Olivia’s POV.

“He’s still not answering his phone.”

I complained so many times on the drive. Making the fifteen-minute drive from the restaurant to my apartment longer than necessary.

“No.” Pauly patiently replied.

“Olivia.” Marcell’s voice startled me.

I had paused in the threshold of the door of my apartment to ask the question to Pauly. Completely oblivious to the man that I had been asking after was standing in the center of my living ...