A/N: Warning: This chapter has smut at the end.


Linda glanced down at her phone for what felt like the hundred time in the last half hour. She was supposed to be meeting Adrain for lunch but he was running late.

She frowned, she wanted to call and ask him what was taking him so long but she also didn't want to set him off. He got angry at the smallest of things.

She had thought about getting up and leaving but if Adrian did finally showed up and she wasn't there to greet him, she knew he would be pissed and she wanted to avoid that if at all possible.

No sooner had she set her phone back on the table in front of her did it start ringing, Adrian's name flashing across the screen. She quickly swiped her thumb across the screen answering it. "Hey,"

"I'm not going to be able to make lunch. Something else came up." Adrian's voice filtered over the line.

"Can I ask what?" She asked hesitantly.

"No, it doesn't concern you." Adrain dismissed. "I have to go but I'll see you tonight."

"Oka-" The sound on the line going dead sounded before she finished what she was saying. She pulled her phone away, frowning.

"Hey is everything okay?"

She looked up in surprise to see Oliver, standing beside her table with a mild look of concern.

"You don't work here too, do you?" she asked a smile tugging at her lips at the sight of him.

Oliver gave a small laugh. "No, I just really enjoy their lunch menu. I come here with Thea and Barry sometimes."

"What's good here?" Linda wondered. " I was supposed to be meeting Adrian here but he canceled on me last minute. So I figured I would just get something to go."

"Or I could join you for lunch?" Oliver suggested hopefully.

"I..I would like that." she waved a hand for him to take the empty seat across from her.

"Do you and Adrian come here for lunch often?" Oliver asked as he took the seat, sitting across from her.

"No. Adrian likes to go to the more high-end places," Linda told him. "He likes to give off the image of the life he wants."

Oliver nodded though he didn't care much about what Adrian did or didn't like.

A server stopped by their table to take their order. Linda ordered her a Ceaser salad. She didn't want to give her mother another reason to criticize her appearance if she thought she was gaining weight.

They kept their conversation light while they waited for their food to be delivered, talking about the weather and what was good on the menu. However, once they finished their meal they moved onto other topics, neither ready to leave the other's company.

"How were your classes?" Oliver asked once their food had been delivered.

"They were fine," Linda responded. She was never truly interested in her classes. Being a lawyer wasn't what she wanted but it was what her parents expected of her. "I have a test coming up in the next two weeks that I need to crack down and study for."

Oliver nodded. "And the rest of your day? How has that been?"

In all honesty, she had been dreading her lunch with Adrian. There was a part of her that was relieved that he had canceled on her and then Oliver had shown up and she felt like all her worries fell away.

She smiled touched with his kindness. Adrian never bothered asking about how her day went. He would just fill her in on their plans for their evening, always expecting her to do exactly as he wanted. "It's gotten better."

Oliver had a feeling she meant him and reached out giving her hand a brief squeeze. "I'm glad."

"And you? How was your day?" Linda asked in kind.

Oliver smiled charmingly. "It's really good now that I'm sitting across from you."

Linda blushed and pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "How's Thea?"

"Thea's great," he answered. "She asked about you. I think she likes you."

"I like her too," Linda replied.

Oliver was glad about that. Thea was his little sister and it was his responsibility to take care of her but more than that he loved his little sister with everything he had. And he was really enjoying his growing friendship with Linda and he wanted her and Thea to get along so it made him happy that they seemed to like one another right off the bat.

"Do you have any other family that you're close to besides Thea?" Linda wondered.

She knew his mother had passed away just a couple of years ago and his father was in jail. Being from a renowned family as the Queens almost everything about them was in the news.

"There's Raisa," Oliver said after a moment. "She was like a second mother to me. I'm sure you've heard about my actual parents. My mother passed away and my dad's in prison and I was granted guardianship over Thea."

"I've heard a bit about it," Linda admitted. "but you can't really trust everything in the papers when it comes to a billionaire family."

"Well, some of it the truth," Oliver stated, looking down at the tabletop.

