Page 7 of My One Rule

I’m no longer paying him to be my assistant, but I make sure to keep all his favorite snacks on hand.

We wander the side walks until we find the big market building. The automatic doors open and we’re blasted with central air. It’s chilling after walking out in the sun. Plus I’m wearing a lot less clothes than normal.

To the left is the ice cream counter and Oliver breaks away to go get some and I head to the hats.

I try on a few and settle on a tan fedora with a white band. I sigh as I look in the mirror. There’s no way this will camouflage me, not when I’m walking around with Oliver. He’s not only adorable, but extremely sweet.

Despite being a little shy, there’s something magnetic about him and people seem to remember him. Of course it’s part of what I adore about him, but so does the public. Specifically paparazzi.

I join him at the counter and wrap my arm around his waist as he waits for his cone.

“The hat looks good,” he says to me.

“Thanks.”

I lean down and he tilts his head up for a kiss.

I keep it short despite wanting more. My dick twitches in my shorts and I try to think of other things to make it go away. Like what I have planned for Saturday.

Oliver grabs his ice cream cone from the friendly worker and they end up in a long exchange.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out and glance at the name. It’s Hannah.

Oliver is still preoccupied so I open the text.

Hannah: How are you two settled in?

Me: Good

Hannah: ew, why are you texting back so fast? Go have fun with your bf

Me: … why did you text me then?

Hannah: To let you know everything is going to plan

“Who’s that?” Oliver asks.

I jump and almost fumble my phone. “Uh, Hannah,” I say, flashing him the screen quickly. “She’s being nosey.”

He doesn’t even bother to look at the message, just says, “She’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” I say, snapping my phone closed and shoving it in my pocket.

We continue our tour as he licks away at the mint green ice cream. It looks disgusting but I keep my thoughts to myself.

Then I picture that he’s doing to me what he’s doing to the cone and I fight back a creeping blush.

Thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice and I try to push those thoughts away.

“Should we go check out the naked pool?” He asks, gesturing for the door.

“Oh?”

“Just let me eat this quickly so I don’t lose my appetite.”

I laugh and we leave hand in hand.

At one point we’re surrounded by palm trees and he pulls out his phone to take a selfie while licking his cone, then another with the brightest smile. I kiss his cheek and he snaps one more.

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