Bravo!! Amber finally uses her brain, it was almost fully covered with cobwebs from being obsolete all her f*****g life!!

You're just jealous, Olivia!

Of who? Of Amber?

Don't pretend Olivia, you're probably giving her the "b***h I'll make you choke on your own s**t!" Stare right now.

I hope I am not.

The screak of metal legs of a chair being pulled out carelessly, scratching the tiled floor, snapped me back to earth from Greenville.

I was happy to see that Amber was leaving and will be out of my sight before I get indigestion, though I was displeased by the two cheek pecks she gave dad before she left for upstairs. I was even more displeased by the fact that he still had that smile on even after she'd left.

Now let me tell you something weird - thinking that maybe the only reason my father was basically drooling over me last night, was because it was the natural reaction for a man when a naked ass is flashed in front of him, and that he didn't like me in particular and would dislocate his jaw right now if Amber or any other woman walked in, in a scandalous bikini - made me mad. I wanted to be the only one he showered with such attention.

Because I am special.

Because I deserve it.

Now you're probably wondering if I've lost my mind and I'll answer you- I am a woman and I have needs, okay?!

"Any plans for the Spring?" Finally, he remembers that I'm still here!

"I honestly haven't thought about how I'll spend the break..maybe I'll get a job to keep busy or be home buddies with you." I stood up and took out some juice from the fridge, pouring him and I a glass.

Dad is one of the best real-estate agents in the world, he is the co-owner of HSH Ltd (home sweet home in full) and most times works from home. We are more than well-off and it isn't a necessity at all for me to work, I'd just choose to, to busy myself so i don't get tired of staying at home all day, butttt...if he will be working from home on most days -I will be staying home...keeping him company ;)

That side of him that came to play last night had seemingly vanished in thin air, he hasn't given me any interested or lustful stares at all this morning- perhaps it was just a phase?

Why don't I think so...

I will not accept that a man has forgotten about me overnight. My pride won't allow me.

I still have on the same g-string from last night, so why don't I..

Oppsie..there goes my fork, accidentally falling to the ground full of revolting germs...let me quickly BEENNDD OVERR and pick it up.

There we go..

Settling back on the stool, the flushed look on dad's face was unmissable. I really enjoyed teasing him -I mean yes he's my father and all, but I am me..and I'm just having a bit of harmless fun, it's not like I intend on taking things to the romantic level..I don't. It's just an enjoyable exercise to boost my confidence. And I also needed to know whether he fancied me or not..knowledge is power after all.

Is that understandable? ...yeah I know, girls are complicated.

And how can I stop when opportunities to tease him just keep lining up? I mean look at that, fate smudged that blob of jam at the corner of his lips so I can remove it.

I began with a "You have some jam on your face." Hoping he wouldn't immediately find the blob and rub it off..so I can do it for him..

"Where?" His fingers wiped at the other side of his lips, the clean side.

You see what I mean!

"Let me help you." I lowered my voice to let my tone to be slightly seductive, nothing too much, before leaning in close to him.. unnecessarily of course, he's sitting right next to me.. bringing my thumb to his lips, brushing his bottom lip lightly, before flicking off the jam blob, bringing my thumb to my lips and sucking it off.

Of course I couldn't let the moment end just yet, so I gave myself more reason to touch him by inventing another jam stain.

Picking up a slightly damp napkin, I inched my face closer yet again, delightfully watching him tense up and lose his breath, "This jam will embarrass you, it clearly wasn't made for people with a face bush." Gently, i padded the napkin on his slim beard, wiping away the imaginary jam.

His unsteady breathing and silence had made me forget what I was doing, as though in a daze, I stroked above his jaw far longer than I had planned. There was something hypnotizing about the way his breath streamed over my face, so warm and caressing. My eyes rose from his lips and meet his bright green ones, my hand simultaneously falling to his lap involuntarily- which he didn't even respond to, due to how absorbed we were in each other's eyes. This is going to sound theatrical- but it was as though there was a force blocking my movement. I don't know when we closed the distance, but our faces were so so so so so so so close, lips hovering over each other, the tiniest nod away from touching.

Well this certainly wasn't part of my plan.

Is he going to kiss me?

Do i want him to kiss him?

Maybe?

Yes..

Oh good lord yes I want to kiss him.

I want to kiss my father, am I insane?

His eyes dropping to my lips, then rising up to meet mine again, my lips gained a mind of their own and parted, making me appear drowsy. All that kept ringing in my mind was

Don't close your eyes! Dammit don't close your eyes.

But I did end up closing my eyes, following his, as his hand delicately held my chin and drew me closer.

Oh god this was not part of the plan!