Linda got the impression that he didn't really want to talk about it. She knew what that was like. She chose not to push the matter. "Tell me about Raisa."

Oliver looked up relieved that she didn't push the matter. He wanted to get to know her better before he started unloading his family baggage on her. How his dad was like Adrian. Robert Queen was an abusive bastard who liked to beat on his wife and kids.

His mother had stayed with him despite the abuse because she cared more about the family public image than she did her own safety but when Robert had turned his abuse to Oliver it was a wake-up call.

She got out by proving what kind of man her husband was and getting him locked away in prison. The company had fallen onto her shoulders but after a year and a half, the stress of dealing with the company and the world knowing the life she had lived with her husband had been too much for her heart to take.

Oliver had gained full custody of his sister and became her guardian since he was over eighteen and he had taken upon himself to take care of both of them. He never touched his inheritance not wanting anything to do with his father.

He didn't want any part of the family company, instead, a family friend acted as CEO.

"She's kind and motherly and caring. She has always seen the best of me." Oliver smiled fondly thinking of Raisa. "She actually taught me how to cook and even how to speak a bit of Russian."

"Where's Raisa now?" Linda wondered, she loved to meet the woman Oliver spoke so fondly of.

"She's back in Starling City. She's working for the Merlyn's now but she visits on the holidays and for birthdays."

"That sweet of her," Linda commented.

"What about your parents? What are they like?" Asked Oliver.

"They're very strict," Linda said after a moment. "Their ambitious and have high expectations of me."

Oliver tilted his head, feeling like there was more to her parents than what she was saying and he got the feeling it wasn't good. "What do they think of Adrian?"

"They love him, honestly. He can do no wrong in their eyes. My parents and his parents go way back and they work together at the same law-firm, though they have plans to break off and start their own law-firm and they expect Adrian and I to be a part of it."

Oliver frowned. "Do they know about the way Adrian treats you?"

Linda nodded. "They're aware. My parents aren't your typical parents. They care more about their ambition, reputation, and image more than anything else."

Oliver's expression became sympathetic. "I'm sorry."

Linda nodded. "So, what college courses do you take?"

"I take photography and art." Oliver smiled slightly. "Probably not the answer you were expecting."

It wasn't. She expected him to be taking business classes or something. "So you want to be a photographer?"

"It's something I really enjoy. Moments are fleeting but I like to capture the ones that matter. I enjoy capturing true beauty, emotions, memories." Oliver said.

Linda smiled wistfully. "It must be nice to be passionate about what you're learning."

Oliver's brow furrowed. "You don't want to be a lawyer?"

"It's what my parents want," she answered.

"But what do you want?" Oliver asked earnestly.

"I wanted to be a reporter. I always enjoyed getting down to a mystery." Linda answered. "Figuring it out."

Oliver smiled softly. "Maybe one day you'll become the best reporter this city will ever know."

Linda appreciated his words even if she didn't believe them. "Thanks."

Oliver nodded, he enjoyed learning new things about her. He hated to think that her parents didn't care about her the way they should. She deserved people in her life who cared about her unconditionally.

And he couldn't see how they couldn't. He really liked her. She was unexpected and she had already been through so much and despite all that he still saw a light inside her, a light that kept drawing him to her.

"Tell me more about yourself. What's your favorite color, favorite band, favorite movie, favorite food?"

Linda smiled. "Are we doing twenty questions now?"

"Why not?" Oliver responded with a charming smile. "I just want to get to know you better because from what I see the person in front of me is pretty great."

Linda smiled. "You're not like what I thought you would be like." She had always thought guys who looked like Oliver were assholes but that wasn't the case. Not when it came to him.

He was handsome, kind and considerate and caring. Honestly, the more time she spent with him the more charmed by him she was and the more she started to have feelings for him.

"And what did you think I would be like?" asked Oliver.

"Honestly, I thought you would end up being a jerk. A lot of guys are." Linda replied candidly.

"And now? What do you think of me?" asked Oliver, genuinely wanting to know what she thought of him.

"I think that you're one of the best people I have ever met and I really enjoy spending time with you," Linda answered.

