You moved to England when you were 12. Your parents were both born in england, but you were born in the states. At 15, you met a boy named Oliver. Immediately you realized you didn’t like him. Not because of his dirty blonde hair, or his gorgeous gray eyes. But because he was a dick. At 25, you started working with him in his father’s stock company. He was always around. He was always lurking, and he was always ready to make your life a living hell. The tension thickened, and grew almost sexual. His accent the only thing in your head, thick, and unfortunately attractive. You’re friends didn’t like him. His friends didnt like you. But for some small reason? You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.