As soon as that conference was over I stood the second Oliver did. His hurt and angry eyes met mine for a split second before he strode towards the door.
I turned towards for the door when Mr. Palmer's voice stopped me. "Miss Smoak, I am not done with you." His tone made me shake with need.
Oliver stopped and turned to face me with a sickly expression. My stomach fell at the sight but the lust still ran through my bloodstream.
My body was betraying me.
"Mr. Palmer I will… meet you upstairs momentarily." I said quietly, not noticing that I bit my lower lip seductively.
He nodded faintly with a lustful smirk.
God, I want him to fuck me, I thought as I turned and let out a shaky breath.
No, fuck. What am I saying? I need to find Oliver.
I walked fast down the hall. He had to have heard the sound of my heels slapping against the floor, there is no way he hadn't.
"Oliver." I whispered loudly.
Nothing.
"Oliver!" I said a little louder.
Nothing.
Really?
I quickened my pace as he pressed the elevator button.
Fuck.
"Oliver." I pleaded as I strode closer.
I hear the ding of the elevator and I full out sprint in my four and half inch heels, which is such a terrible idea, by the way.
He stepped inside the elevator and looks at me with narrowed eyes and a scrunched nose as he presses the close button.
A look of utter disgust.
I make it in just enough time to shove my arm between the closing doors. And no. Fuck! Don't ever do that.
That shit hurts.
"Oliver please." I plead, ignoring the pain shooting through my arm.
The doors close and we're alone. I look into his dark blue eyes and I can see all his emotions he thinks he's hiding; hurt, shock, distaste, anger, annoyance, lust…
That one was new.
"Oliver…" I say slowly.
"What happens in the conference room stays in the conference room." He said bitterly sarcastic.
I let out a deep breath.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Please Oliver. Please don't tell John…" I say desperate.
"John?" He spits out so furiously it makes my eyes snap open and lock onto his. "Diggle is the least of your problems right now! Don't you get that?" He growled taking a few steps toward me, causing me to back into the wall. That doesn't stop him from taking another step, one that's way into my personal space.
His menacing face looks down on me with a scowl. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"Oliv-"
"No. Shut up." He snaps. I recoil at his tone.
"I was right there, Felicity. Four fucking seats away."
I look down at my feet slowly. I was about to say 'It didn't mean anything' Like he had said when he slept with Isabel just to use his own words to hurt him, but then I saw his erection pressing into his pants.
I laugh darkly.
Really.
I narrowed my own eyes and brought them back to his for a second before I rolled them and scoffed. "I can tell." I said in my most bitchy tone I usually reserved for people like Laurel.
"And what does that mean?" He growled as he roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.
I was shocked at his behavior, but he was probable shocked by mine too.
"Does it get you off knowing a man's fingers were inside me, Oliver?" I whispered leaning towards him.
His jaw clenched and I smirked.
Checkmate, bitch.
He releases my chin from his grasp and reaching for the stop button on the elevator.
"What are you doing?" I say breathlessly.
"You're not his, Felicity, you're mine." He growls in his low throaty Arrow voice with such possessiveness it makes me both extremely hot and hateful towards the man.
"Oliv-"
"It's my name you're going to scream, not his." His hand pins both my small ones above my head and presses every available inch of his clothed self against me and groans. "You're mine." He says it roughly in my ear causing me to moan quietly.
Once again my body was betraying me, I could feel my inner thighs becoming wet.
Damn it.
"You're mine. Not Ray Fucking Palmer, not Barry's. Mine!" His possessively thick voice was a turn on, not going to lie. "Do you understand?" He snarls.
Three fucking little words that were forever bound to another three fucking little words.
And then I snap.
"Fuck you. I'm not yours, Oliver. I'm not your fucking property! You don't own me!" I say trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
"Really?" He says mockingly as his free hand runs up my leg and shoves the hem of my dress up to my hip.
"Oliver don't." I say trying to break his grasp.
His fists the lacy fabric of my panties. "Because you're body has other ideas, Felicity. I own your body and you know it."
"Oliver stop!" I scream. "Don't touch me!"
How dare he?
He releases me immediately at my words and steps back.
"What the hell is your problem? I'm not your toy Oliver. You can't pick me up and play with me and then drop me when you're done using me, you can't get angry when someone wants something you treat like shit. And you sure as hell can't control me." I pull my dress back down into place and move from the wall. "Jesus."
"I'm… I didn't. I…" He stutters with this look of self-loathing on his face, usually that would break me but honestly, he fucked up. He deserves this right now.
"Stop Oliver." I snap as I press the button to my office floor.
The elevator starts moving again and Oliver backed himself into the corner opposite from me.
I turn to face him with a scowl "And you're the one who told me to get close to this guy." I stab my finger into his chest and he shrinks down. "So excuse me for doing what you told me I just had to do."
"I can't control you, you said so yourself, so don't act like you're doing that, with him, for me." He growls standing taller again.
The elevator dings and I turn away from him. "You're right. And now, if you'll excuse me, my boss and I have some hands on work we need to finish." I say in a sultry voice that implies, very clearly, exactly what Mr. Palmer and I will be doing.
And God do I need Mr. Palmer's hands on work.
"Felicity I swear to God-" Oliver yells.
"You have quite a temper, Mr. Queen. You should try counselling." I say in a tone that makes me wonder when I've became such a massive bitch. But I'm proud of the tone nonetheless.
When I hear the elevator close I let out a breath I've been holding far too long.
My heels slap against the floor loudly and Mr. Palmer stands from his desk and meets me with the same urgency.
"Miss Smoak I need you. Now!" He says huskily as he grabs my face roughly with one hand while the other travels down my leg and curls around my thigh so he can pull my body flush with his own. His thumb begins rubbing numbing circles on my leg. I groan in response to his touch. "But sadly, I don't fuck in my office." He purrs biting my collar bone.
I need release. Badly.
"Well make a fucking acceptation!" I hiss.
He groans loudly against my skin and bites my collar bone harder.
"Then take me home." I plead in a voice that doesn't sound like my own but definitely makes it clear to him that I don't want to go my home, but his.
*Alright, well here's the second chapter, the next chapter is Oliver's POV. I hope you liked this chapter and whatnot. Feel free to leave reviews, I love hearing what you think.*
