NOTE: thank you for the constructive criticism, I accept it with open arms. The flow of this story is slightly jagged as I've been trying to portray both parts in third person, so it's pretty difficult. Also, writing each chapter has been inspired by different things so I realise now that the tone of my writing isinconsistent. Since this cannot be amended, please continue to read and just enjoy the plot.
"I'll have a bagel and coffee Clark!"
"I'll have my driver drop some off to you in a few minutes" he laughed through the phone.
"Oh sorry Oliver. I thought you were Clark" she said feeling slightly embarrassed.
"So… New Years party, you in?" Oliver nonchalantly offered an invitation hoping she'd accept. Chloe was baffled by this gesture as the horrors of previous high society parties included C-list celebrities, inedible finger food and overzealous entertainment that preyed on people's vulnerable ears.
"Uhm" escaped her lips as she bit them nervously. A sad beam of loneliness emanated from the phone line as Oliver waited for the response.
"Okay I'll be there."
Chloe had no idea what to wear as most of her wardrobe consisted of work clothes or casual clothes. The only party related garments she had was the hideous prom dress she never wanted to wear and a black corset dress that made her face red even thinking about it. Chloe took a trip to the mall and bought herself a nice white bias cut dress; she dreaded the low cut but bit her tongue and went ahead.
Oliver Queen sat at his desk, politely chatting to the head manager of a charity organisation, about the billionaire auction and how it would benefit the blind children in the care homes. The woman had a gentle smile and eyes that could hold anyone's gaze. He blinked a few times before being able to rip away from them.
"So I have the list of people that have signed up to be auctioned off, all the proceeds will be shared out to the subdivisions of your organisation" he said as he walked the woman out.
"Ah Chloe! Meet Sophia, she's head of HHFB. We were just discussing about auction. Sign you up for a good cause?" Oliver asked Chloe, who had just stepped out of the elevator.
"Sure!" she replied with a dazzling smile that made Sophia's eyes seem superficially dim.
That was very unlike Chloe, signing up to be auctioned off as if she were an object but hearing that men were signed up too, she did not see a problem. She and Oliver watched Sophia walk out before exchanging their usual greetings.
"Coffee?"
"Yep"
"How have you been?"
Even though it had been a couple of months since they first saw one another, Oliver and Chloe were babbling on like an old pair of best friends who had been reunited after three years. The number of times the secretary stumbled into the room unannounced got on Oliver's nerves, while Chloe tittered at his obliviousness to his secretary's blue eyes and busty body. She began to tell another anecdotal story about work and sharing by-lines with Clark- a little too animatedly -and spilled scalding coffee all over her front. Oliver whizzed around, but continued to stare at the mirror in front of him. He observed Chloe unbuttoning her purple top and slip on the too-big shirt he'd handed her over her vivacious curves. He noticed her stomach had turned red and reached out to stroke it unthinkingly.