Oliver's lips pulled into a quiet smile and he reached out to take her hand just as her phone ranged.

Linda retrieved her phone, answering the call without checking who it was. "Hello?"

"Hey babe, we're going out. I'll be by your place to pick you up in an hour."

The sound of Adrian's voice in her ear had the smile on her face falling. "Where are we going?"

"Out with some of my friends. Wear something nice and respectable. I don't want them thinking I'm slumming it because you dress too simple. And don't overdo it with the makeup, I don't want to think I'm dating a painted slut."

"Okay." Linda murmured, her stomach twisting uncomfortably and anxious feeling settling in her chest.

"Good, be ready by the time I get there," Adrian ordered.

The phone clicked before Linda could respond, signaling that Adrian had ended the call.

Linda slipped her phone into her pocket, giving a defeated sigh. "I'm sorry but I have to go." Linda gathered up her purse, grabbing her wallet to pay for their meal.

Oliver stood and stopped her with a hand over hers. "I got it."

"You sure?" asked Linda.

"Yeah," Oliver said pulling out a twenty and setting it on top of the bill.

"Okay, Thanks." Linda's lips pulled into a smile. "I'll see you later."

She turned to leave but stopped when she felt Oliver take her hand, she turned back to him questioningly.

"I know I said it before but I need to say it again." Oliver's hand tightened around her's comforting. "If you ever just want to talk, you can talk to me. I'm a better listener than most people think."

Linda's heart skipped a beat, her chest warming, truly by his kindness and his words. She wondered if it was possible to fall for someone when you have only known them for such a short time.


When his mouth pressed against her she pulled away with wide eyes. "What are you doing?"

"What I wanted to do from the moment I met you." Oliver murmured, sliding a hand up her arm, to her neck. His other arm wrapped around her waist pulling her forward and she gripped his arms bracing herself at the sudden move.

"I don't understand." she breathed, her body heating at the feel of her body pressing against his.

"I thought being friends with you was enough but it's not I want more. What I feel for you is beyond friendship. I want to be with you. I want to give you everything." He said passionately, tilting her head back as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers in a heated kiss.

Linda's lips moved with his, her hands tightened on his biceps as she arched into him.

He pulled back, locking eyes with her, his lips just a breath away from hers. "I want to make love to you."

Linda answered by sliding her hands up his arms and around his neck, pressing her mouth back to his.

It wasn't long before she felt him removing her clothes and she returned the favor, she barely had time to take in his perfect form bare for her to see before he scooped her up in his arms and was laying her down on soft sheets, settling in between her legs, his larger body covering hers completely.

"Oliver," she breathed in wondered as she felt him, hard and hot against the apex of her thighs, pressing against her entrance. "Please, I need-"

Oliver's mouth pressed against hers, cutting her words off at the same time he slid inside her. She gasped into his mouth as he filled her completely, buried to the hilt.

His mouth left hers trailing wet kisses down her neck as he moved inside her, thrusting shallowly.

She moaned quietly, gripping his shoulders, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

"Baby," Oliver's hot breath tickled her skin as he panted against her neck. "You feel so good. So perfect."

Linda whined in the back her throat when he pulled nearly all the way out of her but it quickly turned into a cry of pleasure when he thrust back inside of her. "Oliver!"

Linda moaned lowly in her sleep, her hand moving subconsciously down her body beneath the band of her sleep shorts and underwear, finding her wet entrance and slipping a finger inside herself to the knuckle.

Her lips parted on a gasp as she thrust her finger, working herself up into a feverish heat.

It wasn't long before a band inside of her snapped, the combination of her dream and her hand pleasuring herself causing her to fall over the edge as she came.

She woke up with a gasp, slowly drawing her hand away from her sex, her heart pounding in her chest and she sat up slowly, pressing her other hand to her heart.

Her dream had been so real, so vivid. The things he said had made her feel special and the feel of him making love to her made her feel cherished.

The touch of his hand, his lips on her body, the feel of him filling her completely again and again. It had been amazing and she wished...God, she wished it had been real.


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