#Chapter 515: Another

Nathan The sound of my alarm jolted me out of a surprisingly deep sleep—the first deep sleep I had had in weeks, actually. But what should have been a relief actually turned out to be my downfall. “Ugh,” I muttered as I sat up, rubbing my sore back. There was nothing quite like a heavy sleep on a shitty mattress to remind you that the place you were sleeping wasn’t home. It had been weeks since I had slept in my own bed back at the villa. Weeks, and Olivia still wouldn’t speak to me. I had been sleeping in this hotel room for those weeks, and each day was getting harder than the last. I wanted to go home more than anything, but I couldn’t do that if Olivia wouldn’t even speak to me. I knew I fucked up, of course. But if she would just hear my side of the story… No. There was no use thinking about it now. Olivia would come around eventually and we could talk—and for now, I had a meeting to get ready for. I spent the next hour and a half getting ready, to the best of my