The Shark Mafia Boss

Olivia POV

It’s been two days since Raphael broke up with me, I haven’t left mu flat since then, I have been mourning this relationship that lasted 5 min.

I need to forget him. But obviously, that is not easy when Michael keeps calling me, and showing up at my door. I’ve been avoiding him and that is why I am moving houses. It is decided. I need a new life. I need to forget him and his life, I need to do something for me.

I get up from the bed and walk into the bathroom deciding that I am moving forward, I am not this kind of girl to be crying over a man.

I turn the shower on and I walk in when the water is hot. It burns on my sin but at the same time relaxes my body.

I wash my hair and deep condition it. Shave my legs and after I finish I apply the moisturizer all over my body and I do my facial skin routine. When I am done and ready I get dressed in some loungewear. Nothing better than some cozy leggings, fluffy socks, and an oversized hoodie.

I walk into the kitchen to make some coffee and put some bread on the toaster. First breakfast and then a new job and a new flat.

After I finish breakfast I sit on the sofa with the laptop on my legs and I start looking for a new job. I don’t really want to move out of New York but maybe I will have to. It all depends on what I can find.

I found a flat that is a couple of blocks away from mine, so I message the private owner to book a viewing. It is agreed to be done today at 3 PM. It is only 9 AM. Time to find a new job.

I start scrolling through all the adverts for jobs in my area of expertise and I find a teacher assistant position at Columbia University. That would be great. I send my CV and expect to be called for an interview.

In the meantime I apply for every job I can find, barista, waitress, I need to find something fast as I need to pay rent and I will need to pay moving fees. Hopefully.

The day passes by slowly and I decide to look at my Instagram account and I notice that the number of followers multiplied overnight. And I have more than one hundred comments on my last post. I start reading and some of them are really nice wishing me all the best after the break-up and others are just calling me a gold digger.

I never expected people to look me up on social media after Raphael introduced me to the media. I start to feel bad about the mean comments and I decide to turn my accounts private. Facebook, Instagram is now private. I don’t have to put up with people that know nothing about me and start judging me.

It’s almost time for the viewing of the flat, so I put my converses on. Grab my keys and walk out. I leave my phone inside and turned off. I know that Raphael would be able to track me down through my phone so I decided to leave it off.

building I crash into someone. Someone tall and

– I say avoiding eye

I need you to

say and

know he doesn’t take well the word

while

and that will never change, Raphael will always take

ask for a restraining order.

to stay in one of his flats,

but no thanks” – I say and walk away as fast as my legs

Once I can’t see him anymore I allow myself to stop walking. I passed the building of the viewing so he wouldn’t see where I was going. I know that eventually, Raphael would be able to find

attractive

– he says while he offers me his

going, I didn’t even change clothes and this men is sexy and I

says

bedroom flat and I decide to take it, it is only twenty dollars cheaper than the one I am now and I have everything around here, I have

we negotiate dates and prices, I shake his hand and start walking home. To my surprise, Michael is not there.

listen to some music. Tomorrow I will

1 week later

I started working at Starbucks just around the corner while I try and find a better pay job. I have an interview for the position at the university. I am using an old phone that Anna had at home and I changed my

keeps texting me asking me out on a date but I am not ready, not after what happened with Lucas and

I ask my supervisor if I can take a break,

is racing and my body starts to shake. I am having a

Raphael taught me. I play with my fingers and I start thinking about random things