Where It All Led To

"Well i think its a deal then. I will link you up with her mum." Reba smiled and lifted Becca. Oliver smiled in satisfaction.

"Can i have her contact? Oliver asked.

"She doesn't like me just giving her contact to some random person. So just have my contact and you guys will make a deal on my phone." They exchanged contacts and Oliver left in his car.

Reba and Becca got back to the hospital. They found Mia, she looked like she was crying. The nurse explained she wouldn't be discharged anytime soon, because of the bruises she had on her arm and hip region.

"My hips are sore."

"Oh no mummy what happened?"

"Becca i think i lost my job. That's all on my mind now." Mia lamented as Reba smiled.

"Well, looks like you won't be thinking so much anymore. I have found a job for you as a fashion designer at a renowned company." Reba declared and there was a big smile on Mia's face.

"What? How? Who? When did you do that?" Mia yelled surprised.

"Right now when i went to pick up Becca. Someone broke into your house when i went, and it was your benefactor!" Reba laughed loudly, making the working nurses a bit irritated.

"You talk too much and the patient might get a headache." One of them said and Reba gave her an murderous glare.

'Will you shut the hell up and do your job or i sue this hospital for harassment." Reba snarled.

"Oh no, am so sorry Mrs Olsen i was only doing my job."

"Better be sorry or rot in jail."

"Reba, you don't have to say these things." Mia advised but Reba cursed under her breath.

"I heard you. Why are you being such a bitch? Mia asked angry Reba.

Oliver was driving when he got a message from Tara. He smiled warmly at the message.

"I blush so much when i get messages from Tara." He thought to himself, and his heart skipped a beat when he read the message.

"COME TO MY HOUSE PLEASE"

He was a little skeptical about going to her house, but seeing the address again, he decided to give it a shot.

He got there and took a deep breath. He rang the doorbell twice, before she opened the door. He didn't expect her to be the one to open it, of course she must have maids. For instance, he has never opened the door of his house for a guest, since forever. So, he expected the same. Oliver was too busy wondering, he didn't notice how beautiful she was. She was wearing a sequin short red dress that only covered up her curvy hips. She had an attractive body shape, back screaming attractive, and perfect jawline.

Tara winked to bring him back from his daydream.

"Hey. Were you daydreaming?" She asked him, and as she let him in, he smiled again at the mansion he was in. It was a warm place, and she only had some maids over.Three attractive girls were sitting on the sofa, with their eyes fixed on him. They were batting their eyelashes. One of them was holding a rose.

"I was busy and skeptical about coming, but here i am."

"Oliver, what are you skeptical about? You wanted to come, didn't you?"

"Not today, i wanted to see a client."

"Sit here. Girls, this is the Oliver guy i was telling you about."

"Hi." The three said in unison.

"Hey girls."

"And Oliver, meet my friends."

"Nice to meet you handsome. My name is Ruby." Ruby said with a smile, and they shook hands.

"My name is Milagrosa. Mila for short." Milagrosa shook hands with Oliver.

"I don't shake hands - i kiss." The third girl said seductively and Oliver felt uncomfortable.

"Sorry about that. Selene by name."

"Hi Selene. Nice to meet you all."

"I think we should put off the TV so we can have more time to talk. First, what do you care for? Whiskey, Brandy, Vodka, or Tequila?"

"Brandy is fine." Oliver nodded as Tara went to the kitchen for the brandy.

"So Oliver, what happens in your fabric company? How are textiles produced? Am interested." Tara said and the girls relaxed.

"Most fabrics are presently produced by some method of interlacing, such as weaving or knitting. Weaving, currently the major method of fabric production, includes the basic weaves, plain or tabby, twill, and satin, and the fancy weaves, including pile, Jacquard, dobby, and gauze."

"That's interesting." The girls stared at each other noticing he was getting drunk.

"I think he's tipsy."

"So, Oliver... do you have a girlfriend?" Tara asked Oliver with a soft voice.

"Me? Oh no, i don't." He said, drunk.

"Sorry about that. What if you have one right now?"

"Tara, you know what? I think i have....i have...i have feelings for you. But i think i should forget about them...i..i..i can't date a celebrity..and plus, am in love with someone..."

"Girls, please excuse us." The girls cat walked upstairs to wait for their friend.

"Listen darling, i don't wanna know the bitch you're in love with. You will be mine. This is 6pm. I will let you go, when its 9pm." She caressed him, but he pushed her with the little energy he had in him.

"You can't touch me. I think i'll take my leave now. You are so stubborn." He got up, couldn't balance and fell to the ground.

"Not so fast, Oliver. You are mine tonight." She brought her face close to him. He was still conscious, but his sight was blurry. He caressed her thighs, their faces were just inches apart, and as she claimed his lips, her heart melted. She blushed hard.

"He's a good kisser even when hes drunk." She thought while kissing him. With his blurry sight and drunk state, he caressed her all over, and as he took his hands into her dress, his eyes closed, and his hand dropped.

"SHIT! He's unconscious." She lifted him on the sofa so she could take his shirt off, but she got a phone call.

"Hello."

"Tara! How are you doing sis?"

"Am fine. What do you want?"

"are you home?" Tara's heart started beating fast.

"Me? Y..Y...Yes..." She said with quivering lips.

"Lets have a night at your favorite restaurant."

"No Reba. Am busy." she lied.

"Then let me come to your house then."

"No..." Reba had hung up. Tara threw her phone on the wall and her friends rushed downstairs.

"What happened baby?" They asked in unison.

"Reba is coming over and this son of a gun is still here.'

'He took quite a lot of brandy. He might not wake anytime soon. Just find an excuse so Reba won't take a long time."

"How was your romantic moment?" Milagrosa asked.

"We only kissed, and now my thighs are hot from all the caressing."

"Awwww...."