Shackled (The Lord Series)

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130. Olivia

Flashback

Fifteen years old,

When Camila and I became friends, I never thought it would lead me to him, the one that I felt I would

be with from

the moment I saw him.

I have never been one to believe in love, as I’ve never liked boys or girls romantically, and I even

thought I was aromantic until about eight months ago when Camila invited me to come over to her

house. That’s when I first saw him, and despite him being older than me and not showing any interest

in me, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt towards him. Of course, I never acted on it, never showed I liked

him, because not only is he older than me, but he is also from the other side of the city, so I knew I

never stood a chance. I even tried to forget about him, but seeing him every so often makes it almost

impossible.

A month ago, he started showing some kind of interest in me. I couldn’t believe it, we kept having

conversations on all kinds of topics, and then he asked me for my phone number. Many girls would

have jumped right into the occasion, but not me, as I wanted to be sure he wasn’t messing around with

me…or wanted to get into my pants.

I was told by many that not only do I look older than I am, but I also act older. Growing up in my family

forced me to mature faster, and I don’t do things teens typically do, like going to the movies or fan all

over celebrities. Instead, I am seriously considering my future and my future career. Despite being born

into a Duke family and knowing that one day I will be forced to marry someone my father chooses for

me, I still like to think I have a choice in what I will study when I go to University. While my father hates

my very existence, I took a liking to his political career ever since I saw

him in a debate on TV.

As a sophomore in a high school that recently started accepting Dukes and Lords‘ children as students,

I am part of a debate team formed of three girls, including me and one boy. Last week, the topic of how Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

this new concept might affect the two secret societies was debated, and my team did really well. We

have been invited to other debates.

The apple orchard behind his house comes into view, and I leave the bike leaning against a fence.

After making sure the wind didn’t mess up my hair and my clothes didn’t have any creases, I slowly

make my way to where he is waiting

for me.

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He is sitting on a rock, his back to me, smoking. I stop a few feet from him, my light steps not betraying

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learned to be very silent from a very young age since my brother hates any sound coming from me and

often hits me or throws things at me if he hears me around the house. That’s why I prefer to spend

most of my free time either locked in my room or with Camila.

After taking a few more drags from his cigarette, he throws it in the grass and smashes it with the heel

of his shoe.

I am about to let him know I arrived when he pulls his phone out of his pocket and types something on

it. A moment later, the sound of a new text comes from my backpack.

He turns his head around the same moment I remove my backpack and try to find my phone, but the

zipper opens more than I wanted, and a few books fall on the ground. I mutter curses under my breath

and kneel so I can shove the books back in the backpack. Seconds later, he squats next to me and

grabs one of my books, and heat rushes to my

cheeks.

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“Give it back,” I demand.

His eyebrows inch up as he reads the title of the book, and I try to snatch it out of his hands, but he

stands fast and opens it.

“Uh oh, I didn’t expect the senator’s daughter to read such… scandalous books,”

“It’s for English class,” I come up with an excuse.

He starts reading out loud from it. “He kisses me like I have never been kissed before, his hand

massaging my breast.” He looks at me. “Are you sure this isn’t for Sex Education class?” My face feels

like it’s on fire. His gaze returns to the book, and he flips more pages. “He kneels between my legs, his

lips kissing the inside of my thighs until they reach…” Flipping more pages, he keeps reading, “His

penis throbs inside of me…”

“Stop.” I groan.

“Have you ever seen one in real life?” I frown. “You know, a…penis,” he smirks.

I shake my head because even if I read…scandalous books, as he puts it, my dream is to belong to

only one man and give him my first time on our wedding night.

“I should have guessed you are a virgin from the way you always blush,” he says and gives me back

my book.

I shove it to the bottom of my backpack with the promise to burn it later.

He grabs my chin between his fingers and has me looking at him. “Chil, little rabbit. I won’t tell anyone

about your book.”

“I am not a rabbit,” I huff.

He chuckles. “Are you telling me you won’t run away if I try to kiss you right now?”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I lick my lips. “You want to kiss me?”

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He cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. “I’ve wanted to do it for some time, but I didn’t think it

was appropriate since you are much younger than me, but I like you, Olly.” He removes his hand and

lets out a sigh. “You probably think I am a creep.”

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“Not at all. I might like you as well.”

“Do you?” He doesn’t seem to believe me.

“Why do you think I learned how to play Call of Duty? To spend time with you, doing something you

like.”

He laughs. “Sneaky little rabbit.”

I don’t know how he came up with that nickname, but I kinda like it.

His turquoise gaze falls on my lips. “I bet you taste like that vanilla ice cream you ate earlier today.”

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“You saw me at the arcade?”

He nods. “I was there with some friends, and I saw you.” He takes a step back. “We should not even be

here talking, but I don’t seem capable of staying away from you. Has anyone kissed you before?” I

shake my head. “I am glad you

waited.”

“Me too. I want you to be my first kiss.” And last.

He looks at me like he cares about me. I really hope it is true.

“Olly, I wish we could be so much more.”

I should not want this, not when he is a Lord, but the heart wants what it wants. “Me too,” I whisper, and

I close my eyes and wait to feel his lips against mine and to give him my first kiss, but instead, he

ruffles my hair while he laughs.

“Best not rush things.”

“But you have been with girls before,” I point out.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I wasn’t serious about them, not like I am about you.” Taking my hand

into his large one, he adds, “One day, you will be my wife.”

I should not believe a word of what he is saying, not when he is a Lord, but he gives me hope that one

day, I might be

free from my family.

“Promise me.”

“I do.”

End of flashback