The Beginning Of All Sins

They were lying in bed together late at night, with Tyler’s arms wrapped around Olivia.

After they had their intimate moment, Olivia couldn’t bear to meet Tyler’s gaze. She knew he was looking at her, and tears welled up in her eyes..

Tyler finally released his hold on her, leaving a gap between them. Olivia Immediately wrapped herself in the blanket, attempting to create a physical barrier between them.

However, Tyler scooped her up into his arms a moment later, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.

He said, “Let’s take a shower.”

Following their shower, they dressed and returned to their normal selves.

Olivia stood by the side of the bed and said, “I’m going back to my room.”

Tyler remained seated on the bed, smoking, and simply responded with a curt nod. Smoke clouded his enigmatic expression.

Olivia lingered in his room for a moment, contemplating, before quietly retreating to her own room.

Tyler continued smoking in his room. It was 1 A.M. when Olivia finally returned to her own room.

The next morning, both of them woke up early and coincidentally left their rooms at the same time, running into each other in the hallway.

Olivia halted upon seeing Tyler and called out to him, “Tyler.”

He looked at her and nodded in acknowledgment.

Their exchange was brief, but Olivia initiated further conversation, saying, “I’m going to help in the kitchen.”

Tyler responded, “Didn’t you hurt your finger? You should pack your things and get ready for school.”

He had already dressed in slacks and a shirt, while Olivia was still in her pajamas. She nodded obediently in response.

He then went downstairs.

It was almost time for school, so Olivia returned to her room to freshen up and change.

As Tyler read the newspaper in his usual manner, the maid, while serving his breakfast, inquired, “Is Ms. Olivia not coming down?”

Tyler also found it odd. He glanced towards the room upstairs and replied, “Maybe she’s still getting ready.”

The maid went back to the kitchen after that.

Tyler continued reading for a few more minutes until he heard the sound of the door opening

upstairs. Olivia appeared to be searching for something downstairs but couldn’t find it. After a brief attempt, she closed her door.

He sensed something was off, so he set aside the newspaper and headed upstairs. He knocked on Olivia’s door, and after a long pause, she finally opened it.

Olivia looked at him, visibly distressed.

Concerned, he asked, “What’s wrong?”

Olivia struggled to put her feelings into words, her voice quivering as she couldn’t bring herself to explain what had happened.

Tyler immediately noticed that Olivia was struggling with the dress she was wearing.

He observed her for a moment before she finally spoke up, somewhat embarrassed, “The zipper is caught in my hair.”

Despite the minor issue, it was urgent for her, and she had been sweating after struggling with it for a while. She contemplated cutting her hair but couldn’t find any scissors as she wasn’t familiar with the place. She was frantically searching for a solution.

Tyler, appearing unfazed, responded, “Turn around, let me take a look.”

Olivia hesitated briefly, staring at him before eventually complying. She had only managed to pull the zipper halfway up, leaving half of her back exposed. There were handprints on her dress and a faint, pink mark on her ear.

Tyler glanced at her ear but focused on gently moving her hair aside. After finding out the source of the problem, he slowly zipped up the dress.

In this moment, he was standing over her, while she remained beneath him, the room filled with

silence.

Once he finished, he stated matter–of–factly, “You’re good to go.

Olivia wrapped her arms around herself and stayed in the same position. She thanked him softly,” Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tyler removed his hands from her back before leaving the room.

Meanwhile, the maid had noticed their absence from the dining table and decided to investigate. She came upstairs and caught a glimpse of the situation, remarking, “Breakfast is ready, sir.”

Tyler headed downstairs, and the maid stared at them as they ate.

Since it was getting late, Tyler offered to drop Olivia off at school again. He asked, maintaining his courteous demeanor, “Shall I pick you up in the evening?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“I can go home on my own, Tyler.”

He nodded and said, “Alright, call me if you need anything.”

She nodded and got out of the car.

Tyler, dressed in a suit, and Olivia, in white sneakers and a simple dress, presented a somewhat contrasting image. It was as if a senior was dropping off a junior at school–they seemed to come from different worlds.

Tyler’s car garnered a bit of attention at the school, prompting Olivia to consider coming to school on her own the next day.

Once he left, Olivia went to her class. However, as soon as she entered, her phone rang. It was a call

from Naomi.

She bit her lip, recognizing the caller. She wasn’t sure how to face Naomi at this moment but eventually answered, “Hello, Naomi. I’m in class. What’s up?”

Naomi’s voice was tinged with sadness as she asked, “Has Tyler been busy, Olivia? It’s been two days

since he last visited me.”

Olivia felt her heart race when she heard Naomi’s words.